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

deep into my fur until

only other man left alive in this

like that.

growl still resonating in his

Something soars in me at the sight of

Our

a moment, and then he sees

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

in his gigantic arms and turns away from the man, from me, walking away from us, shushing our

and this man,

prowl another step forward.

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

it’s a waste

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

sink my teeth into his neck, ripping

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 a room

mouth curved up on

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

and running down my neck. And then, with

I stare down at my

every scream that echoes in my ears.

hear him, it means that he’s still here, he’s

done my job. I’ve kept

Sinclair

me as Roger bursts into the room, followed by

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

up

priest was secure, they were to

my god,” Roger says, his eyes going wide as he looks at the blood all over our bedroom – on

the walls, even the ceiling –

surface. “What the – how did

down at her, a little

is the woman who

won’t eat chocolate Easter

off. But there is a level of ferocity