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

deep into my fur

The only other man left alive in this room is

like

says, a growl still resonating in his voice,

look up at him, at my mate, covered in our enemies‘ blood. Something soars in me at the sight of him like that – my warrior mate with his

Our

moment, and then he sees the determination in me

me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling arm, knowing that his cause is lost – perhaps looking for some clemency if he

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

then, it’s just me, and this

another

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

a waste of

him, my paws hitting

before I sink my teeth into his neck, ripping out his throat.

on top of him, growling down into his face as

leaves his eyes.

turn back to my mate, who

gore, his mouth curved up on one side into a

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

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

me in his arms as I stare down at my child, who cries his little scared heart out.

I relish every scream that echoes in my

if I can hear him, it means

job.

Sinclair

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

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

happening up here.

the priest was secure, they were

he looks at the blood

even the ceiling – and

– how

at her, a little surprised at the cool

woman who cried

won’t eat chocolate Easter bunnies because it feels

a level of ferocity in my little rose–gold