Chapter 48: The Fall of a Brother

Dante saw red.

The moment he saw Gavin's blade at Bella's throat—

The moment realization slammed into him, stealing the breath from his lungs—

Something inside him broke.

"You." His voice was lethal, pure venom.

Gavin didn't flinch.

"Stand down, Alpha." His voice was calm, even.

Like he hadn't just betrayed the pack.

Like he hadn't just put a knife to Bella's throat.

"If you take another step," Gavin continued, pressing the blade harder against Bella's skin, "I'll kill her."

Dante snarled, his claws extending, his wolf barely contained beneath his skin.

"You think I won't rip you apart before you even get the chance?"

Mikhail chuckled.

"Now, now, Alpha. Let's not be too hasty."

Dante's blue eyes snapped to him.

"Shut the fuck up before I put your head on a spike."

Mikhail smirked. "You're so predictable. That's why you lost."

Dante's entire body tensed.

Because fuck—this wasn't just a fight anymore.

This was war.

And Bella?

Was in the middle of it.