Mated by Contract to the Alpha (Rebecca and Dominic) novel Chapter 118

Dominic’s POV

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Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of my office as I reviewed the latest medical report Dr. Winters had sent over. It had been nearly twelve hours since I’d found Rebecca unconscious in that stairwell.

My phone rang, Marcus’s name flashing on the screen. I answered before the first vibration completed.

“Mr. Sterling,” his voice carried a note of relief. “She’s awake and more alert this morning. The doctors say she’s responding well to treatment.”

My fingers tightened around the phone until the case creaked. “How is she?” The words came out clipped,

controlled.

“Still weak, somewhat disoriented. Dr. Winters says this is normal progression for a concussion of that severity. She’s been asking for you.”

A momentary softening moved through my chest, my breathing easing slightly. The sensation lasted exactly three seconds before rage reclaimed its territory, sharper and colder than before. My vision altered, the edges of the room taking on the electric blue clarity that signaled my wolf rising close to the surface. I could feel my pupils dilating, my senses heightening.

“I’ll visit her soon,” I said, my voice unnaturally steady. “After I handle something first.”

I ended the call and swiveled to my computer, back straight, shoulders set with purpose. I pulled up the invitation list for the Silver Moon Shadow quarterly charity gala scheduled for tonight. My fingers tapped a precise rhythm against the desk as I scanned the names. The event was our pack’s most prestigious social gathering, attended by every prominent werewolf family in the region. Media coverage was extensive, with photographers from both human and werewolf publications vying for exclusive shots of the city’s elite.

I leaned forward, nostrils flaring slightly. Perfect.

I pressed the intercom, the movement deliberate. “Sarah, come in please.”

A human employee appeared moments later, notepad in hand. “Yes, Mr. Sterling?”

“Add Elizabeth Collins to the program as a special guest speaker for tonight’s gala. Topic: “Traditional Values of an Alpha’s Mate.‘ Place her directly after my opening remarks.” My voice remained level, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop with each word.

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Sarah’s eyes widened slightly she knew enough about pack politics to recognize the significance – but she merely nodded, her gaze dropping in deference. “Anything else, sir?”

“Have the tech team prepare the multimedia system for a special presentation. Tell them I’ll provide the content myself before the event.” I dismissed her with a slight incline of my head.

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Chapter 118

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Once she left, I made three calls in rapid succession. Within minutes, my office filled with key members of my inner circle: Marcus, who had returned from the hospital; Raymond, my head of security; and Vivian, my chief of public relations. They arranged themselves before my desk, standing rather than sitting, awaiting direction.

“I want everything,” I told Raymond, my voice steady and cold. My hands rested flat on the desk, perfectly still. “Every frame of security footage showing Elizabeth entering and leaving Sterling Tower yesterday. Every angle of the stairwell. I want audio if it exists.”

Raymond nodded once, sharply. “We’ve already pulled most of it, sir. There’s clear footage of her following Ms. Brown into the stairwell and leaving alone approximately seven minutes later. The stairwell cameras caught portions of the confrontation, though some of the audio is muffled.”

“Good. Edit it professionally. I want it seamless but authentic. No one should question its validity.” I turned to Vivian, fixing her with an unwavering stare. “Contact every major media outlet. Make sure they have photographers and reporters at the gala tonight.”

Vivian’s eyes gleamed with understanding. “Social media coverage too?”

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