Dante stood there, his expression murder.

“Get your hands off my mate.”

The Alpha command in his voice should have made Cain submit. Should have forced him to his knees. It didn’t. Cain just smiled. “See, Kira? Even now, he’s trying to control the situation. Control you through me. An Alpha King who can’t even make another wolf submit — how can he protect you from Silas?”

“I won’t ask again.” Dante’s power exploded outward, filling the room. “Remove your hands from ...