Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 263 – Twisting the Knife

3rd Person

“Now!” Kieran shouts, just as the knife starts to draw Sinclair’s blood, just as he was instructed to do. The blood, after all, would throw Damon’s guards into a frenzy, giving Kieran and his men the slight advantage they will need to pull this off.

At his word, every single one of his guards goes into action, turning on the royal guard closest to him and engaging in battle. Damon was no fool, of course – Kieran had been allowed to bring only a few guards, not so many that they outnumbered Damon’s. It was a risk, engaging the enemy when outnumbered, but it one they had to take.

As Kieran too whips a knife from its hiding place in his boot, Sinclair whips his body away from Damon, sheering the skin of his neck across the length of the blade but avoiding any true wounds. Rolling away from the prince, Sinclair roars, ripping his gag away with the force of his jaw, twisting his wrists and wrenching his handcuffs apart at the weakened center chain that his men had placed there just for this moment. Sinclair then makes quick work of the chains wrapped around his shoulders placed there for show, rather than for restraint – and turns on Damon.

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The glow still burns in Sinclair’s eyes, but now a deep and hungry grin spreads across his face as well. The prince goes pale. “Mine,” Sinclair growls. “You are mine, and it is your blood that I will lick from my teeth when this is finished.”

Barely a moment pa*ses before the prince responds, throwing himself as far from Sinclair’s grasp as he can as Sinclair takes a mighty swipe at him, the claws growing from the edges of his fingertips as he moves. A chase begins, with the Prince moving away from Sinclair as quickly as he can and shifting as he goes. Sinclair gives chase like lightening, taking his own gigantic wolf form to face the prince’s.

The prince and the alpha ignore the other battle across the room, though Kieran glances their way when he can. The gambit seems to have paid off the prince’s guards, distracted by the scent of blood in the air, were not expecting the a*sault. Prepared for the blood, Kieran’s guards press their advantage, slaughtering as quickly as they can, dispatching the prince’s forces until they are even. Sinclair’s teeth pull back from his slavering jaws as he stalks slowly towards the prince, backing him into a corner. One huge paw slams on the ground after another, coming ever closer to his prey, his hackles high, his nose wrinkled and tense with his rage, his fury, his need to kill.

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on top of everything he had done – how dare he threaten Ella, his perfect mate. The thought of Damon with her blood on his hands, licking it from

it fills

with his

snarl. He knows he is at the disadvantage – that there’s no way he can take on Sinclair’s gigantic wolf

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then dashes right, squirming past Damon’s snapping

safety and regroup –

air and a horrible howl. Even the guards across the room, caught in their own battle, pause at the sound,

the sound echoing through the room over the noise of his cracking bones. Kieran is the first to recover from his shock and horror, yelling “move!” to his forces, who press their attack, taking advantage of the distraction to cut the throats of

leaps onto the table, which shudders under his weight. He crawls over top of the smaller wolf’s shuddering, whimpering form, his

of an eye, the wolf transforms back into its human form. The prince is so

looking up at the alpha above him with rage and fear in his

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the prince to cry out in pain. Sinclair lowers his face until his fangs are just inches from the man’s face, their eyes level.

and flying back to smack onto the prince’s on cheek. “You pathetic excuse for an Alpha,” he hisses, “you will never lead them – you will never

”

Sinclair raises his head to roar mightily to the sky and then snaps his head down, sinking his jaws deep into the prince’s throat, and ripping it out. Blood pours from the man’s neck as the light dies from his eyes and, slowly, Sinclair turns to look at Kieran, at his men, at the prince’s guards either dead or incapacitated on the floor. Blood and gore drips from his maw and his piercing eyes are lit with an

Kieran sinks to one knee. The surviving men they brought with them quickly follow suit, bowing their heads to Sinclair, who still stands as a wolf on the

“My King,” Kieran murmurs.

black wolf is gone, replaced with the Alpha who would be King. He stands on the table, looking down at his people, ignoring the corpse at his feet. Then, he raises his arm to wipe the blood from his face,

to his men. “We have work to