Chapter 148
Dominic POV
The doors slam shut in my face.
Not metaphorically. Literally.
Pulling Ellie off my back as soon as I slide to a stop in the waiting room, yelps and screaming following.
I transform back as they take.
“Woah, wait!” I snarl. “What’s wrong with her!? She should be stabilzing with me! Hey!”
Hands grab my arms, and I snarl without thinking as they haul me back while Ellie is ripped from my grip and rushed down the hall.
“Sir, you can’t go back there! Please!”
“No-” I snap, trying to follow. “I’m with her-”
“Alpha or not,” a guard growls, shoving me back, “you don’t cross that line, boy!”
Her name is still on my tongue when someone inside the room shouts-
“Her heart’s stopped!”
The words hit like a blunt object. Everything inside me goes hollow.
Stopped?
No. No, no, no-
I surge forward again, “Stopped?! What-” My vision going red, wolf clawing at my skin, but four men hold me. Metal doors seal. Healers bark orders behind it. Someone yells for surgery prep.
They pin me to floor as my forhead curls into the tile, nothing but rules and the worst sound I’ve ever heard all around me.
I don’t remember them letting me go, or going to sit down in the waiting area.
One second I’m pacing like a caged animal, fists clenched so tight my nails cut skin, the next I’m staring at the floor like if I look away they’ll come back with worse news.
Footsteps pound down the hall.
“Ellie?” Sarah’s voice cracks the air, frantic and sharp. “Where is she-?”
She skids to a stop when she sees me.
I stand too fast. “Sarah…She collapsed. They” My throat locks. “They took her back.”
Sarah tries to push past me toward the doors.
I catch her elbow gently, reflex more than thought. “Hey. Sit. They will stop you.”
“I’m fine,” she snaps, pulling her arm way, only to be stopped as well. She fights but eventually gives up as I did, sitting beside me against the wall. She presses her hands to her face, breath coming too fast.
We wait.
Time stretches. Every noise makes my head snap up.
Eventually, Sarah speaks.
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“You know,” she says quietly, voice rough, “it’s weird. I’ve barely talked to you. Ever.”
I huff a dry, humorless laugh. “Lucky you.”
She snorts weakly, wiping at her eyes. “And yet I feel like I know everything about you.”
I glance sideways: “How ominous.”
She gives me a look, she had this kind of mousey nose, big eyes. “Well, the hate, the love, the endless cirlces around you between pack gossip, school, and Ellie? Yeah. You’re… kind of infamous in my ears.”
“Mhm,” I mutter. “With those sources, I must sound like a nightmare.”
She tilts her head with a giggle. “Sometimes. Ellie can be harsh with her words. But she has a kind heart. Even if it seems like she hates you at times.”
I accept that. Quietly.
Then she adds, softer, “But other times? You sound like her… gravity.”
That makes me look at her.
“Huh?”
Sarah frowns, searching for the words. “No matter what Ellie does. No matter how hard she fights or tries to go the opposite direction, everything in her life somehow curves back toward you.”
My jaw tightens.
“I know,” I say quietly. “She hates it. She hates me.”
Sarah shakes her head. Slow. Gentle. Like she’s correcting a child.
“Hate and love are really close emotions,” she says. “Closer than people want to admit. Maybe you guys really are fated, considering how much you’re pulled back together. I’ve just…never heard of two wolves fighting it so much.”
My chest aches.
“Why do you guys fight it so much?”
I don’t have an answer.
“Ask her when she’s out,” I say, settling in, closing my eyes.
“You know…she loves you,” Sarah says plainly. “I don’t know why she fights it so hard. That’s Ellie. But… you should know. Just in case.”
Her voice breaks on the last word. Just in case.
A tear slips down her cheek.
I don’t say anything. There’s nothing that won’t sound wrong.
Although love? I’m not sure Ellie loves anything about me right now. All of this is my fault. I can’t help her.
I reach into my pocket instead and hold out a tissue for Sarah.
She takes it with a shaky smile.
We sit there together-shoulder to shoulder, staring at the doors that keep Ellie on the other side — waiting for anything. everything, and nothing at all.
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