Chapter 29: A Forced Kiss in the Car

Anna ground her fangs together, pinning her focus onto Dominic Vance, yet the supreme Alpha King merely grazed her visage with a gaze of absolute, unadulterated coldness.

It unmasked the reality that her infiltration strategy carried a fatal defect; abandoning her high-born status as a wealthy Lord's daughter to slink around his firm as a low-ranking initiate would never force Dominic's predatory gaze to linger upon her form for a single heartbeat.

Across the pack kingdoms, the prey that eluded the hunter was eternally the prize the predator yearned to harvest.

Her pride had executed the advance with fractured haste, making Dominic calculate her flesh was a low-cost, guaranteed conquest; consequently, his dominant instincts prioritized the elusive Clara Thorne rather than her own line.

"Anchor your physical form right adjacent to my coordinate."

Dominic indicated the deepest, most secure sector of the long oak table, casting a low, textured baritone toward Clara. "My public relations pack has neglected internal tribunal purge for excessive seasons; the quality of the herd is highly fractured. I petition your spirit to overlook their lack of discipline."

He maintained zero intent to offer a response to Anna’s gaze, completely blind to the chaotic realignment transforming her inner thoughts at this breath.

By some ancient spell of the blood, every single sequence Clara Thorne breached his visual horizon, his tracking nodes locked onto her form like a heat-seeking predator, completely incapable of severing the link for any significant duration.

"Confirmed," Clara responded softly, fluidly gliding across the floorboards to occupy the designated space.

She cast a fleeting, lethal glance toward Anna's profile; when the arrogant female was unleashing her venomous mockery across the hall only a sub-cycle prior, her pride had calculated zero probability of being publicly broken by her beloved Alpha King.

Whether that psychological laceration was agonizing to endure, Clara possessed zero data.

But Clara Thorne had eternally ruled her rogue spirit by a singular, primal law: if an outer wolf breaches your perimeter, execute an absolute counter-strike without mercy.

At this hour, since Dominic Vance chose to deploy his dominant shadow to shield her name, she would simply sit back and devour the destruction of her enemy.

"Sister Clara, the Alpha King speaks with absolute truth; my past actions unmasked severe immaturity. This chalice of fire-water is harvested exclusively to cleanse my dishonor—I petition your mercy to grant absolute absolution to my line, agreed?"

Defying Clara’s calculations, Anna transformed her aura as if her inner wolf had suddenly undergone an evolution; not only did she voice a formal submission, but she violently tilted her throat to drain the entire chalice of high-potency fluid in a single, desperate swallow.

Her intellect had decoded the matrix; she had past calculated that creeping into Dominic’s firm as a low-tier worker would accelerate her tracking loops and entice his wolf to claim her.

After all, Dominic Vance had explicitly broadcasted his sovereign decree across the high council houses: his bloodline would eternally reject a commercial alliance treaty, and his wolf possessed absolute zero desire to evaluate those high-born daughters.

But remaining a mere initiate within his corporate borders was entirely insufficient to capture his wild throne. She must force his intellect to recognize the immense material leverage her family could deliver to his pack—value that far surpassed the rank of a common pack worker!

Regarding the persistent plague known as Clara Thorne, her mind had constructed a lethal bypass loop to execute a total clearance...

Anchoring that strategy within her thoughts, Anna leveraged her porcelain cheeks—now flushed crimson from the sudden surge of the fire-water—to unleash a synthetic, saccharine smile toward Clara, harvesting a fresh chalice to fill the glass to the brim.

"Sister Clara, come; my hand unleashes a consecutive salute to honor your trail!"

Yet within Clara’s strategic vision, Anna simulated a venomous viper coiling for a lethal strike, extending a long, flickering tongue toward her throat—a grotesque display that triggered a trace of primitive dread across her instincts.

Clara’s internal thoughts locked down; given Anna’s arrogant bloodline lineage, how could her spirit genuinely bow her neck to plead for absolution? The true strategic motive behind this theatrical display before Dominic’s amber eyes remained cloaked in shadow.

Regardless of the matrix, maintaining absolute tactical vigilance was the solitary path to survival.

Clara accepted the heavy glass, yet her fingers held the rim motionless, refusing to bring the liquid to her lips. "Your formal submission has been recorded by my ledger, yet my wolf rejects the fire-water. Restrain your throat from consuming excessive quantities."

The hidden blade within her syllables was clear—the absolution was recorded, but the fluid would remain untouched; whatever quantity Anna chose to swallow was her own solitary doom.

Anna’s facial lines instantly contorted with suppressed malice, yet forcing her system to simulate a submissive, pleading pup, she whined, "Sister Clara, to preserve the honor of my face, I petition your throat to consume a fraction of the draft; otherwise, my inner wolf shall eternally suffer the agonizing debt of your grievance."

Clara slowly lowered her dark lashes, masking the icy smile cutting across her lips.

The female was advancing with such frantic desperation—even a primitive omega could decode the reality that this fire-water was laced with a foul chemical trap.

"My vocal cords explicitly stated my system rejects the fluid."

Anna’s gaze fractured, tears simulated at the brink of her eyelids. "Sister Clara, my spirit has unmasked total repentance; for what motive must your authority endlessly lock my throat in this suffocating trap?"

