Chapter 59: A Secret in the Dark

Bella didn't sleep.

She stayed by the window, dagger in hand, watching the tree line for any sign of movement.

Nothing.

By the time the first rays of sunlight spilled over the mountains, she was already dressed, her muscles still aching from training, but her mind was sharp.

She needed to tell Dante.

But a part of her hesitated.

Because she knew what would happen the moment she did.

Dante would go feral.

He had barely held himself together after Gavin's betrayal.

And if he knew there was another enemy lurking in the shadows, waiting for a chance to take her?

He would set the world on fire.

Bella inhaled slowly, pushing down the unease crawling over her skin.

Then, she left her room, heading for Dante's office.

She didn't expect to find him already awake, pacing, his shoulders tense, his jaw locked.

But what caught her attention?

The piece of paper in his hand.

Her blood turned cold.

Because she knew that paper.

It looked just like the note they had found on Lena's dead body.

A message from the traitor.

Dante turned as soon as she entered, his blue eyes burning.

"Where were you last night?" His voice was controlled, but she could hear the edge of panic beneath it.

Bella swallowed. "My room. Why?"

Dante's jaw ticked.

Then, without a word, he held up the note.

Bella stepped closer, her eyes scanning the message.

Her stomach twisted violently.

"You think Mikhail is your only problem, Alpha?"

"You have no idea who your mate really belongs to."

Bella's fingers clenched into fists.

Because this?

This was personal.

This wasn't about White Moon.

This wasn't about the war with Indiana Park.

This was about her.

And that?

Was far worse.