Chapter 71

Dante’s POV Nearly a hundred recruits stood on the right side of the room, their anticipation palpable. On the right side of the room, Alphas and Kamala sat in chairs, engaging in quiet conversation. They grew silent as Jalen, Angel, and I approached. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kamala zero in on my neck, her expression twisting with disgust. I was probably on her no-fuck list now; she only liked unmated males, despite her current relationship status. Good. I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole even if I didn’t have a mate. She was toxic as fuck. Sterling spoke up first. “I see you’ve taken care of your little problem from last night,” he remarked with a smirk. “Sorry for trying to kill you and Brock,” I muttered, running my hands through my hair. He simply chuckled in response, brushing it off as if it were nothing. “Who’s leading this thing?” Brock suddenly asked, a hint of impatience in his tone. “I’m assuming Dante. He’s the one who called us here,” Kamala mumbled