Five Minutes of intangi
Five Minutes of Infamy
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Everyone said 1, Dominic Blackwood, heir to the Northern Territory’s Blackwood Pack, was born with a gold spoon in my mouth The truth was far more complicated.
My mother, Grace Blackwood, came from a modest backgromal but possessed stunning beauty that caught the eye of William Blackwood, the Alpha King of Silvercrest City’s most powerfull werewolf pack, She became his mate right after college.
Two labels commonly described their relationship: “The omega who became Lima” and “The unlikely mate bond “Though William pampered Grace after their mating, few believed in their love. He was notorious for breaking multiple mate bonds before her, and she was his third Lanta,
Most assumed Grace accepted the mate bond for power and status. She surprised everyone by severing their bond just a year after I was born, wanting only my custody–no pack territory or assets.
Rumors claimed she discovered William’s infidelity. She remained calm when presenting the bond severance papers. When William refused, she threatened to jump off the Blackwood Park House with me in her arms, forcing his agreement.
She left the territory with me and never looked back. It was William who pursued her, offering money, properties, and even shares in his pack territory. Knowing her fondness for moonlight wine, he gifted her an entire estate abroad. People said William truly loved her.
Grace stayed abroad for thirteen years. William remained unmated during this period, and his philandering became less Irequent. He respected her wishes and didn’t visit me abroad. Only after her death did he bring fourteen–year–old me back to the pack
Many attributed my success in taking over the Blackwood Pack at twenty–eight to my mother’s influence and William’s guilt. The truth was the opposite. Both my mother’s legacy and William guilt were like ticking time bombs.
The years following my return were the most tumultuous period aanlighting within the Blackwood Pack. As Grace’s son, I was viewed as a potential successor, and pack members, wary of Willian’s favoritism, plotted against me.
William, believing he was acting in my best interest, turned a blind eye to the situation. Still young and with an unstable wo struggled to navigate the complex dynamics of the pack.
As I grew in power, the heir to the Blackwood pack had been determined to be my eldest brother, Sebastian, with my second brother, Benjamin, eyeing the position. William wanted to protect me but lacked sufficient power or influence.
Even when I almost died in a murder planned by Sebastian, William didn’t seek justice for me, nor did I get revenge when 1 eventually gained power. Despite my resentment towards my father, I never openly confronted him because of this,
To outsiders, I appeared to have it all: control of the Blackwood Pack, influence over Silvercrest City’s supernatural community, boundless success, and untouchable status. In reality, my journey was far from smooth, paved with hardship and struggle.
Emerging from such a dark environment left me with a heavy aurat intensity. Ry Quinn often recalled that during the power struggle and the years immediately after taking over the pack, Texuded an almost palpable sense of ruthlessness.
I was constantly cold and aloof, my wolf Leo always close to the surface, my very demeanor radiating hostility. Ryan advised me to cultivate inner peace and calm my wolt, as I was becoming intimidating to other pack members.
Initially, I dismissed this advice, until one day, I encountered Amber Chase. Upon meeting my gaze, Amber showed visible fear and fled without a word, as if I were a vengeful Alpha. She was afraid of me.
This incident prompted me to heed Ryan’s words. I gradually slowed down, embracing activities like calligraphy, chess, cooking, hunting, and rock climbing. While not entirely emotionally stable, I rarely lost my tensper now.
1 could usually maintain composure, especially around Amber. I had never shown anger in her presence, genuinely never. I was always patient and kind when with her. Always.
“Anyway, you’re just five minutes.”
Five Minutes of informy
“You’re just saying you can
finish in five minutes.”
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five minutes? Who the hell started this rumor? Who told her that Why was this even a topic of conversation? Why did she have to Labricate such a thing?
Why did she have to humiliate me like this? If this got out, Ryan would laugh his teeth out.
I had never cursed in my life. I never thought I would. I often found Ryan’s cursing embarrassing. It turned out that sometimes, cursing came naturally, like now.
Thad already cursed countless times in my mind, my long–suppressed anger ignited in an instant, my wolf Leo snarling beneath my skin, even giving rise to murderous thoughts. The fire Anher bad it within me was extinguished by her words.
“Amber, five minutes who told you that?” Lasked, my voler strained and awkward.
She didn’t answer, still fumbling with my robe tie, her inexperience evident in her clumsy attempts.
day aren’t you taking your “It’s so hard to untie! You’re just lying there, not even helping. You re the one who wants to do it, why own clothes ott? Why do I have to undress you?”
