Angel's POV
My body felt like it had been hit by a truck, every muscle aching from the intensity of our mating. Yet, the happiness I felt overshadowed any of my discomfort. I was aware that my life and my relationship with Dante changed irrevocably last night. I didn't feel any different, but I also expected to feel a surge of energy like Thor or a heroine junkie, so it was kind of a relief not to.
With my eyes still closed, I reached out for my mate, but he wasn't there. Panic gripped me as sat upright in the bed, the sheets pooling around my waist.
"Dante?" I squeaked.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted him standing in the corner of the room. He was wearing jeans and a green t-shirt that hugged his huge biceps. However, my relief was short-lived as I suddenly felt a surge
