Chapter 201: The Alpha Who Woke Up Too Late

Dante's first breath was pain.

His ribs ached, his lungs burned, his body screamed in protest.

But none of it mattered.

None of it.

Because the second he opened his bleeding, burning, broken eyes—

Bella was gone.

Not dead.

Not taken by a rival pack.

Not hidden somewhere in the woods.

Gone.

Like she had never existed at all.

The Hollow One was gone too.

And Dante—

Dante was alone.

His pulse roared.

His breath came sharp, ragged, dangerous.

"Where is she?"

His voice was low, rough, edged with something deadly.

Chase and Sage stood over him, faces tight, unreadable.

Neither of them answered.

Because they knew.

They knew what had happened.

And worse—

They knew what he was about to do.

Dante gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand, ignoring the pain, ignoring the blood, ignoring everything but the one thing that mattered.

Bella was his.

She had always been his.

And now?

Now he was going to tear the world apart to bring her back.