There was a note of urgency in his voice that surprised me. I had heard Dante angry, irritated, mocking, and commanding but I had not heard anything quite like this before.
There was a strain in his voice that had not been there this morning when we had our altercation. Madison had stopped eating. She fiddled with her spoon, looking at me curiously. She had been trying to draw my attention with repeated motions of her hands then she saw she had gotten my attention.
"Who is it?" she mouthed.
I did not reply.
"Dante?" she mouthed again. I gave a curt nod.
"Oh," She crinkled her brows.
Deep in thought, she stared at the food in front of her. I was sure s
A hush hung over the pack house. It was as if a shadow had fallen over it. In the silence, there was a sort of expectancy- like everyone was waiting for something to happen. I sat in bed, my back ramrod straight. There was a queasy feeling in my stomach I recognized as anxiety. I had tried all night to remain calm. I had done all I could, going through my phone, and trying to sleep but nothing seemed to work. There was an annoying insistent tapping in the silence of the room. Frowning, I looked around and realized my foot was doing the tapping. I forced myself to stop. I was making everything worse by putting myself on edge. I hated to admit it but I was worried, worried about Dante and the outcome of his venture into the woods. A few minutes after leaving Dante's study, I had been in the living
Dante's POV The room dipped and swayed for a second as I stepped into the dining room. Maddox and I had heard voices here so we had come to check the place out. Madison and Alison were there. Madison looked scared to death. She really could not stand any intense physical or mental strain. Not Allison though. That one was really hard not to crack. I could imagine her never cracking under any form of pressure. As I stood there, I watched the shock register on Allison's face as she took in my injury. The expression on her face changed to one of concern and worry. I felt a smile curve my lips at that. I had never thought I would live to see the day Allison would look concerned for anyone- much less me. Right then, I would have gotten several such injuries over and over again just to see Allison's depth of feeling toward me. I
Allison's POV I stared at Dante in disbelief, not sure if I had heard him right. Tonight I want to sleep with you. That statement could be interpreted in a lot of ways. I sucked in a breath as images of lying in bed with Dante, holding him in my arms flooded my mind. A blush suffused my cheeks. The scoundrel looked at me in evident enjoyment of my reaction. He had said it on purpose. It was funny how Dante had the ability to throw me off trac
Dante's POV To tell the truth, I was surprised at Allison's reaction. I had woken up from a deep sleep to the sound of someone gasping for breath. My first thought had been of Allison. Perhaps the traitors from earlier had come into my room, somehow outsmarted the guards, and had come to finish the job of killing me. I had sprung out of bed, eyes darting around the dark room but there had been no one there- only Allison. With glazed eyes, she gasped for breath and struggled. It was then I knew she was in the grip of a nightmare. For a moment, I wondered if she was having a seizure. I had gripped her sweat-soaked shoulders and attempted to hold her down when she cut me with her dagger. I wondered if that was the reason she was always with the dagger- to defend herself at all times especially when she was asleep. Remem
Allison's POVBreakfast was an awkward affair. I was not sure how I would face Madison and Maddox considering the way I had made an ass of myself by worrying about Dante whom I claimed to hate.The funny thing was that if I had my way, I would do what I did for him last night over and over again. I glanced at Dante. He was looking better now, thanks to me. His color had returned and he could move his injured hand a little bit.The weakness seemed to be ebbing. He had also donned his cold, aristocratic, and authoritative mask. What happened yesterday already began to feel like a dream. Dante whining and just being a crybaby. I had no idea that there was a softer and more approachable side to him.Maddox and Madison were also having breakfast with us as usual. Madison ke
Allison's POVI had to get out of the house even if it was for a little while. I cussed the traitors in Dante's pack who had instigated this forced curfew. I walked towards the front door hoping the guards were somehow absent. No such luck. The door was open but at the entrance, I counted six guards. Though I moved quietly, and the guards stood with their backs to me, one of them turned at that moment and our eyes met. He eyed me curiously.Damn! I had sabotaged my own plan. I should have known that it was a bad idea to leave through the front door anyway. I should have left through the bathroom window when the guards knew I usually had my bath. Sneaking off into the forest would have been a piece of cake.On second thought, it might not have been. Looking outside my window this morning, I had seen guards stationed directly under all the windows of my room. In my opinion, Dante was being paranoid about
Allison's POVThe guards were all tense as we came into view of the house. I hid a grin. Dante must have told them all off for letting me leave the house. The eyes of the guard who had tried to stop me from leaving met mine.He looked uneasy. I met his gaze with no change of expression. The other guards fidgeted as we passed. Even Madison who walked by my side was uncomfortable. She clutched her fingers spasmodically.Dante must be in a rage then to trigger this feeling of unease among his pack members. Well, I was my own person, capable of taking my own decisions and nothing would faze me. These were the thoughts running through my head as I opened the door and stared straight into the angry eyes of Dante.A muscle in his jaw ticked as he glared at us. He stood so still, he was like one of the statuettes in the hall. The only mobile thing about him was his angry eyes which promised some sort of retribution.
Allison's POVHe leaned towards me, his eyes boring into mine like he was trying to discover my deepest secrets. Had I thought that a compassionate Dante would be difficult to deal with? Well, that meant I was slightly mistaken.A curious Dante was a handful especially when he was being curious about how I felt about his relationship with other women. He could not find out that I felt a little resentment- who was I kidding? I felt angry when he became too familiar with women. I just put it down to the fact that he annoyed me at every turn. I didn't want to inspect those feelings too deeply. I found myself staring a little bit too long into his eyes which danced with amusement.Abruptly, I pushed his head away and pushed my chair back a little, creating a little space between us. The moment passed and the tension eased- a little. I hid my discomfiture well by glaring at him.Getting up, I threw the rest