Chapter 81: A War Between Mates

Dante tore through Gabriel's wolves like a force of nature.

His fangs sank into flesh, his claws ripping bodies apart, blood soaking into the dirt beneath him.

They were nothing to him.

Nothing but obstacles between him and his mate.

Then—

A scent hit him.

Bella.

His wolf snapped.

He turned toward the fortress, his paws digging into the ground as he ran—

And then he saw her.

Bella stood in the entrance, bathed in blood, a dagger clutched in her hand, her golden-brown eyes alight with fury.

His wolf stilled.

Because she wasn't waiting for him to save her.

She was coming for blood.

Then—

A figure stepped out of the shadows behind her.

Gabriel.

Dante's snarl shook the ground.

But Bella?

She didn't flinch.

Didn't turn.

Didn't run.

She lifted her chin.

"I don't need you to fight for me, Dante." Her voice was quiet, steady, lethal.

Then she smiled.

"I'm going to kill him myself."

Dante's wolf shivered in pleasure.

His mate.

His fucking queen.

Gabriel chuckled. "You think you can beat me, little one?"

Bella's smile widened.

"I don't think, Gabriel."

She twirled the dagger in her fingers.

"I know."

Then—

She attacked.