Angel's POVWe sat on Dante's bed, with him still cradling me in his arms. Despite having just witnessed him order his friends to murder two men in front of me, I oddly still felt safe and comfortable with him. I could also sense that holding me was keeping him from losing his shit. Kira had withdrawn to the back of my mind since the attack, and I couldn't feel her presence anymore. She was likely as scared and confused as I was. A million thoughts raced through my mind, leaving me unsure of where to begin processing everything. I was sure about two things, though. Firstly, I was some kind of magical wolf. Secondly, some evil, disgusting rogue boss wanted to force me to have his child. I wondered where I would be right now if my mate hadn't been there to rescue me. Was it messed up that I felt relieved knowing that those men, at his command, had been killed? "Are you ready for me to take you home?" Dante suddenly mumbled, pulling me out of my thoughts. He glanced down at me, concer

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

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

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 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