Dante’s POV
The room was silent as Alpha Juno held out the treaty. Alpha Edward sat across from me, trying to appear calm, but I saw the flicker of worry in his eyes. My gaze swept across the table once, then returned to the paper in front of me.
I stood still for a moment, and then, I said,“I refuse.”
A sharp breath was heard. Alpha Edward leaned forward, trying to reason with me, his voice laced with urgency. “Alpha Dante, please. The three packs are suffering. If you don’t sign this treaty, you’ll be standing against a peace that could save countless lives. Let us not allow your personal vendetta to destroy what could be a new beginning.”
I chuckled, low and bitter.
Then I raised my fist and brought it down not with full force, but enough to rattle the entire table. Papers fluttered. Everyone stiffened.
“A greater peace? For whom exactly?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “Peace for these bastards?” I pointed toward the Alpha of the Moon Lord Pack and the Alpha of the Darkmoon
