Dante's POV

"Alpha, are you okay?" Peach asked softly, her gaze fixed on the dark liquid pooling from my gut.

"No, he's not okay. We're all going to die!"

"Shut up, Rashaad," Akira hissed, his voice laced with frustration.

Despite their bickering and my own searing pain, I focused on the only thing that mattered: the safety of my mate and my pups. We were all chained up to the floor in a black van heading back to North Carolina. Jett, David, and Angel rode in a ...