Chapter 118

Dante was close to his office window when his Beta came in to deliver a letter. 

"Here, Alpha." Drogon said. "A letter coming from the Elder's, I suppose." 

"Give it to." Dante asked, not looking at the wolf, just extending his hand in order to receive the paper. "You can live now."

"Dante, with all due respect I own and have for you, let it go." 

Dante finally looked at the werewolf. 

"It is not that simple, is it? They humiliated us! We went there to get those lands, to own Mac-Tire and that Faolán and his aberration of a son appeared! They took the land, they took her from me!"

Dante was definitely out of his mind, and Drogon knew that. He still had to follow the orders, but he had a terrible feeling. 

"She is her mate." He tried to put some sense into his Alpha, but Dante was on his very fast. 

"Don't try to lecture me! She is to be mine. I will have her."