Dante's POV
"No!" I threw my table across the room, I was tired of feeling hopeless, and not being able to control the situation.
Everything happened so fast. One minute I was apologizing, and the next I was struggling to protect Ashley from hitting the ground.
All of it was my fault. If I didn't take her out, we wouldn't have met those crazy female wolves and their fantasies.
I just wanted her to taste a new environment so we could brainstorm a few wedding ideas. But now, everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.
I feared she might not wake up, I feared I might have to postpone the date for the mating ceremony. I didn't even know what I'd tell the alphas.
I paced the room, my mind replaying the events over and over. My anger was boiling, and I couldn't keep it in anymore. All this was Mr. Monroe's fault and he was going to get his share of it. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.
