Chapter 67: Dante’s Fury

Dante didn't move.

Didn't speak.

Didn't breathe.

Because if he did—he might lose control.

He had spent his entire life fighting for what was his.

For his pack.

For his title.

For Bella.

And now?

Some dead man thought he could come back and take her?

No.

Dante's voice was a low, violent growl.

"He thinks he can take you from me?"

Bella swallowed, her golden-brown eyes flashing.

"I'm not his to take."

Dante's chest rose and fell sharply, his fingers twitching at his sides.

"You're mine," he said darkly, his voice like a promise, like a threat.

Bella exhaled, steadying herself.

Because yes.

She was Dante's.

But Gabriel?

He wasn't the kind of man who cared about that.

He had never respected her choices before.

Why would he start now?

"We need to be smart about this," Bella said, forcing herself to focus.

"He's waited this long to reveal himself. That means he has a plan."

Dante's fingers curled into fists.

"Then we kill him before he gets the chance."

Sage sighed. "It's not that simple."

"It is," Dante snapped.

"No, it's not." Bella stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest.

His breathing hitched, his wolf pacing beneath his skin.

"We don't know what he's planning, Dante. If we rush in blind, we could be walking into a trap."

Dante's jaw clenched.

Because he knew.

She was right.

And he hated it.

"Then what do you want to do, Bella?" His voice was low, dangerous.

"Wait for him to take you?"

Bella's stomach twisted.

Because no.

She would never be that girl again.

The girl who had been powerless under Gabriel's rule.

The girl who had been nothing more than a bargaining chip.

"No," she said softly. *"I want to make him regret ever thinking I was his."

Dante's blue eyes darkened.

"Then we make him bleed."

Bella smirked.

"That's my Alpha."