Angel's POV The morning sun rose in the sky as we walked out of the hospital room and joined Rashaad in the waiting room. It was a long ass night; Jalen had coded twice from all the silver and wolfsbane in his system. Because the silver slowed his healing, he had also lost a lot of blood. Thankfully, the blood of an Alpha is universal, so Dante was able to donate some to him. We were all cranky and exhausted. I didn't notice at first that Noah was still here because he was silently standing in the corner of the room. I guessed that he was still covering his scent with Moonshine since rogues had a natural rotten smell that could easily be picked up. His blood-stained clothing from last night had been replaced by a black muscle shirt and denim jeans. His golden hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Our eyes met momentarily before I quickly looked away. Dante wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his body. I could hear a low growl rippling up his throa
Angel’s POVSuddenly, I sensed a powerful aura enter the hospital. It wasn't as strong as an Alphas or Betas, but I'm sure whoever it was had just as much influence. The woman marched into view down the hallway with two scary looking men at her side. "Who's that?" I asked aloud. "Luna Kamala," Rashaad's jaw clenched in disgust. "If she's here, that means Luis and Jasmine must have stayed behind to run the pack," Dante mumbled. Noah scoffed. "Great...more werewolf royalty." Luna Kamala looked to be in her late 20s. She was slim with bronze skin, sharp, gray eyes, and a thick, dark-brown afro. She had a square face with a broad forehead, pointed cheekbones, and lush lips. She walked like a queen; straight and tall with her head held high. She was wearing a black, medium-length dress with a long, leopard-print faux fur coat and black knee-high boots. "Where is my husband?" she shouted at one of the nurses, her southern accent oozing through her words.
Angel’s POV"Fuck, I...I can't do this," I choked out. Noah suddenly appeared beside me. "Deep breaths, Angel," he cooed, rubbing my back. I nodded and closed my eyes. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in, deep breath out, I chanted to myself. A quiet sob rose in my throat, causing his eyes to fix with worry as he pulled me closer. "Do you want me to get your mate?" he asked softly. "No. I don't want him to worry," I croaked, "he already has a lot going on, and a big part of it is my fault." "You both have that in common, you know. Blaming yourselves for situations you have no control over." I wiped my eyes as I looked up at him. "I can't help it. It feels like it's my fault and I just got him wrapped up in it." "Angel, even if he had a different mate, King Jett would still be trying to take over the werewolf world. If anything, you're an asset. He just needs to hurry up and mark you already." "Will...will it hurt you when h
Dante's POV I sped through the night, fighting the animalistic urge to mate with Angel right there in the car. The full moon was shining vibrantly in the sky above us. I looked over to see her stripping her dress off. "Princess, please keep your clothes on," I hissed. It was already hard enough keeping Quinn under control without her being completely naked in front of us. "Dante, I'm so hot," she moaned out. She tossed the dress in the backseat and started removing her bra. "I know you are, but can you at least wait until we get to the cabin?" She and her wolf are crying out to us. Take her! Quinn growled. I ignored him and tried to focus on driving. I didn't expect her to go into heat in the middle of the meeting, but I had a plan just in case. That's why Dad and Mom were there; he would inform me of their final decision. Brock and Sterling were two seconds from trying to mate with her, so I hoped that they weren't too upset that I nearly ripped their
Dante’s POV "Fuck," I hissed, "you're so tight princess." Angel grabbed my hair and brought my lips back down to hers. As our tongues explored each other's mouths, I began to move inside of her slow enough that she could get used to my size. "Faster," she growled. I grunted as I sped up, thrusting in and out of her. She buried her nails in my back, drawing blood, but somehow it only brought me closer to the edge. I was nowhere close to being done with her yet, but the way her drenched pussy was hugging me, I wouldn't last. I pulled out causing her to whimper. "Dante, what-" I sat up on the bed and lifted her up so that she could slide down my length. I could already feel her juices dripping down my balls, so I filled her again easily. She straddled my waist and gripped my shoulders for dear life, slowly starting to ride me. Soft moans escaped her lips. "That's it princess," I purred huskily. My encouraging words made her moan even louder as she rock
Angel's POV My body felt like it had been hit by a truck, but the events of last night made up for it. My life; my relationship with Dante changed irrevocably after we mated. I didn't feel any different, but I also expected to feel a surge of energy like Thor or a heroine junkie, so it was kind of a relief not to. With my eyes still closed, I reached out for him, but he wasn't there. I immediately sat upright in the bed. "Dante?" I squeaked. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him standing in the corner of the room. He was wearing jeans and a green t-shirt that hugged his huge biceps. My relief was short-lived as I suddenly felt rage. Not mine; his. How was it possible? Was it the mate bond? I suddenly noticed the bags underneath his eyes. When was the last time he even slept? What had happened to ruin his blissful mood from last night? We were fully mated now, something he had wanted for the longest time. "What's wrong, Dante?" I asked in a quiet voice.
Angel’s POV Most of the car ride was silent. The sun was just rising; a brilliant yellow and orange hue swept across the sky. I remembered how much I used to hate waking up early, but now after being with Dante, it was so beautiful and refreshing. Although we were going through a lot, I couldn't deny that my life was so much better with him in it. But I had to fuck it up like I do with everything. He hates me and it's all my fault, I thought to myself. Dante blew out a loud, frustrated breath. "I don't hate you. I'm just...angry and hurt," he admitted. My bottom lip trembled as the tears resurfaced. "I-I'm so sorry, Dante. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I should've told you instead of lying, but I was just scared of losing you." He shot me a sympathetic glance. "I just need some time, Angel." As we pulled into the packhouse driveway, he reached over and caressed my cheek. His touch made me shiver in delight. "I'm mad, but l still love you. Forever and alway
Dante's POV Nearly 100 recruits stood on the right side of the room while the Alphas and Kamala sat in chairs on the left side conversing with one another. They grew silent as Jalen, Angel, and I approached. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kamala zero in on my neck and grimace in disgust. I was probably on her no-fuck list now; she only liked unmated males despite her current relationship status. Good because I wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole even if I didn't have a mate; she was toxic as fuck. Sterling smirked. "I see you've taken care of your little problem from last night," he teased. "Sorry for trying to kill you and Brock," I mumbled, running my hands through my hair. He simply chuckled in response. "Who's leading this thing?" Brock suddenly asked, rolling his eyes. "I'm assuming Dante. He's the one who called us here," Kamala mumbled bitterly. "We do need to act as a united front on this," Dakari reminded everyone. "I agree,"