“Will you help me untie it later? I’m not wearing anything underneath “she muttered incessantly.
My scalp tingled. I grabbed her hands, stopping her. Ironically, herrugging, combined with my grip, loosened the tie. My robe fell open, revealing my chest.
Amber stared intently, her amber eyes fixed on me. So sexy, she wanted to touch me.
I froze, and as Amber reached out, I swiftly shifted, pinning her beneath me. I was careful to position her so that her bandaged cheek wouldn’t be pressed against me.
Amber struggled. “What are you doing? I just untied it!” She squirmed restlessly.
My breathing deepened, and I held her tighter, trying to control my wolf that was howling for completion of our mate bond.
“Amber, please spare me.” Any more movement, and I would lose control
Despite my
my anger and desire to prove her wrong about the “five minutes,” I couldn’t disregard her injury. I could probably avoid the wound, but what if I accidentally touched it? She would have to endure the pain of reapplying the moonlight healing salve.
Besides, she wasn’t sober. Even if I lasted longer, she wouldn’t know. To clear my name, this had to be done when she was fully
conscious
I lay still, holding her. The soft fabric of her robe beneath my hand brought her words back to me: “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
Desire surged through me, my wolf Leo pacing restlessly beneath my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to regain control; but then I remembered the moonlight wine she had drunk.
It was flown in from my European estate, potent stuff. I had only had half a glass last night for my insomnia. She had downed a whole glass. She would definitely have a rough morning.
Thad Martha bring up some herbal hangover remedy, which I patiently fed to her. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Amber’s eyes, now slightly clearer, remained fixed on me,
I set the empty bowl aside and tucked her in. It was late, and I intended to sleep in the next room. As I rose, Amber grabbed my hand
“Are you really not doing it tonight?”
1 brushed the hair away from her bandaged cheek. “We’ll wait until you’re healed.”
Seeing her somewhat sobered up, I brought up the humiliating “five minutes” remark. “Who told you that?”
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Amber blinked. “You did. “
I was puzzled When had I ever said such a thing? Had I insulted myself? My wolf Leo growled in indignation.
Seeing my confusion, Amber recounted her afternoon of torment, I listened in silence.
id half an hour. The five minutes… was me trying to get you come back. Toniplit was supposed to be a special occasion for Thad prepared everything, and I wanted you to see it.”
I had consulted Ryan and Felix about the arrangements. Felix suggested roses, while Ryan mentioned she–wolves liked romantic gestures like full moon proposals. I incorporated both ideas,
Thad arranged the rose petals myself, and designed a special monelight display personally. However, when Paige ran out of the private room, I assumed Amber wouldn’t return with me, so i canceled the moonlight display.
(Amber’s POV)
I was silent. It was all in my head. How embarrassing! My wolf Com whined in mortification. I had actually looked down on him because of this imagined “live minutes.”
The silence stretched awkwardly. I changed the subject. “So, when did you start preparing?”
Moonlight displays were complex undertakings. Dominic replied, The day after we got our marriage certificate.”
1 bad said I would announce our mating after Ethan’s wedding, and we would live together after the announcement. He had been preparing for this day ever since. After today, our new life would begin.
Ipondered his words, gazing at his handsome face. I made a decision.
“Dominic, a new beginning should have a new starting point.” I reached out, clutching his robe, my eyes sparkling “Dominic, I can do it”
Logic told him to hold back, considering my injuries, but my touch shattered his resolve.
My back pressed against the scattered rose petals. At first, the sensation was pleasant. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and Dominic’s kisses were gentle
He offered me air when 1 was kissed until I felt suffocated, soothed me when I was uncomfortable, and I became one with him. Little by little, I wanted to curse.
Impulsivity was the devil. I recalled the first year of my apprenticeship, when I traveled with my mentor’s camera crew to northern Canada to photograph cheetahs up close
The first time I’d seen a cheetah so close, one that was feeding on its prey, I’d had nightmares for three whole days. Dominic was like the cheetah, and 1 was the rabbit being torn apart,
I was even more miserable than that rabbit; the rabbit died quickly while I was tortured all night long, and the man’s word was a lie. Dominic had said he wouldn’t move, but the rose beneath me was crushved.
He’d said “soon,” but the minute hand on the clock went past “five minutes” over and over again. I changed positions as he held me, yet his cock remained pumping inside me as if it knew no exhaustion,
Afterwards, he held me, showing me the time on his phone. He deliberately omitted the first time, making me count from the second.
“How long has it been? Tell me, baby,” he asked me softly.
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