Dante's POV I looked around and had to admit that the dinner Allison had planned was a huge success. I was just getting to know that there were depths to my mate that I had not explored yet. To look at her, one would have thought that what she was only good at was fighting and training. Now, I was pleasantly surprised that she had the ability to run my home. As we had resumed the ritual of once more eating at the dining table, I felt somehow lighter. Since Madison's death, no one had had meals here and I had my reservations when Allison had made the suggestion. But I was now glad I had listened to her. My men looked happier than I had seen them in weeks. The maids and the others too were relaxed. I was glad to see that things were gradually returning to normal. I looked fondly at Allison who was chattering away to Aria. Lucius raised his glass and raised his voice so he could be heard amongst the babble of other voices. "I'm drinking to the Alpha's health," he said. There wa
Allison's POV I came awake. Vaguely, I was aware that I was lying on something soft- most likely a bed but I had the sensation of movement. I felt weak and lethargic. All I wanted to do at the moment was to keep lying there and probably go to sleep. I had no idea how long I had been out, so I forced my eyes open. Huge grey eyes fringed with thick lashes were inches from my face. Startled, I screamed, then realized it was Dante who was looking down at me. Dante winced at the shrill sound. Then he leaned back, chuckling at my reaction. With my heart still thudding with residual fear, I laughed shakily and playfully slapped his arm. Placing my hand on my chest, I said, "You scared me, Dante. Why were you staring at me like that? That close, I thought you were a monster or something." I struggled to sit up as I took in a deep breath. "Were you planning to give me a panic attack or-" My words were cut off as my eyes widened in horror. Bile rushed to my throat as my mouth filled with
Dante's POV Allison could not have chosen the worst time to have walked into my study. She hesitated on the doorstep and the expression on her face changed to alarm as soon as she caught sight of our faces. I got on my feet at once. A part of me hoped that she had not noticed anything. Perhaps she was having another episode of nausea. "Allison," I said. "What is wrong? Are you okay?" She glanced at me suspiciously but did not answer. I turned to Maddox and Lucius. "No matter how she asks, no matter what she says, do not say a word to her about what we have been discussing," I told them through a mind link. "Not a word, you understand?" Lucius and Maddox nodded briefly. Allison seemed to notice the exchange. Her eyes narrowed. She stepped forward, pulling a chair along. She placed it directly in front of my desk as Lucius and Maddox bowed and made room for her She looked at each of us in turn and said, "Alright, you three. Spill." Lucius and Maddox looked down at the desk, ref
Allison's POV I sat on my bed pondering on the fact that it had been one hellish week since Dante had told me about the pack war. This period had been the most grueling of my entire life. A part of me wished that Dante had gone already to fight this damned war. If he had done so, then at least I would be free of the agony of not knowing what the outcome would be. I glanced at my still-flat stomach and absentmindedly stroked it. Being pregnant at this time did not help either. My hormones were all over the place and to my disgust, I was always inclined to cry. Fate had certainly played Dante and I a cruel trick. Just when I had gotten the best news of my life- news that I was going to be a mother and bear the child of the only man I had ever loved- that happiness had been cut short by this war. I felt scared for Dante and angry with him too. My entreaties a week ago had seemingly had no effect on him. Day after day, I woke up, wishing he would change his mind and stay back. I
Allison's POV Today was the day I had been dreading. It was the day Dante left for war. I could not keep still, as my nerves were as taut as a string. I had been forcing myself to stay at a spot for the past hour. Giving up, I began to pace my room. All day, I had tried to live in denial of what was about to happen but it was impossible to do so. Sounds of the pack's activities drifted from the window, even though it was closed at the moment. My hands reached for the drawn curtains. I hesitated, then pulled them back a little and looked out of the window. As I observed the scene outside, I was careful to make sure that I could not be seen by anyone who ventured to look in the direction of my room. The pack was a beehive of activity. There were a lot of cars lined up outside the pack house. Guards and warriors milled around, carrying bags that they put in the cars. Some of them stood in groups, talking to each other. Lucius was at the center of it all, directing the guards on ho
Allison's POV I looked around the room at the faces of the people assembled. Their expressions were all grim. I could tell that they were worried at the turn of events. Still, they tried to put up a front, probably for my sake. A day had become two, two had become five, and now it was fourteen days since Dante left for war. All the while he was gone, the promise he had made to me kept ringing in my head. If we are successful, which I assure you will be the case, I will return in just a few days, he had said. By no stretch of the imagination could a few days be said to be two whole weeks. As I feared, something had gone wrong. What exactly it was, I could not tell. The uncertainty made it worse somehow. I was constantly living in suspense, not knowing what to expect. I was barely holding on. The only thing that prevented me from flipping my lid was the baby growing in me. Aria had kept reminding me that any form of worry or emotional turmoil would affect my child in a bad way.
