Chapter 22

Suddenly, Jeremy was free. The bodyguard who had been holding him shrieked, dropping to his knees as though his bones were splintering from the inside. “Uncle Dominic!” Jeremy cried. The clearing went silent. Then it hit, an Alpha aura so overwhelming it was like the forest itself bowed. The air grew heavy, pressing down with the weight of a mountain. Wolves collapsed one after another, their spines curving, throats baring, whimpers breaking past clenched teeth. Damon’s bodyguards clawed at the dirt, crushed flat under a dominance no one dared resist. And then, out of the shadows, Dominic Volkov stepped forward. Behind him, his personal guards moved in perfect formation, filling the clearing with their presence, their eyes gleaming like predators closing a trap. Jeremy tore free and ran into Sloane’s arms. She caught him, clutching him against her chest, heart pounding so hard it hurt. Her wide eyes locked on the man before her. “Dominic,” she whispered, stunned. “You weren’t supposed