Dante’s POV

Rashaad and Akira waited silently in the conference room with us, anticipating David's arrival. After she finally calmed down, Angel clung to my side, cradled in my lap, nervously chewing on her lips. Through the mind-link, I had instructed her father to come to the packhouse.

We have a lot to discuss.

Soon, he walked through the door, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. Angel quickly sat up, glaring daggers at her father. “Alpha… Beta… Delta…,” he ...