Chapter 78

DOMINIC’S POV I stormed into the packhouse, my blood boiling with barely restrained fury. I had tried. Goddess knows I had tried to keep things civil. For the kids. For Olivia. For whatever scraps of dignity still remained between all of us. But today? Today my patience had snapped like a twig under pressure. I found my mother standing by the grand window of the living room, sipping tea as if she hadn’t just humiliated the mother of my children in front of them. My chest heaved as I came to a stop. She turned, surprised by my presence. “Dominic, I—” “What the hell were you thinking?” I snapped, my voice low but sharp as a blade. Her brows furrowed. “Excuse me?” “You misbehaved with my mate in front of Noah and Aria.” I didn’t yell—I didn’t need to. The weight of my words was heavy enough to fill the room. Her lips parted in disbelief. “Dominic, you’re mad at me? I did nothing but—” “—But what?” I cut in sharply. “Deliberately provoke her? You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew