Chapter 42

Dante’s POV She pursed her lips, awaiting my response. I sighed deeply. “Fine. Just keep your hands to yourself. I wouldn't want Angel to rip them off,” I mumbled, pulling out of the parking lot. We drove in silence for a while. I didn't even have a destination in mind; I just needed to escape the turmoil of my thoughts. The events of the past few days had weighed on me more than I cared to admit. “So, where are we going?” Peach's voice broke the silence, her tone cautious, as if she were afraid that speaking too much might lead to her being kicked out. It’s still a possibility. “Just driving,” I mumbled, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. What are you doing, Dante? Our mate wouldn't like this, Quinn growled, his concern evident. Relax, I’m not fucking her, I reassured him, feeling the weight of his unease. They didn’t like that they couldn’t use us, and just threw us away. So, how is it fair that I can’t hang out with a she-wolf I grew up with? Quinn whimpered at the reminder.