Tanya's POV
They said mates could feel each other's emotions, rather I didn't believe it till I felt Dante's furious gaze before I could see him.
Dalia slowed to a halt as we neared the entrance of the mansion. The vision of the handsome bastard leaning on the wall, jean-clad legs crossed, and hands in the pocket with a chest as stiff as the wall he was slouching on, encased in a plane white vest caused my anger to return.
How dare he get angry when he hid something from me?
"The big bad Alpha awaits," I muttered, my words dipped in sarcasm as Dalia halted and I dismounted. "Hello, Victor."
The other man offered me no response except for a stiff nod at the clothing in my hands. I simply offered it to him and he made a hand signal at Dalia who was still in her wolf form.
Dante kept silent at the exchange as Dalia understood what Victor meant hence she strutted behind him as he turned his back and headed inside.