The surrounding wolves swiveled their snouts to evaluate the clash, their telepathic whispers transforming into harsh judgments:

"The offering is merely a single chalice; what ancestral lineage does this rogue claim to project such immense, arrogant posturing?"

"Subdue your frequency; have your tracking nodes failed to register that the Alpha King is deploying his sovereign shadow to preserve her territory?"

"Ah! She belongs to

that

breed of unbonded females?"

The telepathic insults turned increasingly vulgar, several low-tier males unleashing sinister, mocking leers across the dim light.

Suddenly, a powerfully sculpted, vein-lined hand cut through the vacuum, violently snatching the chalice stationed before Clara’s coordinates.

Dominic Vance, his facial planes locked into an expression of absolute zero, tilted his massive throat and drained the chemical fire-water within a single, lethal swallow, before violently slamming the empty glass onto the oak boards directly before Anna’s face.

The entire hall dropped into absolute, terrifying silence.

"Maintain your feast."

His amber eyes darkened into abyssal depths. He threw his towering frame upright, his iron fingers violently clamping around Clara’s wrist to drag her rogue form from the stronghold.

"Alpha King! Dominic! Your majesty cannot vacate the perimeter at this hour!"

Anna violently threw her body upright, her voice saturated with sheer psychological panic.

She designed to launch her limbs to lock onto Dominic’s frame, yet the freezing, murderous promise radiating from his amber gaze paralyzed her form, rendering her incapable of motion.

Dominic offered zero recognition to her existence, the pressure of his grip around Clara’s wrist intensifying to such an extreme threshold that a sharp knot of physical pain locked Clara’s brows together.

She could detect the raging, apocalyptic storm of primal fury churning beneath his deceptively calm skin.

Yet her intellect failed to track the logic—Anna was deploying the chemical trap exclusively to neutralize

her

defenses; for what motive did the supreme Alpha unleash such terrifying wrath?

"You... your throat swallowed that specific chalice..." Anna yearned to scream the reality that the fire-water was saturated with a high-potency aphrodisiac designed to trigger an unnatural heat period, yet she possessed zero courage to unmask her treason before the entire cabinet.

"Does the fluid harbor a defect? Was it not harvested and poured by your own loyal paws?" Dominic challenged, his dark brows arching in a chilling, mocking interrogation that forced the blood to rush into Anna’s face, choking the remaining syllables in her throat.

The Alpha King possessed absolute data confirming the liquid was compromised, yet his sovereignty chose to consume the poison to shield her system? Clara’s heart experienced a sudden, chaotic tremor; she intensely yearned to demand what breed of absolute madness was piloting Dominic Vance's mind.

However, her survival instincts warned her that this was an apocalyptic cycle to provoke his wolf.

She yielded her frame into absolute compliance, tracking his massive shadow beneath the heavy gazes of the herd as they exited the gateway and breached his armored fleet. The vehicle tore into the dark wilderness, bridging a massive distance before her vocal cords ventured an inquiry. "Alpha King, for what strategic motive does your authority deploy such immense intervention to preserve my trail? The penthouse fortress, and now this toxic chalice—"

Her tactical inquiry was violently severed mid-line as a freezing, shockingly soft entity descended to forcefully seal her lips.

Clara’s emerald eyes shattered wide in pure shock, her intellect requiring several heartbeats to decode the impossible reality—Dominic Vance was executing a savage, forced marking kiss upon her mouth!

A wave of wild winter mint crashed across her senses. One of his massive hands locked around the base of her skull to paralyze her movement, while his alternate arm violently ripped the steering mechanism across the column, forcing the heavy fleet to execute a brutal half-turn before violently anchoring against the shoulder of the road.

"Release... unlock your fangs... break from my system!" The second her consciousness reclaimed dominion, Clara launched a frantic, desperate struggle to break his hold, yet the more her limbs thrashed, the tighter his iron frame clamped her down, his lips launching a more primitive, devastating siege to consume her breath.

Desperation overriding her caution, Clara unleashed her inner wolf, locking her fangs together to violently bite through his lip until the metallic tang of blood flooded the kiss, finally forcing him to sever the contact.

"You run with the nature of a feral hound."

The monarch's midnight-amber eyes locked onto her profile, the depths of his gaze completely saturated with a thick, unyielding current of raw, chemical lust.

"Your consciousness is entirely unhinged!"

Clara glared at his face, using her sleeve to aggressively scrub the brand of his lips from her mouth. "Calculate tonight as a total curse upon my trail; your penthouse fortress shall be restored to your absolute sovereignty at dawn!"

Defying her retreat, his iron arm shot forward, wrenching her frame across the space to forcefully pin her spine against the leather cushions.

His devastatingly handsome visage descended until his hot breath brushed directly against her ear. "For what motive does my bloodline fail to satisfy your design?"

Clara felt entirely marooned by his chaotic logic, her inner wolf howling with pure fury. "Whether your system satisfies the criteria of the flesh is a ledger I possess zero desire to evaluate! Dominic Vance, my rogue spirit is far from the low-born plaything your pride constructs!"

She ground her pearlescent fangs together, tears of absolute humiliation and rage shimmering at the boundaries of her emerald gaze. How could his majesty subject her to such primitive violation?! Did his dominant wolf execute this casual branding upon every female who crossed his tracking loops?

"Vacate the fleet."

Suddenly, Dominic severed his hold, his voice dropping into a guttural, feral roar as he commanded her to descend from his territory.