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.

—

moments later though surely it was minutes – before I feel a warm human

deep into my fur until they reach my skin.

only other man left alive in this

me like

says, a growl still resonating in his voice, the

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

Our

a moment, and then he sees the determination in me and nods once.

man holding my crying child. “Give him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling arm, knowing that his cause is lost – perhaps looking

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

me, and this man, and my murderous

prowl another step

towards me, palms out. “Please,”

it’s a waste

hitting him in the chest

my teeth

on top of him, growling

leaves his eyes.

I turn back to my mate, who stands

on one side into

then, back into my human body, standing up, the man’s

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

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

every scream that

him, it means

I’ve done my job. I’ve

Sinclair

as Roger bursts

the priest – to make sure that we kept

happening up

they were to

he looks

–

the –

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

woman who cried when she saw Rafe’s first

chocolate

there is a level of ferocity in my