Another emotional twist? Maybe? What do you think Dante would do when he sees the state Aurora reached to? Would he regret letting her leave and not going with her? What would he do when he sees Nicolas at her house? Don't forget to vote, comment, and leave a review... This chapter was indeed intense, haha. Bye, bye.
Nicolas: “You do realize that he would kill you the second he could, right?” Alessandro asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I sighed and sat on the floor in front of the cell that he’s been living in for as long as I could remember. “You and I both know that I have no other option, Alessandro. He would kill mom the second he can, and I did not risk everything to end up watching her die” I said, shaking my head at him “you of all people should know the struggle that we’ve lived through before he even allowed us any peace” “And have you seen any peace since then?” He asked, shaking his head at me. I stayed quiet, looking down at my lap as I recalled the struggle that he made us live through. Not only did he look at me as a bastard child, but he treated mom as a whore despite being his wife. He forced the woman to sign divorce papers, making sure to ruin her reputation as not to allow her to work anywhere to support herself or me. Had it not been for Steven, another slave to the man, we w
Dante: “Why did you do this, mama?” I asked, frowning as I looked at her, shaking my head at her attitude, resenting it. It took everything in me not to follow Aurora at that moment, but I knew that she NEEDED to be alone. It wasn’t something that I could control or apologize for. Hell, after what I heard from mom, I didn’t even know how I was going to be able to look her in the eye without feeling shameful about my mother’s actions. “Dante, I’m sorry, I couldn’t risk your lives for something like this. I know that you wouldn’t understand..." "Mama, you looked the woman in the eye, knowing that her father was alive and held captive by our father…” Elena said, stopping mom, her voice weakening “I understand that Giovanni is a prick, yes, sometimes I have wondered what it was like to have a father in my life; but the man is obviously toxic as hell. Yet, instead of actually trying to help a girl, an innocent one, reunite with her father, at least giving her the hint that he wasn’t de
Alessandro: I looked at my daughter who was sitting on the couch with her head on Leonardo’s shoulder as she avoided looking at me. Her heart raced as she processed everything that she was witnessing. I was surprised that she didn’t faint when she saw me entering the house; however, that only proved to me how strong she was. I knew that she couldn’t believe that I was standing right here in front of her, inside her house to be more specific; however, I currently had two Alphas to deal with, and both Alphas were raging, and needless to say, both would not hesitate to kill one another. Both brothers stared at one another for a second too long before Dante managed to find his voice to speak. His heart raced against his chest as he allowed himself to try and process what I said. The fact that I knew that Nicolas was more than willing to take the secret of them being siblings to the grave bothered me; but I couldn’t blame him either. Giovanni has set both brothers against one another
Aurora: I lay my head on the pillow as Dante removed my hair from my face, gently tucking it behind my ear. “She is fine, Alpha” Laura said, allowing me to close my legs as I processed everything that was happening “your baby is okay as well; however, from now on, you are going to need to take it easy on yourself, Luna. Your body is weakening enough and it seems like you’re putting yourself under too much pressure. That is not good for you or your baby; therefore, to ensure that you two are safe, you’ll need to rest” “And her foot?” Dante asked, knowing that I wouldn’t bother responding. I didn’t have anything to say, or more specifically, I had A LOT to say; however, I didn’t know how to voice out my thoughts to express them. Leonardo stood by the door, waiting to hear what she had to tell us as instructions, maybe knowing that I would be too distracted to even care about listening. “It’s fine, it’s been cleaned and bandaged. She would need to change the bandage in two days, and
Dante: “Dante?” Mom asked, frowning at our sight when she saw me walking inside the house with Aurora in my arms. I didn’t bother responding as I walked into the living room, setting my beauty on the couch before turning to the door as Leonardo, Nicolas, and Alessandro entered the house. Mom’s eyes widened in surprise and Aunt Gabriella, who was initially sitting, stood up, as she processed what she was seeing. I didn’t bother saying a word as I nodded at the men to enter the house. I still had a lot going in my head about what mom did and why, but now wasn’t the time to confront her about it. “Alessandro?” Mom asked, taking a step back. “Hello, Angelina, Gabriella” Alessandro said calmly. Nicolas didn’t say a word as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing one step behind Alessandro. Mom looked at me, shaking her head in question before I nodded at Nicolas. “I introduce to you, my brother” I said, looking at mom whose heart raced as she fought to maintain her balance for a
Aurora: “You know, you are a lot like your mother” Alessandro said, making my heart drop to my stomach. I sat up, turning to face him, surprised that I didn’t feel or hear him walking into the bedroom to begin with. “How…?” “Your mate led me here, I wanted to speak to you myself before we’ve managed to start working on anything” he said, stopping me. He stood by the bedroom’s door, probably waiting for what I had to say. I simply nodded at him, not having anything to say to begin with. The man and I were literal strangers to one another. To me, he’s been dead since I was a kid. And to him, I was probably the disgrace of a child that did the dirty work of his enemy. “I mean how did you enter the room without me hearing or feeling you? Anyway, today is fucked up enough for me to care about that anyway” I said, trying to ignore the pain that I was feeling. It was how I went by in my life, masking my pain with a nonchalance act, one that most failed to see through. The first person
Dante: I watched as Alessandro carried Aurora in his arms, not allowing her to walk as they entered the living room. I got up from the couch and smiled when he put her down for me to carry. I couldn’t help but notice the makeup on her neck, a fresh coat, which meant that she either covered it before Alessandro came or that HE told her to cover it, meaning that he knew that we completed the mating. “Are you okay?” I asked, wrapping my arm around my mate who smiled, laying her head on my chest as she allowed me to hug her. She kissed my chest for a second, I smiled, leaning in to kiss the crown of her head, knowing that whatever conversation went on with her and Alessandro helped her, if a little. I pulled away from the kiss and looked at the man, silently thanking him, and he nodded. “I’m fine, but we’re going to need to talk” Aurora said, pulling away to look at me. I nodded, bending down to lift her, making her shake her head. She laid her head on my collarbone for a second, all
Aurora: I opened my eyes to Dante running his finger over my shoulder as his bare chest pressed against my covered back. I smiled, looking up at him, and smiling down at me, he leaned in and connected his lips with my cheek. His kiss was gentle, and pulling away, I couldn’t help the sigh of contentment that escaped my lips as I lay back on the pillow. “Good morning, princess” he whispered, laying back down to wrap his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to rest on his bicep for a second before remembering the bullet wound that he had on his chest. I moved from his arms, making him frown in confusion as I looked at him, studying his expression “your chest…” He looked down at the bandage for a second then at me before shaking his head and extending his arms toward me, pulling me to his chest “this is the first night we’ve had a peaceful sleep since we came here, and you’re worried about a simple wound?” “Dante…” “Shh, neonata” he whispered,