Dante: I stayed still for a few seconds, studying Eva’s expression before nodding in agreement. “That is the goal anyway, with or without your help, my goal was to always kill those associated with Giovanni. Leonardo and Gabriella weren’t on that list, but it seems like they are now” I said, shrugging my shoulders. Eva simply nodded before she smiled at my mate who ran her finger over our baby’s arm as he lay in her arms “have you decided on a name for the little one?” I looked at Aurora who nodded, the two of us having already chosen a boy’s name. I looked at Nicolas, the one man who I never thought that I would end up trusting with my life, before smiling. “Nico Sandro D’Angelo” I said, looking at both Nicolas and Alessandro who froze, processing the names “Nico as his first name, following his uncle, having his nobility, kind heart, and genuine soul. And Sandro for his grandfather, the man who despite everything, stood strong for what he believed in, keeping his gentle, and sw

Aurora:I smiled when I opened my eyes to find Dante asleep. His head lay on my stomach as his steady breathing told me that he was fast asleep.I gently moved him to the side, making sure not to wake him, not that I would be able to at this point. He was too exhausted to open his eyes, and judging by the fact that I was his mate, his wolf wouldn’t be as anxious or worried about anyone hurting him.I got up from bed and walked toward our son who was fast asleep. His heartbeat was calm, and smiling, I lifted him in my arms, careful not to stir Dante, knowing that he needed to rest. He was already in too much pain, and needless to say, everything that happened weighed down on him like a brick on his back; however, I knew that I would be standing strong by his side. I wasn’t going to leave him when he was at his weakest.I sat on the edge of the bed, and lowering my shirt, I put my son in front of my breast, and as if on instinct, which I believed was a reality, he wrapped his small lip

Dante: “Is she okay?” Aurora asked, wrapping her arms around herself as she saw me entering the room. She was standing over our son’s crib as he slept when I first walked in, and smiling, I looked at the beautiful thing that we spent hours fixing up. I hugged my beauty and kissed the crown of her head, nodding in response, my heart aching after what I saw more than I could dare let out. Now, if I ever wanted to kill the bastards before, then now I wanted to torment them, nice and slow, before ending their lives. Seeing a woman break like that in front of me was not something that I took lightly, especially since I could tell that she was putting on a strong act to keep her pain inside. It was an act that I knew too well. I saw my mother play it for years so as not to collapse in front of Elena and I. “She is inside with Nicolas right now” I said, pulling away to look my beauty in the eye “I don’t know what happened exactly, but I think that Giovanni and Mattia killed her baby” “W

Aurora: I smiled as I looked at my son who was asleep in his father’s arms, on his chest. His breathing was slow, calm, and his heartbeat was normal, telling me that he was feeling safe and happy in his father’s arms. I got up from the desk, having been reading a book, and walked toward them with a smile on my face. Dante smiled up at me, and raising his face, he connected his lips with mine, giving me a gentle kiss that made my heart melt. “How are you feeling?” He asked gently. I smiled and sat on the armrest beside him, watching our son with a smile on my face. It has been a very long day, and with what I found out about Giovanni and Mattia, what they’ve done to Eva, and how she reacted, I had to admit, I wasn’t in my best of moods. “A bit tired, I guess. These two days have been the longest in our lives” I said, shaking my head. I knew that even Dante was tired after everything that he’s heard, learned, and what his best friend did. The impact of this was harder on him than i

Aurora: I shook as I held my son to my chest, kissing his forehead as I tried processing what just happened. The gun which the bastard held to my head, and the fire. The way he spoke and the way he looked at my mate. Everything that happened caused chills to run down my spine. Dante was checking on his mum and sister who were both still processing the fact that a man who was considered their friend, and even family, did what he just had. The man literally started a fire in the building, not caring about whether or not there were innocent people locked inside. Some were still trying to escape for their lives as the firefighters tried helping them out. Dante was still shaken and I knew that he was more frightened than he was letting out at the fact that I was almost shot. The way he wrapped his arms around me after everything calmed and the way he kissed my forehead, temple, then lips, told me that he was more than just a little frightened. And despite wanting to stay in his arms for