Chapter 50: Dante’s Breaking Point

Let. Her. Go."

Dante's voice was pure death, his body vibrating with barely restrained violence.

Gavin tilted his head. "You don't give the orders here, Alpha."

Dante's vision darkened.

"I will give you one chance, Gavin." His voice was slow, cold, absolute.

*"Drop the knife, step away from Bella—"

"Or what?" Gavin cut in, pressing the blade tighter.

Bella let out a sharp breath, her skin burning where the silver bit into her flesh.

"Or I rip your fucking heart out."

Gavin laughed.

"Then do it, Dante." His golden eyes gleamed.

"Prove to your pack that your Beta—your friend—meant nothing to you."

Dante's chest heaved.

Because this wasn't just a betrayal.

This was a challenge.

And Dante Rodrigo?

He never lost.