WARNING: s****l CONTENT
Angel’s POV
After Noah and Justin were ordered to leave, Dante pulled me into his hard, bare chest. He stood there completely naked, but I avoided looking down, my gaze fixed on his tense expression. I couldn’t even imagine what was running through his mind. I was adamant that even though Noah and Justin were rogues who had kidnapped me, at least Noah deserved to live.
Dante looked like he had been through hell and back. Cuts from his fight with Noah were already healing, but dried blood covered his skin, most of it likely not his own. His hair was a mess; his eyes pitch-black with dark circles underneath them.
Because my wolf was repressed, I didn’t feel the full agony of being apart from a mate. Looking at him, I had to be somewhat grateful for the wolfsbane.
