Chapter Forty Nine.
Dante stormed to his room in anger, he couldn’t believe his parents could go to the extent of blaming his mate because they didn’t like her. His mate was the kindest, the sweetest and most beautiful soul he had ever seen in his whole existence, so why was his mother trying to pull the both of them apart.
‘Fine, believe whatever you what to Dante. I don't care, but let me ask you this son, does your wolf feel excited whenever you’re near ‘her’ or do you feel like changing to it form once you feel her presence?’
He slowed on his steps as those words came to his mind, he doesn’t really feel his wolf whenever he was near Estelle. Sometimes he even feels repugnant; like he was forced to be near her. Was his mother right when she said Estelle was bad? He asked himself an
