#Chapter 83 Dominic

Dominic I’d barely stepped outside when my phone buzzed again. I didn't bother to check the number and answered. “Alpha Brightclaw,” a clipped voice came through. “Andrew has crossed into Brightclaw’s borders.” I stiffened. “Where is he?” “He checked into the Phoenix Gate Hotel under his own name.” That stopped me. “He didn’t try to go to the Estate?” “No, sir. Took a standard suite, no flagged behavior. We’ve dispatched a watch detail.” “Keep eyes on him,” I said. “Discreetly.” “Yes, Alpha.” I hung up, staring down at the screen, my thumb hovering. Andrew had said he wanted to reconcile, but I hadn’t expected him to actually show up and actually… behave. I expected him to make some kind of scene. I had been prepared for an ambush at the Estate gates, a demand for keys and free passage. But instead… a hotel. I didn’t trust it. Not yet. My phone buzzed again. This time, it was him. I answered. “'Nic,” he said. “I'm in Brightclaw. I don't suppose the big, busy