Chapter 21

• As Dante removed himself from Freya's grip, his expression was calm and collected, his eyes never leaving Aria's face. He turned to Aria, his voice softening slightly as he asked, "How are you?" His eyes scanned her face, searching for any signs of distress or discomfort.
• Aria's eyes locked onto Dante's, her expression a mix of emotions. She wrapped her arm around Dante's neck, her touch possessive and intimate. Her eyes flicked to Freya, a hint of triumph dancing in their depths as she tried to give Freya a taste of her own medicine. "Did you get hurt? How was the fight?" Aria asked, her voice laced with concern and a hint of possessiveness.
• Dante's expression softened slightly as he gazed at Aria, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached out and gently removed a strand of hair from her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "I can't let anyone hurt me, I'm Dante, the strongest Alpha," he said, his voice filled with confidence and a hint of arrogance. "I hurt people, not the other way around."