Until Dawn

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CHAPTER 5 - DOMINIC

I’m sitting in my office while my personal assistant read off my agenda for the rest of today--the multiple appointments I have booked with businessmen, pack issues and resolutions, and Alpha phone conferences. That reminds me that I have yet to call Violet’s father and thank him for sending Violet to my territory. Even if I wasn’t the one who authorized it, to respect my mate’s father, I had to at least call him.

“And to finish off the day, you have a seven thirty productivity and finance meeting with the managers and team leaders.” She exhaled in exhaustion at the end after reciting my schedule.

I nodded, “Bring me the consolidated balance sheets and cash flow statements for the previous two fiscal years. I’ll need that for the meetings with the managers and team leaders.”

I heard her stand up. Tilting my head to the sound, I can see shadows of her moving and picking up her laptop. It’s hard not to squint. It is like seeing things through a blindfold.

“Oh and Tiff?” Her heels stopped clicking on the floor. “Call Alpha Conner. If he picks up, forward the call to me.”

“Yes, Alpha.” She replied before exiting my office.

I leaned back in my office chair. Closing my eyes, I suppressed the urge to think about Violet. Last night she had come into my room. I have always been a light sleeper. When she entered, I felt her immediately.

I don’t know my mate. In fact, I have never gone to see her or visited her. There was no need to. I knew my father had arranged a marriage for me since I was a child. I just never acted on it.

I did hear stories about her though from Alpha Conner. Her father and I meet every now and then to follow up on pack matters and government issues. I remember him telling me about the two twin sisters. Violet has a mouth on her. She’s upfront and less restrained. I pushed it off as just a small warning. Never really paid much heed to Alpha Conner’s rants and news about my mate until now.

Violet never once crossed my mind throughout my years but now she’s walking every minute of it. I’m halfway through the day and her scents randomly pop up out of nowhere. I’m thinking about her. How she looked and everything. I haven’t even properly touched her, other than her hip and waist. God damn, that woman got curves on her.

Snarling, I stood up. I’m beyond frustrated. Even now she’s walking all over my mind. I walked towards the window where the light was the brightest. I rubbed a palm over my face and exhaled.

Everyone has a certain scent that sticks to their bodies. Some people mask it in a mass amount of cologne or body perfume but there are some people who wear little. Violet’s choice in body wash is pleasant to the nose. Coconut. Sweet and gentle. Without it though, she smells almost like she’s been outside too long that the natural mother nature scent clung onto her skin and clothes. Sometimes, I will smell just the small scent of her body wash mixed in with it.

My door opened and Tiffany’s voice filled the silence, “Beta Peyton is back from his meeting and here to see you.”

“Send him in.”

A few minutes later, Peyton entered. I listened to his footsteps walking up to me. I’m still pissed off at the fool. He went against my orders and brought Violet here.

“So, I went up to the Werewolf Affiliation and recount what happened. They are sending out agents to find out more information regarding that night. The case is open and awaiting a hearing.” Peyton told me.

I have many enemies. With such a large pack, it is natural to have a wolf slink in and out unnoticed in a big city like this. Agents are spies, private investigators, and mercenaries who signed themselves up to the werewolf government. They either work for the government or are independent contractors hired to pursue a case.

Almost always, the government will always catch the culprit and find the truth. These agents are skilled in their jobs and barely fail.

“Who was all there?” I asked.

Peyton chuckled, “Frederick, Emerson, Lance, Kylie, and Rebecca.”

The five supreme prosecutors for our kind. Werewolves with high positions ranking. These kinds of positions are not negotiable. It is passed down from generation to generation.

I nodded before exhaling, running a hand over my face again.

“Damn, I’m fucking exhausted,” I grumbled distastefully.

Peyton chuckled again, “Exhausted or you want to go home to see Violet?”

“How about you shut that mouth before I shove my foot into it?” I snarled, turning my head in his direction.

I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my trousers to stop myself from pummeling my best friend’s face. He has a habit of crawling under my skin and pissing me off.

“I’m not going to lie. I think I made the right decision in bringing Luna here. You were a fucking pain in the ass.” He chortled.

That’s it. I threw a punch, totally guessing where he was at and hit him square in the chest. He grunted in response.

“Hey! I am only speaking the truth.” He protested.

“Talk one more time, Peyton. I’ll beat that pretty face of yours to the point where you will have to wear a bag over your face in order to receive sex.” I threatened.

“Damn, Alpha, you are brutal. Darkness has changed you.” He replied in a sarcastic tone.

This fucker...

I turned to kill him with my hands only to be stopped with a soft knock on the door. Both Peyton and I stopped.

“What?” I said annoyed at the intrusion.

I heard the door open gradually before a familiar scent filled the room. I knew who it is even before she announced herself. The tight knot in my stomach unwind. It was fucking odd how that knot was there all this time and I didn’t even realize it.

“Hi.” I can hear the smile in her voice-light and soft.

“Luna, what are you doing here?” Peyton sounded ecstatic to have the Luna interrupt in time. He escaped from a good beating.

Another scent filled my nostrils. She brought lunch. I can smell the alfredo sauce.

“I brought lunch.” She confirmed what I have concluded.

I remember the first meal I had from her. The woman forgot to put the cheese in her grilled cheese sandwich. For the life of me, I don’t fucking know how she could forget since cheese clearly is an essential ingredient to a grilled cheese sandwich.

