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.

—

was minutes – before I feel a

fingers digging deep into my fur until they reach my skin. I’m

The only other man left alive in this room is my

like that.

says, a growl still resonating in his

in me at the sight of him like that

Our

and then he sees the determination in

him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling arm, knowing

man, from me, walking

this man, and

prowl another step forward.

me, palms out.

it’s a waste of breath.

and leap for him, my paws hitting him in the chest first and slamming him

moments before I sink my teeth into his neck, ripping

with me on top of him, growling down into his face as the life.

leaves his eyes.

my mate, who stands in the middle

his mouth curved up on one side into a proud

my human body, standing up,

my face and running down my neck. And then, with perfect control, I

I stare down at my

scream that echoes in

means

job. I’ve kept him

Sinclair

with me as Roger bursts into the room, followed by a few

stay with the priest – to make

happening up

they were to come and help.

as he looks at the blood all over our bedroom – on

all the walls, even the ceiling – and at the bodies scattered almost creatively

“What the – how

down at her,

is the woman who cried when she saw Rafe’s first teddy

who once told me that she won’t eat chocolate Easter

But there is a level of ferocity