Chapter 133: The Alpha’s Claim
It wasn't gentle.
It wasn't soft.
It was desperate, raw, punishing.
Dante kissed her like he was trying to drag her back from the dead.
Like he was staking his claim, his territory, his soul.
Bella's body reacted instantly.
Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her breath hitching as the Hollow One inside her screamed in fury.
Because this was real.
This was hers.
The Hollow One had never known love.
Never known what it was like to be wanted, cherished, fought for.
And Dante?
Dante would never stop fighting.
His fangs grazed her bottom lip, possessive, dangerous, ruthless.
"Come back to me," he growled against her mouth.
"You are mine, Bella. And I am yours."
Bella's lungs burned.
Her chest ached.
The Hollow One was losing its grip.
She felt it pulling back, screeching, twisting.
"No," it hissed, trying to anchor itself to her mind, to her soul.
"You belong to me!"
Bella's eyes snapped open, golden and bright, furious and unrelenting.
"No," she whispered.
"I belong to me."
Then—
She ripped the Hollow One out of herself.