Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 332 – Red in Tooth and Claw

Ella

“NO!” I scream, but the word is transferred instantly to a roar as I transition into my wolf, my

but I barely bones and body shifting in a flash. It hurts – less than it did the first time, of course – notice it because I shake myself out of my captor’s hands and am halfway across the room at once, leaping for the man who holds Rafe, my jaws gaping. He goes a little pale, taking a step

backwards and putting out a hand towards me to stop me –

But that hand, it disappears into my mouth. And I snap my teeth down.

The man’s scream pierces my sensitive ears as my teeth meet together around his wrist, as I wrench my head to the side, tossing his torn hand aside, savoring the taste of his blood in my mouth. He screams again as he looks at the bloody stump I’ve left behind, as I prowl another step

forward –

But suddenly, I feel a great blow against my shoulder that sends me staggering sideways

And then, almost at the same instant, I hear what sounds like an explosion behind me – I don’t

turn to it, my eyes fixed on the man who holds my son in his arms – but I know, through the bond,

through some other wolf instinct, that it is Sinclair.

I don’t take my eyes off the man who holds Rafe, instead finding my feet and beginning to prowl

slowly forward towards him again. He backs up, step by step, looking over my shoulders at his

colleagues as they die. I can see the progress of the battle in his expression, in the fear that comes

into his eyes, in the blood that drains from his face as he realizes that he’s not getting out of this.

room. That he’s going to die here, but not until he watches all of his friends die first.

I hear the ripping sounds my mate makes in his gigantic wolf form, the screams of the masked

men as he takes them down, his snarls and his roars, the rending sound of flesh. And each blow

rings through me like a song as I bare my teeth at the man holding my child, as I stare him down.

It doesn’t take long for Sinclair to finish. I didn’t think it would.

—

though surely it was minutes

into my fur until they

this room is my

like that.

Ella,” Sinclair says, a growl still resonating in

look up at him, at my mate, covered in our enemies‘ blood. Something soars in me at the sight of him

Our

he sees the determination

holding my crying child. “Give him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from

the man, from me, walking away from us, shushing our child and bobbing him

it’s just me, and this man, and my murderous

another step

raises his hands towards me, palms out. “Please,”

waste

my paws hitting him in the chest

moments before I sink my teeth into his

floor with me on top of him, growling down into his face as

leaves his eyes.

my mate, who stands in

curved up on one side into

then, back into my human body, standing up, the man’s blood still covering the

and running down my neck. And then, with

mate wrap me in his arms as I stare down at my child, who

that echoes in

means that he’s still here, he’s still

done my job. I’ve kept him

Sinclair

taking Ella and Rafe with me as Roger bursts into the room, followed

command them to stay with the priest – to make sure that we kept him, as I

up

secure, they were to come and

god,” Roger says, his eyes going wide as he

– and at the

surface. “What the – how did you

Ella explains, and I look down at her, a little surprised at the cool calm

the woman who cried when she saw Rafe’s first

she won’t eat chocolate

But there is a level of ferocity in