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.

—

though surely it was minutes – before

my scruff, gentle fingers digging deep into my fur until they reach my skin.

this room is

me like

all right, Ella,” Sinclair says, a growl still resonating in his voice, the fury still pulsing

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

Our

a moment, and then he sees the determination in

so, immediately,

takes Rafe safely in his gigantic arms and turns away from the man, from me, walking away from us, shushing our child and bobbing him lightly in

then, it’s just me, and this man, and

another

me, palms out. “Please,” he whispers.

it’s a waste of breath.

for him, my paws hitting him in the

my teeth into his neck,

man falls gurgling to the floor with me on top of him, growling down into his face

leaves his eyes.

I turn back to my mate, who stands in the middle of a room

and gore, his mouth curved up on one side

my human body, standing up, the man’s

running down my neck. And then, with

down at my child, who cries his little

I relish every scream that echoes in

him, it means that he’s

job.

Sinclair

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

– to make sure that we kept him, as

happening up here.

was secure, they were to

going wide as he looks at the blood all over our bedroom –

ceiling – and at the bodies scattered almost creatively

surface. “What the – how

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

the woman who cried when she saw Rafe’s first

that she won’t eat chocolate Easter bunnies because it feels

level of ferocity in my little