Chapter 94: The Truth of the Curse

"Dante, stop!"

Bella's voice cut through the chaos, but Dante didn't listen.

He couldn't.

His wolf was feral, his rage an all-consuming inferno, his need for destruction drowning out everything else.

Bella lunged forward, grabbing his fur, yanking him back.

"He's not dying, Dante!"

Dante froze.

His wolf panted, blood dripping from his fangs, his body shaking with unspent rage.

Bella turned to Gabriel—to the monster lying broken on the ground, his body ruined, his flesh shredded.

And yet—

He was healing.

Slowly.

Steadily.

As if Dante's attack had never happened.

Bella's chest tightened.

"It's the bond," she whispered. *"He's tethered to me. That's why he won't die."

Gabriel grinned, his blackened eyes gleaming.

"You're finally catching on, little wolf."

Bella's stomach churned.

Because that meant—

That meant no matter how many times Dante ripped him apart, no matter how much damage they did—

Gabriel would always come back.

Unless they severed the connection.

Unless they broke the curse.

And there was only one way to do that.

Gabriel's lips curled as if he could read her mind.

"If you want me gone, Bella—"

His voice was silk and poison.

"You'll have to kill yourself."