Chapter 159

DORIAN’S POV I stood by the window of my office, staring out at the sprawling forest beyond my pack’s borders. The sun was beginning to dip low, casting long, blood-red streaks across the sky. My fingers drummed against the mahogany frame as the weight of Evelyn’s words echoed in my mind. Dominic knows. He’s coming. I cursed under my breath. How did he figure it out? How did that damn woman manage to pull him straight toward me? We had been so careful—so precise with every step, every meeting. I barely interacted with Evelyn directly. She was always the useful pawn I manipulated from the shadows. And now the whole game was teetering on the edge of collapse. I can’t get caught, especially not now. Dominic Blackwood. The very name made my jaw tighten. The man was dangerous. Ruthless. Respected by the entire valley and its Alphas—not just because of his strength, but because of his damned sense of honor and loyalty. He would come for his mate. He would not stop. I had seen it in his eyes