WARNING: s****l CONTENT
Dante's POV
The sound of Angel's pained screams jolted me awake.
Find mate, now! Quinn demanded.
I scrambled out of the bed, only wearing sweatpants, and followed her scent outside to the back porch. There, our mate stood with Kamala and that fucker, Noah. The moonlight reflected off Angel's silky, red coat.
Rage surged through my veins. Not only was my mate around some guy that was obsessed with her, but she was outside at night, only a few days after being abducted.
"What the f**k are you guys doing out here?" I growled, struggling to keep Quinn contained. Flashes of his thoughts revealed what he was thinking; he wanted to f**k her in front of Noah to assert dominance.
Knock it off, Quinn. We should be more upset about the disregard for her own safety,
