Chapter 83: The Alpha and His Luna

Dante shifted back, his breath ragged, his blue eyes locked onto his mate.

Bella stood over Gabriel's body, her fur soaked in blood, her golden eyes burning.

She turned to him, her breathing slowing, steadying.

Dante stepped forward, his chest heaving, his hands aching to touch her.

"It's over," she whispered.

Dante exhaled sharply.

"You did it."

Bella's lips curled. "We did it."

Then—

Dante grabbed her, crashing his lips against hers.

It was raw, desperate, consuming.

Because she was alive.

She was his.

And nothing, no one, would ever take her again.

Bella smiled against his mouth.

"So, Alpha," she murmured, her fingers curling into his hair.

"What now?"

Dante smirked, lifting her into his arms.

"Now?" His voice was low, dark, hungry.

"I remind you exactly who you belong to."

And Bella?

She was more than ready.