Semua Bab Fated to my Alpha Heir Stepbrother Dante: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Looks like a stupid dog that still doesn’t know her place among this pack,” Fawn smirked.Aretha paused her playing, “I don’t know what you mean. I always play on my birthday as I used to in Moon’s River for my father. This part of the packhouse is off limits. Why are you three here?”“Interesting, I don’t recall allowing you bitch to have such hobbies.” Fawn just raised an eyebrow.The three girls’ faces went pale as the video continued to play. One of them, Rosa, raced to get in front of the screen as it continued to play. Dante, however, had gone a sickly white. He had believed all three of them over Aretha over and over again.“That’s not how it happened,” Rosa screeched, “It’s been taken out of context.”“Interesting, you say so, young Rosa,” Delta Leon said clearly, “because we found this doing a random sweep of the cameras, and in a part of the packhouse that is meant to be for family only. Care to explain why you three went into the space of the packhouse that isn’t for gener

Because my brother, your uncle Nigel, had told me he had explained it all to you, but that also seems to have been a lie. We have a lot of investigating to do. However, not now, once your mate is better, she is more important than that right now.Yes, Father, she definitely is, but if someone starts talking, I want updates. I won’t let them hurt her anymore. I…I didn’t mean to hurt her; I thought it was being made as a trade to get the land I had to mate with Aretha. I didn’t know she was once the daughter of an Alpha I…I was told that her mother was a gold digger, and well, that meant that Aretha would be just like her mother. That her mother was given the title of Luna to make sure the pack had a leader, and you just got sucked into mating with her because her mother had passed.Who told you a lie like that?Elder Gillian said that your mating with my stepmother would damage our bloodline. I’m not sure how she feels about my half-siblings, Lola and Otto. But what could she say? But

“Dante, Aretha!” Cried Lola as she ran from the open doors of the packhouse.“Easy, little wolf, your sister is still asleep.” Oscar said, trying not to scare her, “Your big brother has been through hell and back as well. Let's get them inside; the healers are meant to be waiting for them.”Although she was only six, Lola’s eyes widened at Dante’s grip on Aretha. She had never seen him go near her, let alone touch her, before. Otto at seven, just inside the door, watching, confusion clouding his young face.“Father, they’re back,” Otto sang out.As the Alpha and Luna walked towards the door, the healers rushed forward with a wheelchair for Dante and a stretcher for Aretha. Midnight’s eyes flashed through for a second as Dante saw that he would have to put Aretha down, his own fatigue fighting with the need to stay close to his mate.“Easy Alpha Heir, everything is going to be ok, you’ll be right next to her the whole way.” Said the head healer with her hands in the air. Nicolette mov

-I know, but we need to be careful.- Dante replied, watching the steady rise and fall of Aretha's chest.In her unconscious state, Aretha's mind was a whirlwind of memories. Her wolf, Holly, was trying desperately to reach her, to pull her back to consciousness.-He's here, our mate is here!- Holly called through the darkness of Aretha's mind. -You need to wake up.-But Aretha remained trapped in her exhaustion, her body refusing to respond despite Holly's efforts. Deep in her subconscious, she was still at her father's grave, talking to him about everything that had happened.The night stretched on, and Dante found himself unable to sleep despite his own exhaustion. Every time Aretha shifted slightly or made a small noise, he was instantly alert, hoping she was waking up. He wanted, needed, to explain himself, to make her understand that everything had changed.Alpha Jarvis sat in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he stared at old photographs spread across his desk. Pictur

Dante moved instantly, reaching for the glass on the bedside table. With gentle hands, he helped her sit up slightly, supporting her head as she took small sips. The tenderness in his actions was so foreign to her that for a moment, Aretha wondered if she was still dreaming."Where am I?" she asked once her throat felt less like sandpaper."The mate suite in the infirmary," Dante replied softly, still holding her as if she might shatter. "You've been unconscious for hours."Reality came crashing back: the birthday celebration, Dante claiming her as his mate, her flight to her father's grave, and then... nothing. Aretha stiffened in his arms, memories of years of him treating her like she was dirt.“Uh, umm, I’m guessing you have somewhere else to be more important, Alpha Heir.” Her voice was small, “It’s ok…if you want to leave, I understand.”Dante's heart sank at her words. The resignation in her tone cut deeper than any accusation could have. After years of dismissing her, he could