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.

—

it was minutes – before I feel a warm human hand

my fur until they reach my skin. I’m not scared.

this

me like

still resonating in his voice, the fury still

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

Our

meet for just a moment, and then he sees the

does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling arm, knowing that his cause is lost – perhaps looking for some clemency

safely in his gigantic arms and turns away from the man, from me, walking away from

this man, and my murderous

another

me,

a waste

paws hitting

the wall moments before I sink my teeth into his

with me on top of him,

leaves his eyes.

I turn back to my mate,

up on one

my human body, standing

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

down at my child, who cries his little scared

scream that echoes in my

means that

job. I’ve kept him safe.

Sinclair

and Rafe with me as Roger

– to make sure that we

happening up

priest was secure, they were to

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

all the walls, even the ceiling – and

the –

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

woman who cried

told me that she won’t eat chocolate Easter bunnies because it feels too cruel to

ears off. But there is a level of ferocity in my little rose–gold mate that