If she was cooking this meal, I mulled over what ingredient she forgot this time. I walked back to my desk and sat down. I heard her in front of me, opening the lunch bag and the cap to the container.

“Don’t worry. This time I had Marco cooked it.” She assured me while taking hold of my hand and placing a fork in it.

Peyton sighed, “Well, I have other things to take care of. I’ll be back to pick you up, Alpha.”

“No need. I’ll come home with Violet.”

“What?” Her soft surprised voice answered.

“You aren’t leaving right away, are you?” I questioned. Why on earth am I fucking bent on pushing her to stay by my side?

“Well...no.” She replied.

“You have nothing else to do, do you?” I questioned further.

“No.” She sighed.

“Well then, that settles it.” Peyton chortled before walking out of the office.

I looked down to what I believe is the container in front of me. One of the main reasons why my appetite has gone down was because I can’t see a damn thing. I’m a god damn Alpha for fuck sakes and here I am unable to do one simple thing. It’s humiliating and degrading.

I felt her body warmth to my right. She felt close. Her hand wrapped around mine before she pulled out the fork. I frowned further before I felt the pasta touch my lips.

“I’ll help.” She offered.

Gradually, I opened my mouth and took the food. I heard her set the fork down before a napkin touched the corner of my mouth. No words exchanged between us but I allowed her to feed me. It was something different that I am unused to.

“Why did you decide to bring me food? I could have order in.” I asked.

“When I was little, my mother will make me lunch to bring to school. Even though the lunch is a simple sandwich with carrots and apple slices. She will take her time in making it look beautiful. In the lunch box, she will send a little message for me telling me she is thinking of me. Those kinds of little details, tell me how much she loves me. In my opinion, food from restaurants fails to compare to food made at home.” She said while feeding me.

“But you didn’t cook this meal.” I pointed out.

She giggled and it was fucking adorable. One corner of my lips lifted upon hearing her laugh.

“True,” She responded and then I felt the pasta again on my lips. My hand wrapped around her wrist that was holding the fork.

“You should cook next time,” I told her.

“Oh no...I am still horrified at presenting you with grilled cheese sandwich without the cheese.” She retorted frantically.

I opened my mouth and she guided the food into my mouth. She pulled back and tugged on her wrist that still has my hand wrapped around.

“Dominic...” She tugged on her hand again.

My desk phone rang and I released her hand to pick it up.

“Alpha, I have Alpha Conner on the line.” Tiffany’s voice came through.

“Send him through,” I replied. I heard a brief silence before I greeted Violet’s father.

“Good afternoon, John.”

“Dominic, how are you doing?”

“Good. I wanted to call you to thank you for sending Violet here.” I replied.

“Oh, not a problem at all. I hope she isn’t causing too much trouble.” John chuckled on the other line.

I heard Violet fidget next to me. Waves of anxiety falling off from her. I turned my head to the side with a frown. She was feeling overwhelmed. John was talking about something that I didn’t hear clearly. I murmured yes.

“When do you think you will bring her back to visit us?” John’s questioned got through to me.

Visit? Hell, I haven’t really thought about that.

“As soon as I am able to settle some matters over here, I will bring her to visit you all,” I replied.

“Very well, take your time. Dominic, is she there?” John asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Can I talk to her?”

I agreed before handing the phone to Violet. I did notice the slight shaking of her hand when she took the phone from me. Frowning, I listen to their conversation.

“Dad?” Her voice shook and she cleared her throat.

“Violet, how are you, sweetheart?” John asked.

“I’m fine.” She answered quickly.

“How are you liking things there? Have you had a chance to go out and explore? Enjoy things? I hope you aren’t causing any trouble, missy. You are setting an example for our pack.”

“Everything is fine. I am behaving.” Her answers were quick and quipped as if she wanted to end the conversation quickly.

“Violet?” Her father caught onto it too.

“Yeah?” her voice hitched.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Of course.” She quipped again.

There was a long silence on the other line and the rolls of emotions rolling off Violet was so thick that even if I wasn’t a werewolf I can still sense her emotions.

“Hey, dad listen, I have to go. I’ll call you later.” She replied.

“How about I call you?” Her dad asked.

“No!” She shouts out almost in fear.

“Violet?” Her dad sounded genuinely concerned.

“Dad, I’ll call you later. Please, don’t worry about it. Trust me I am fine. You are such a worry wart.” That was the longest paragraph she held with her father on the phone.

“Alright.” He sighed on the other end. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, dad. Bye.”

She placed the phone back on the receiver. A long silence passed between us. It seems she is going to brush off the fact I just caught her frantically wanting to hang up on her father.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“Everything is fine.” She responded. “I just remembered-there is something I have to do at home.”

I grabbed her wrist before she turned away. With one sharp tug, she fell into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her to keep her trapped.

“What is it that you want to do?” I questioned.

“Oh well-” She paused. “You know, just stuff.”

I couldn’t stop the smirk that appeared on my face. She was so bad at lying. It was fucking adorable. I am starting to regret never really taking my time in knowing my betrothed mate. I have only seen a glimpse of her picture. She had shiny brown hair and dark emerald eyes. By last night kiss, my mate has plump and soft lips. I wished I took the time to look at all her features.

“Stuff, huh? That’s some real deal right there. You should go home quickly and get it done.” I couldn’t help teasing.

“That’s not funny.” She replied flatly.

I chuckled, “Stay. Accompany me today at work.”

Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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