Novel & Cerita Dante Aphmau

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

"Hope, we have a situation. Dante collapsed an hour ago. He's in the medical wing, and he's not responding to treatment." Hope's blood runs cold. "What happened?" "We don't know. He was fine this morning, then suddenly he was on the floor, barely breathing, his wolf form flickering in and out of control." Amara's hands shake. "Hope, I think it's Lycan's Blight. The same disease that nearly killed him five years ago. It's come back." Hope runs to the medical wing with Cameron close behind. They find Dante on a bed surrounded by monitors, his skin gray, his breathing labored. He looks like he's aged a decade in an hour.

He just rubbed the corners of his wet eyes. “Don’t worry, he can be trusted. He can’t be a spy for our enemies,” Alex tried to reassure Dante. “Can I be handled?” Dante whispered, feeling frustrated and pessimistic. “Let’s see.” Alex finally pulled out his cell phone and called the psychiatrist. He felt that Dante’s paranoid disorder was becoming more serious and required more serious treatment. *** The next day, the psychiatrist Alex had called finally arrived. He was a man in his forties who looked calm and mature. His name was Mr. Lewis.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWELVE (12) (A grip from death) "How many months do I have left doctor?" Mr Dante asked sitting on the cushion directly opposite Mike, Dr Mike just walked in minutes ago, he sat opposite his friend and patient, he felt this deep sense of pain sitting in his heart, he knew what he did. Playing with Amelie's memory was something he never wanted to do, it was against his professional ethics but the forces playing here were men he could never reject their offer.

If only she felt this embarrassed before making Bella chug all those medicines . Coward . " what do you mean prepared for the worst ?"asked Seth , his gaze ping ponged between Ms Hamilton and Dante . "She was on phentermine " said Dante shaking his head "now the thing is that she was fairly healthy even before it was given to her - drugs like these they are not always safe . And the fact that she didn't need them , well it complicates the matter - the doctors said thar there was an abundant of amphetamine in her system , so can I ask you where did you buy the drug ? I'm not of course blaming you , as her mother you of course knew what was best for her but we need to check whether that medica

he replied shortly. Lily lowered her head. “This will only make things worse for you.” Dante gave a faint, bitter smile. “Things have been bad for me for a long time.” Then he turned away. “I’ll be back.” The hospital pharmacy. Bright lights. Shelves filled with medical supplies. Dante stood at the counter. The paper from the doctor was still in his hand. “This one,” he said briefly. The staff member took several boxes of special formula. The price was listed. High.

That once untouchable Crownpoint mafia empire collapsed overnight. … I went to see Dante once in that dungeon-like room of the psychiatric facility. His head was shaved, and he wore an oversized hospital gown. His limbs were strapped to the bed. His eyes were vacant, and he kept mumbling to himself. "Chiara, don't be afraid. You've got me. Chiara, you're mine." Over and over, he repeated those lines. I watched him for a long time through the thick bulletproof glass. Then, I turned and walked away.