Dante's POVAfter Angelique left, I immediately wanted to bring her back and hold her in my arms all night; however, there was no way Quinn would allow that to happen. After what transpired tonight, given the opportunity, he would not hesitate to mark our mate. He wanted every male to know she belonged to us, including the piece of shit that wanted her as a vessel. After sealing the bond, the only circumstance that would break it is if another male marked and mated with her immediately after, whether that be consensual or not. The mere thought of that happening made my blood boil.No one else will ever touch our mate! Quinn snarled. Damn right! But that doesn't mean we can just mark her, Quinn. She must be okay with it. I'm getting tired of explaining this to you. I could feel his frustration boiling inside me. Dante, she's in danger now. Someone is actively trying to take her from us, and you don't want to give her that extra protection? When she wears our mark, we will be more th
Dante’s POVRashaad and Akira waited silently in the conference room with us, anticipating David's arrival. After she finally calmed down, Angel clung to my side, cradled in my lap, nervously chewing on her lips. Through the mind-link, I had instructed her father to come to the packhouse.We have a lot to discuss. Soon, he walked through the door, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. Angel quickly sat up, glaring daggers at her father. "Alpha... Beta... Delta...," he greeted, bowing to each of us. I noticed that he barely glanced at his daughter. "Can I ask what this meeting is about?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.I cleared my throat. "Yes, please sit down, David." He quickly took a seat across from the four of us. The atmosphere was charged with tension as we awaited his response. I wasn't certain about how much he knew about the situation, but we were sure as hell about to find out. Even if I need to torture my mate's father. "David, I believe you have not been truthful
Angel's POVI glared down at the man I had believed to be my father for the past eighteen years of my life. Uncertainty clouded my thoughts, leaving me at a loss for what to feel. The only certainty was that I was now officially alone. My worst fear materialized right before my eyes: my mother was gone, and the man I thought was my dad had just admitted he knew I wasn't truly his. I couldn't bear to dwell on the fact that my biological father was actively searching for me to ensure I bore his child. Did he even realize I was his, or was he so desperate for an heir that the truth didn't matter? "Bring her a blanket and some clothes," Dante ordered Rashaad. He nodded and disappeared out of the room. Dante extended a steady hand, delicately stroking the top of my head. "I'm here, princess," he assured me in a voice so melodious that, if it were an ocean, I would willingly drown in its depths.David stood up, smoothing out his clothes. "I-I'm sorry, Angel. I wanted to tell you soo
Dante's POV WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT I awoke as sunlight streamed through my window. Angel lay sprawled across my chest, softly snoring—evidently exhausted from the events of the previous day. Even with her messy hair and dried drool on her face, she remained the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on. I dreaded the idea of leaving her alone, but the morning rounds demanded my attention. In our rotation, Akira's team covered the evening, leaving Rashaad and me to alternate between morning and afternoon shifts. Today was my designated morning, a duty I hoped to fulfill before Angel stirred. A crucial conversation loomed with her supposed father — a man with more secrets than a locked vault. While the notion of Jett being her biological father seemed unlikely, it was clear he was lying about something, we just had to figure out what it was. My heart ached for my mate, she was caught in the whirlwind of multiple unfortunate events converging at once. I was surp
Angel's POV The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow across the endless field of lavender as I stood, surrounded by the wonderful scent of lavender. I traced my fingers along the velvety petals, lost in the sea of purple. "Angel," echoed a silvery voice in my head. It didn't sound like Kira's or anyone else's I had heard before. I scanned my surroundings with no luck in finding the mysterious speaker. Fear gripped me, paralyzing my every movement, and there was no one to save me, not even Dante. Suddenly, a woman in a flowing white dress materialized before me. Her expression was as unreadable as the vast cosmos, and her hair, the color of mine, cascaded down her back like a waterfall. "Mom?" I tried to say, but nothing came out. Her once-empty golden eyes now radiated warmth as she extended her hand to gently touch the top of my head. The contact felt hollow, as if she wasn't truly present. Well, she's a ghost now, isn't she? It seems even in dreams, I can't experience th
Angel’s POVI began to follow Jasmine out the door, but he swiftly grabbed me by the waist. "Not you, princess," he purred huskily in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware that he wasn't wearing anything underneath the towel around his waist, and it was pressed against me. "You want me to stay?" "We're mates, we can at least get used to dressing in front of each other. Of course, unless you're uncomfortable-" "No, I agree with that." I walked over to the bed, feeling the warmth of the room against my skin. As I reached for the clothes, I hesitated for a moment, acutely aware of the intimate atmosphere. With a deep breath, I began pulling the oversized shirt up, the fabric brushing against my bare skin. Suddenly, the realization hit me that I didn't have a bra on, and a flush of embarrassment colored my cheeks. "Uhh—" "I'll go first." His eyes locked onto mine as he unwrapped the towel, letting it drop to the floor. I felt a sudden wave of fear,
Angel’s POVI followed him outside to where Rashaad and Jasmine were locked in a heated argument. "What's going on?" Dante demanded. Jasmine rushed up to us. "Dante, tell him you okayed me to go on patrol," she pouted, glaring daggers at Rashaad. "Even if he did, that would be stupid and reckless. You just broke your ribs yesterday!" Rashaad's eyes were ablaze with anger and concern. "Ugh, Rashaad, I'll be fine. Stop tripping, okay?" Jasmine's voice held a touch of irritation as she shifted right before my eyes, the fabric of her clothes tearing away. Rashaad shifted next, and in a blur of fur, they both dashed off. The rate at which werewolves went through clothes in a week had to be criminal. Dante turned to me. "Your turn." I closed my eyes, attempting to concentrate on shifting, but nothing happened. I felt a stab of disappointment. The two times I had shifted so far were involuntary, so I didn't know how to do it on command. Kira, a little help here. I felt her presence a
Dante's POV We all gathered in the conference room. I was relieved that Jasmine had finally found her mate, but shocked that it was Beta Luis. Given he belonged to a different pack, the realization hit me: Jasmine would have to leave with him, a reality I wasn't prepared to embrace just yet. Things would have been much easier if Rashaad had been her mate. Jealousy emanated from him in palpable waves as he occupied the seat beside me. On my other side sat Angel, precisely where the future Luna belonged. Across the table, Jasmine, accompanied by Jalen and Luis, held Luis's hand and gazed at him affectionately. The sight tightened my insides with a sense of disgust. Uncertainty gripped me as I pondered their unexpected presence; it couldn't be for anything positive. The only prior unannounced visit was during the attack on their pack. "Alpha Jalen, what's happening?" I inquired. "One of your wolves entered my territory about an hour ago. Initially, I assumed he had your authoriza