Blood Contract(Wolf Creek Pack 8)(32)

“What would you like me to do about it, Sully? Force-feed him?”

“I’m serious, Dominic.”



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“So am I.” Dominic set his pen down on his desk and sat back in his chair as he regarded Sully. He was getting damned tired of everyone reminding him what he should do instead of letting him make his own choices. If this was what being the prince was like, he didn’t want it.

“As you are always so eager to point out to me, Danny is nothing but cattle. Why should I care? If he dies, then he dies. I’m healthy enough now that we have time to search for another donor.”

“God, you are such a fucking bastard.”

One of Dominic’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“Danny is sick, and you just sit there and go on about us finding some other donor? Don’t you even care about him? He gave you back your life.” Sully started to get agitated, throwing his arms up into the air. “You can’t even be bothered to go check on him.”

Dominic growled as he shot up from his chair and slammed his fists down onto his desk. “You were the one that pointed out to me, and Danny, how little I should care about my blood donor, so don’t come running to me crying when you get exactly what you want.”

“I was wrong, okay?” Sully pulled at his hair as he spun around.

“Fuck!”

Dominic sat back down in his chair and rested his elbows on his desk, resting his chin on his hands. The whole situation was fucked up. “What do you want from me, Sully?”

“I want you to fucking care about what’s going on with Danny!”

Dominic clenched his hands. “Why? According to you he’s not good enough for me. He’s cattle. Isn’t that what you told him he was—cattle?”

“God!” Sully swung around and glared. “Would you fucking get off that and go upstairs and check on him?”

“Fine, if that’s what you believe I should do, that’s what I’ll do.”

Dominic stood to his feet and started around his desk. As he did, he waved his hand back toward his desk. “There’s a pad of paper in the



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drawer. While I go check on Danny, why don’t you write a list of my other rules? I wouldn’t want to violate any of them.”

“Fuck you, Dominic.”

Dominic spun around and grabbed Sully around the throat, slamming him into the wall. He leaned up so close to Sully’s face that he could smell the man’s fear. Dominic curled his lip back, extending his fangs until they hung over his lips.

“Do not ever forget who you are talking to,” Dominic snarled. “I have listened to you go on and on about why I should not care about Danny, until he pulled away from me. And now you suddenly want me to care, when it’s too late? When Danny is ashamed of the things he feels when he’s with me, ashamed of wanting to be with me? Fuck you, Sullivan.”

Dominic slammed Sully into the wall with such force that the plaster wall behind Sully’s head crumbled, and then he let go as he walked past him. As he left the office he heard a loud thud and knew Sully had slid to the floor. At the moment, he didn’t care.

Dominic stalked through house like a man possessed. His worry over Danny had multiplied by a million since Sully walked into his office. Before then, he had just been worried that Danny had pulled away from him, and he didn’t know why. Now, Danny’s health was of greater concern.

Dominic stormed into his room then to the door that led to where Danny slept. He paused for a moment with his hand on the door handle. Dominic was suddenly feeling unsure. Would Danny ignore him again and turn him away?

Maybe he could use the contract as a way to get through to Danny. He needed to eat to stay in good health. Yeah, that would do just great. Dominic rolled his eyes at himself. Why didn’t he just walk into the room and start calling for his blood cow? It would be tantamount to the same thing.



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Dominic drew in a deep breath then knocked softly on the door.

He waited for several moments then knocked again. When Danny didn’t answer this time, Dominic opened the door and walked in.

“Danny?” Dominic scanned the room until his eyes landed on a large pile of pillows piled at one end of the bed. A tuft of soft brown sunlight-blond hair stuck out of the top of the blankets just at the edge of the pillows.

Dominic hurried over to the bed and sat down. He pushed the pile of pillows out of the way then tugged the blanket down until he could see Danny’s face. “Danny?” he asked as he cupped the side of Danny’s face.

“Fuck!” Dominic shouted. Danny’s face was pale white but hot to the touch. “Sully, get your ass up here. Danny’s burning up with fever.”