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.

—

seems only moments later though surely it was minutes – before

scruff, gentle fingers digging deep into my fur until they reach my skin. I’m not

it is. The only other man left alive in this room is my mate, and only he

me like that.

Sinclair says, a growl still resonating in his voice, the fury still

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

Our

for just a moment, and then he sees the determination

child. “Give him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling arm, knowing that his cause is

man, from me, walking away from us,

it’s just me, and this man,

prowl another step forward.

me, palms out.

it’s a waste of

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

moments before I sink my teeth into his neck, ripping out

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

leaves his eyes.

when it’s done, I turn back to my mate, who stands in the middle of

and gore, his mouth curved up on one side into a proud

body, standing up, the man’s blood

running down my neck. And then, with perfect

as I stare down at my child, who cries his little

relish every scream that echoes in

can hear him, it means that he’s

job. I’ve kept him safe.

Sinclair

little, taking Ella and Rafe with me as Roger bursts

with the priest – to make sure that we kept him, as I delt with whatever

happening up

secure, they

as he

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

“What the – how did

for Rafe,” Ella explains, and I look down at her,

woman who cried when she

once told me that she won’t eat chocolate Easter bunnies because

of ferocity in my little rose–gold mate that I think many