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

fingers digging deep into my fur until they reach my skin.

other man left alive in this room is

me like

still

my mate, covered in our enemies‘ blood. Something soars in

Our

meet for just a moment, and then he sees the determination in

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

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

it’s just me, and this man, and my murderous

another

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

it’s a waste of breath.

for him, my paws hitting him in

the wall moments before I sink my teeth into his neck,

to the floor with me on top of him, growling

leaves his eyes.

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

up on one side into

back into my human body, standing

my neck. And then,

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

every scream that echoes in my ears.

means that he’s still here, he’s still mine.

done my job. I’ve kept

Sinclair

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

the priest – to make sure

happening up here.

priest was secure, they were

as he looks at the blood

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

– how

down at her, a little surprised at

brother. This is the woman who cried when

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

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