Chapter 98: The Alpha’s Despair

Dante knelt on the battlefield, Bella's body limp in his arms.

Her skin was cold.

Her breath was shallow, barely there.

The dagger she had used to reverse the curse was still buried in her chest, the silver blade slick with her own blood.

Dante's vision blurred.

"No," he snarled, shaking his head.

This wasn't happening.

He had just gotten her back.

She was supposed to rule beside him.

They were supposed to live.

Together.

Not like this.

Not like this.

Chase, Sage, and the warriors of White Moon stood frozen, watching in stunned silence.

No one dared to move.

No one dared to breathe.

Because they had never seen their Alpha like this.

Never seen him break.

But now?

Now, he was falling apart.

"Help her!" Dante roared, his voice shaking the trees.

Sage rushed forward, her hands already glowing with the soft shimmer of healing magic.

She pressed them against Bella's wound, her brows furrowing.

And then—

Her eyes widened in horror.

"It's not working."

Dante's blood ran cold.

"What do you mean it's not working?"

Sage's hands trembled.

"Something's blocking it." She stared down at Bella, panic creeping into her voice.

"The magic—the curse—it's still inside her."

Dante's heartbeat roared in his ears.

"Fix it."

Sage swallowed. "I—I don't know how."

Dante's snarl shook the earth.

"Then find someone who does!"

But deep down?

Deep down, he knew.

No one could fix this.

Because this wasn't just a wound.

Bella had touched something unnatural.

Something older than them.

And if they didn't act fast—

He would lose her.

Forever.