Chapter 114
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
Something was wrong.
I could feel it through the bond.
That heavy, strange pain in my chest made me realize my mate was in danger. With my twins’ help and their dinner surprise, which I appreciated so much, I forgot this strange feeling I had since arriving home. I made sure to give them all the attention I had while this agonizing perturbation slowly ate my insides.
“Is something wrong, Miss Samantha?” Madison must have noticed the cold sweats beading on my forehead while I helped clean the dishes.
I leaned my hips on the counter and looked at her anxiously, unsure how to tell the kids that I had to leave again and go after Dominic. Madison must have read the situation in my eyes, as she immediately put the plates down on the table and held both of my hands to squeeze them.
“Alpha Dominic will be alright, Miss Samantha,” she murmured, not wanting the children to hear how awful it was as she looked into my eyes, trying to lift my spirit. “I am sure he will go back. He won’t let anything happen to him knowing there are people who want to harm you and the children.”
“I have to make sure,” I said nervously to her as I placed my hand on my chest. Fear was like spiders crawling over me, up to my shoulders and the back of my neck. “I need to go and find him in the Black Forest. I have a feeling he’s in danger, Madison... It started this noon, distracting me from the meeting; that’s why I got home early today. I feel something wrong is happening to him. I have to go.”
Madison’s eyes widened in panic. “You can’t go out of the Silver Crescent, Miss Samantha! You know that those Black Claw Criminals want you dead! You can’t leave the children here and put yourself in danger as well!”
I bit my lower lip hard. As much as I hated the truth, Madison was right. There was no guarantee I would leave that forest alive when the Black Claws had been making it their hideout for many weeks since we arrived in Silver Crescent. Then a terrifying thought came to my head. Did Dominic encounter those wild criminals? Was this strange, scary feeling that had been torturing me a warning that his life was in danger as well?
There was no time to hesitate. It was my mate’s life that was at stake!
But what else could I do?