Allison's POV When I hesitated, the guard said sharply. "We need to get out of here, Luna. Now." There was a sense of urgency in his tone that got me moving. He walked behind me, his eyes moving restlessly all the while. He handed me into the car he had come with and quickly got into the driver's seat. As he sped off, I glanced at the car I had come with. "Another guard will be along shortly to return it to the pack house," he said, replying to my unspoken thoughts. I scanned the woods and the road as we drove, searching for the signs of danger he had spoken of. But I could see nothing. In my experience, the guards would fence my questions, so I resolved to talk to Maddox instead. As soon as we got to the pack house, I headed straight for Dante's study where Maddox usually spent most of his time in Dante's absence. He was seated opposite Dante's desk, poring over some papers. He looked up when I came in. He looked relieved. "You sent the guard for me?" I said without a pream
Dante's POV There were footsteps behind me. From my place at the lean-to, I turned to see Lucius approaching. He bowed and I listlessly motioned him to the spot beside me. He sat down on a piece of rock and stared straight ahead. "Yes Lucius, what is it?" I asked wearily. "It is the men, Alpha. I went to check on them as you instructed earlier." My brow rose. "And?" "Some of them are hurt. I think the er- unexpected living conditions have- should I say- made the pain from their injuries much worse. They are strong though, I will give them that. A lot of the wounds they had sustained are healing quite nicely. It's just that I think they need a little extra attention. They need treatment." I thought for a second. "Tell the pack doctor to treat them and monitor their progress closely. Are there still medical supplies?" With a bated breath, I waited for Lucius's reply. "Yes, there are. A lot of medical supplies are remaining." I breathed a sigh of relief. Inwardly, I thanked
Allison's POV Dante's piercing eyes surveyed everyone in the room. It was as though those eyes were able to unravel every man's secrets. Though he spoke to everyone at the same time, at that moment, it felt like he was talking to each of the men in the conference room individually. The men assembled leaned forward, their bodies tense, looking as wound up as taut strings. They hung onto his every word. The boy in the room who sat beside Dante was transfixed. I could tell that he closely followed all that his father was saying. I smiled a little at the worshipful expression in those green eyes that were so like mine. After a silence of some seconds, Dante continued, "We have been through worse in the past and this poses as no challenge whatsoever. I consider this war we are about to go on... as a form of target practice. Some of you have gotten rusty over the years, so this should be an opportunity to take out your rusty daggers and relearn how to fight." There was a ripple of laug
Allison's POV I spent most of the morning in my room. I kept replaying the scene with Dante this morning over and over in my head. Each time, I gave his words a totally different interpretation and that made me sadder. I knew that I was torturing myself by doing this, but I could not seem to stop. I had ordered for breakfast in my room. Whenever Malkiel had felt hungry, I had fed and soothed him. A short while after breakfast, Aria had come to talk to me. Sensing that something was wrong, she had asked why I did not bother to come down for breakfast and why I was cooped up in my room. Then she had prattled on about a lot of other things which I did not bother to pay attention to. My replies had been so curt that she had eventually left, but not without informing me- without me asking- that Dante had left the pack to attend to some things. It came as a surprise to me when less than an hour later, a knock sounded on the door. I immediately perceived Dante's scent outside the door.
