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.

—

only moments later though surely it was minutes – before I feel

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

it is. The only other man left alive in this room is my mate, and

touch me like that.

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

to look up at him, at my mate, covered in our enemies‘ blood. Something soars in me at the sight of him like that – my warrior mate with

Our

moment, and then he sees the determination in me and nods

Sinclair turns back to the man holding my crying child. “Give him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling arm,

the man, from me, walking away from us, shushing our child and bobbing

just me, and this

another

man raises his hands towards

a waste of

coil my limbs and leap for him, my paws hitting him in the chest first

before I sink my teeth into his neck, ripping

to the floor with me on top of him, growling down

leaves his eyes.

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

mouth curved up on one side

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

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

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

every scream that echoes

means that he’s still here, he’s

I’ve done my job.

Sinclair

with me as Roger bursts into the room, followed by

make

was happening up here.

was secure,

going wide as he

even the ceiling – and at the bodies scattered almost creatively

“What the – how did

look down at her, a little surprised

replies to my brother. This is the woman who cried

who once told me that she won’t eat chocolate Easter bunnies

a level of ferocity in my little rose–gold mate that I think many –