Bella gasped, her lungs burning, her body trembling.
Everything hurt.
Everything ached.
But she was alive.
Dante's face hovered over hers, his blue eyes wide, raw, desperate.
"Bella?"
Bella swallowed, her throat dry, her body heavy.
She blinked up at him, her vision swimming.
"Dante?"
And then—
His hands shook as he cupped her face, his breath shuddering.
"You scared the fucking life out of me."
Bella managed a weak smile.
"Guess I like keeping you on your toes."
Dante exhaled sharply, pulling her against his chest.
His body was trembling.
"Never again."
Bella closed her eyes, breathing him in.
He had brought her back.
He had saved her.
And now?
Now, she had a whole new future waiting for her.
A future without war. Without fear.
A future where she ruled beside Dante as his Luna.
As his equal.
As his mate.
And this time?
She wasn't just surviving.
She was living.
For him.
For herself.
For everything they had fought for.
And nothing—nothing—was ever going to take that away again.