Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 331 – 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.

—

later though surely it was

gentle fingers digging deep into my fur until they reach my skin. I’m

only other man left alive in this

touch me like that.

right, Ella,” Sinclair says, a growl still resonating in his voice,

enemies‘ blood. Something soars in me at the sight of him

Our

he sees the determination

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 for some clemency if he obliges us

the man, from me, walking away

just me, and this

another step

his hands towards me, palms out.

a

paws hitting him in the chest first

the wall moments before I sink my teeth

gurgling to the floor with me on top of him,

leaves his eyes.

my mate, who stands in the middle of a

and gore, his mouth curved up

into my human body, standing up,

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

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

scream that

hear him, it means that

done my job.

Sinclair

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

command them to stay with the priest – to make sure that we kept him,

was happening up here.

was secure, they were

he looks at the blood all

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

–

and I look down at her,

is the woman

me that she won’t eat

off. But there is a level of ferocity