Dante grabbed a handful of his own hair and sat back down on her bed. He seemed to be in so much pain. “You are so naive for an Alpha, all of these started way before I ever became Alpha, okay?, and for the record, I have no hand in the death of your parents. Maybe you should ask your beloved Bastian. Perhaps he will tell you the truth.”
“What truth? What are you not telling me, Dante?” Leila asked, but this time in a more subdued voice, she was eager to know what was up.
“Let’s just say I was never the one who incited your father's successor to do what he did. If anything, I was on my way there when I learnt what happened in my name. Why do you think I had him locked up in my dungeons? Shouldn’t I be rewarding him if he had helped me like you keep thinking?” Dante responded.
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