CHAPTER 179 HIDDEN MARKS

Dominic The moon shone low in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the forest as I stood by the edge of the clearing. Minerva's scent lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the pine and earth. I knew she was near; she was my mate; she belonged to me. I knew the tension between our families had only grown, and this wasn't the time for reckless displays of our connection. As I leaned against a tree, I saw her emerging from the shadows, her eyes full of apology. She was strikingly beautiful. Her hips swayed so seductively as she approached that I was unable to divert my attention from her. She stopped in front of me and held my gaze. "Dominic," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Since I have explained why I've been trying to hide my scent and your mark," What do we do about it? I shook my head as I thought about it, my eyes fixed on her as she stepped closer to me, leaning on me. She took a deep breath, her gaze shifting to the ground for a moment before meeting