Angel’s POV

I watched as the rogue grinned up at Dante, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “Ahh, so the plan has succeeded. The Elders are dead,” he taunted.

Dante grabbed him by the collar, lifting him effortlessly until his feet dangled above the ground. “Why didn’t he capture my father like the rest of the Alphas?” Dante demanded between clench teeth. His expression was frightening, but the rogue seemed unphased.

His smirk only widened. “He was useless. ...