Chapter 63: The Enemy’s Name

Dante's breath was slow, controlled, but inside?

His rage burned like an inferno.

"You want free passage into my land?" His voice was low, lethal.

Ronan tilted his head. "That's the price, Rodrigo."

Dante's blue eyes burned into his.

"For how long?"

Ronan's lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk.

"One year."

A year.

A full year of rogues moving through his land, skirting his borders, watching his pack.

A full year of potential chaos.

Dante exhaled slowly.

"Fine."

Ronan's eyes gleamed.

"I knew you'd see reason."

Dante stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.

"Now talk."

Ronan chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

"The second threat isn't just coming for Bella." He paused. "They've always had her."

Bella's breath hitched.

Dante's entire body locked up.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Ronan's smirk faded.

"It means someone from her past wants her back."

Silence.

Bella's mind raced.

"That's impossible," she murmured. "There's no one left."

Her parents were dead.

Her old pack was gone.

There was no one.

Ronan's dark eyes met hers.

"Are you sure about that?"

Bella's stomach twisted violently.

Because something deep inside her whispered that he was right.

And if this was true?

Then she wasn't just being hunted.

She was being claimed.