We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 41 - Broken
Dante POV To say I was pissed is an understatement. I was having a great momentum with my angel, and that fucker just had to come to ruin it. I am pissed and not in the mood to deal with him, and if he pisses me off, he is going to have the short end of my temper. After kissing her, and leaving the promise open of getting back to what we were doing between the sheets. I reluctantly made my way to the castle foyer. There, Desmond was sitting comfortably reading, while Raziel and two other guys paced angrily the place. I have to praise my Beta. He is a careless fucker, confident that if things turn skew he has enough to manage each one of them. “What is the meaning of this?” My voice boomed in the lobby announcing both things, my presence and my annoyance with what they were doing. U
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
