Dante's vision blurred with rage.
His body refused to move, his muscles locked, his wolf thrashing violently inside him.
He had never been powerless.
Not like this.
Not while his mate stood alone against a monster.
The shadows tightened, pressing down on his chest, suffocating, stealing his strength.
Gabriel had found a way to bind him.
To weaken him.
And fuck, it was working.
But then—
Then he heard her.
Bella's snarl cut through the chaos, sharp, feral, unrelenting.
"You will never fucking own me."
And just like that—
Something snapped inside him.
Dante let go.
Let go of the control, the restraint, the limits he had always placed on himself.
Because this wasn't just a fight.
This was war.
And he wasn't just an Alpha.
He was a goddamn monster.
With a deafening roar, his wolf broke free.
The shadows shattered.
Gabriel's smirk vanished.
And Dante?
Dante became death itself.