Chapter 84

Angel’s POV I watched as the rogue grinned up at Dante, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “Ahh, so the plan has succeeded. The Elders are dead,” he taunted. Dante grabbed him by the collar, lifting him effortlessly until his feet dangled above the ground. “Why didn’t he capture my father like the rest of the Alphas?” Dante demanded between clench teeth. His expression was frightening, but the rogue seemed unphased. His smirk only widened. “He was useless. King Jett only wanted him dead to get under your skin,” he jeered, followed by a dark chuckle. “Looks like it worked. Your poor daddy. He died knowing his son is a weak, sorry piece of shit-” Before he could finish his sentence, Dante punched him so hard, the impact sent him crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. Blood trickled from the rogue’s mouth, the smirk still plastered on his face. “Don’t worry, King Jett will recreate this world in his image. All werewolves will be stronger. We’ll no longer need you pathetic Alphas