Allison's POV For the next few hours, Malkiel's temperature kept fluctuating. Sometimes he was as hot as a live coal. Sometimes his temperature returned to normal. At other times, he felt cool to the touch, so cool that I felt goosebumps form on my skin when I touched him. It was still scary to see my baby going through these kinds of changes within the space of a few minutes. Even though I knew what had caused Malkiel's illness, it still did not make it easy to deal with. I did not know what to think- how to feel about all of this. It was too much to take in all at once. After Dante had told me about what the red mark was, I had sat watching my son for hours, thinking about all he had said. As I stared out of the window, my fingers trailed along Malkiel's chest. It was easier for me to believe what Dante had said because apart from the high temperature and the fact that he was sleeping too much, Malkiel did not show any other signs of illness. A part of me- the part which alway
Dante's POV I glared at the woman who was on her knees before me. She was crying and mumbling incoherently and had been doing that for the last few minutes. Stiffly, I walked back to my desk and sat down behind it. At least the desk provided a sort of barricade that might prevent me from hurting her. I closed my eyes, shutting out the image of her face. Slowly, I massaged my temples as I felt the headache I associated with one of my fits of rage coming on. My wolf was getting restless, wanting to come out. If it did, it would be bad for the woman- very bad indeed. Calm, be calm, I muttered to myself over and again. When I felt I was somewhat in control of myself, I raised my head and pinned her with my stare. "So, what are you trying to say, Tessa?" I said. "Apart from the Luna and I, you are the only one who spends so much time with my son as you are his nanny. Explain to me how the hell this happened under your watch." "It didn't-" I motioned her to be silent. "The Luna
Allison's POV My eyes lighted on the most adorable baby sleepsuit I had ever seen. I caught my breath in delight. A woman was in front of the rack where the sleep suits were displayed. She was looking at the one that had caught my eye consideringly as though she was thinking of buying it. Abandoning the shopping cart for Aria, I dashed forward and took it off the hanger, startling the woman a bit. I walked back to Aria who was trying to see what I was holding. "What have you got there, Luna?" she asked. "Only the most adorable little sleep suit for Malkiel." I held it up for her inspection. She shook her head emphatically. "Nope, definitely not. This isn't... Malkiel's style at all." I grinned. "How do you or anyone know what Malkiel's style is? He's just a baby." "And he won't like that, trust me. There are some clothes I dress him up in and he then tries to take them off by all means. That way, I know that he doesn't like them." "You don't like it, you mean. What is wrong
Dante's POV With a flourish, Maddox handed me a document that had every inch filled with letters and figures. "Here, take a look at this," he said smugly. I settled down to read what he had given me. Without taking my eyes off the document, my hand wandered across the desk. Anticipating my wants, Maddox pushed the calculator towards me. I snatched it up and for the next few minutes, the only sound in the room was the faint beep of the calculator keys as I put together the figures before me. When I was done, I leaned back and whistled in surprise. "How accurate is this?" I inquired. Maddox flashed a smile. "I knew you would ask that. It is very accurate. I went through it thoroughly. I knew that you would want to see the documents sooner or later, so I prepared in advance. Surprising, isn't it?" "Not entirely," I replied after a few seconds' hesitation. "I was sort of expecting something like this. But the figures- the figures are quite astronomical. Wow." Maddox had given me
Allison's POV A pleasurable thrill went through me. Dante had that look in his eyes that told me he wanted us alone, together. My insides warmed at the intensity of his gaze. I nodded. He grinned and pressed me even closer to his body. "That's my girl. You said what I have been wanting to hear all evening," he murmured. He stepped away, looked around, and slid an arm around my waist. He walked quickly and I was almost forced to run to keep up with his stride. He weaved his way expertly among the guests we ran into. He seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of who wanted to engage us in some sort of conversation. We got inside and I was about to push the door of his room open when he kneaded my bottom. "Dante!" I exclaimed, laughing. "Let's get inside first. There are too many people tonight." As soon as we got in, he planted a burning kiss on my lips. I moaned softly, responding eagerly to the feel of his lips against mine. I had thought that with the birth of our child, the p
Allison's POV Aria stood at the entrance of my room. She walked further into the room, her flowing, black velvet dress rippling as she moved. She stopped beside my bed and regarded me closely. "Well, I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "Luna, I can't believe that you are not dressed yet." I yawned and stretched. "I will get dressed... eventually." Aria gaped and shook her head. "The time is 6 pm. 6 pm!" she repeated when I said nothing. "The ball is due to start anytime from now. Your hair and makeup aren't even done yet. Luna, you should have been ready hours ago." I grimaced at the word make-up. "Who needs make-up anyway?" I grumbled. "It even wastes time. I have an idea, Aria. How about I go downstairs with no make-up on? I will just er- try to fix my hair up a little." Tria looked scandalized at the very idea. "Definitely not, Luna. What would people say? You are one of the reasons why this ball is holding. You have to be perfect for tonight. A lot of people from other
Allison's POV The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was Dante, sitting on the bed beside me. I gaped at him. My first thought was that I had died and gone to whatever paradise the Moon goddess provided for my kind. While I had been semi-conscious after giving birth, I had thought I heard his voice in my room. But I had dismissed the evidence of my ears, tagging it to be a product of my overactive imagination. Now here he was, right before me. When I blinked, his form did not waver or turn to smoke like it had in my dream. I did not want to get my hopes up, but I gradually started to believe that it was Dante I saw. He saw me looking and gave me his familiar lopsided grin. "Dante," I croaked. "Is- it really you?" He looked at me with such love and longing that I felt my insides melt. I put out a hand and touched his warm flesh. "Yes, it is me, my love. I am here with you." I took a deep, shuddering breath. The sound of his voice drove home the fact that I was not dream