“Dante, your shirt,” I ordered. We needed something to cover her up with, and she had a death grip on mine. She flinched as he moved forward, hands on the buttons of his shirt, and he froze instantly. His expression tortured, he flicked a glance back at the dead alpha.
I could read his thoughts as easily as if they were my own. Had she seen him do that? Was that why it scared her? Did she think he was a monster?
“It’s just Dante, kitten,” I murmured soothingly, trying to keep the concern from my voice. What if she couldn’t get past what we’d done to protect her? What if she could never trust an alpha again?
In that moment I knew. We’d do anything to help her, even if the best thing for her was letting her go. They could register her as our omega, but we would never assert our rights if
