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.

—

it was minutes – before I

into my fur until they reach my skin.

in this room is my mate,

touch me like that.

a growl still resonating in his voice,

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

Our

and then he sees the determination in me and

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

his gigantic arms and turns away from the man, from me, walking away from us, shushing our

me, and this

another step

man raises his hands towards me, palms

it’s a waste of

for him, my paws hitting him in the

moments before I sink my

man falls gurgling to the floor with me on top of him,

leaves his eyes.

done, I turn back to my mate, who stands

up on one side into

standing up,

my neck. And then, with perfect control, I cross

me in his arms as I stare down at

I relish every scream that echoes

can hear him, it means that he’s

done my job. I’ve kept

Sinclair

as Roger bursts into the room, followed

priest – to make sure that we kept

was happening up here.

was secure, they were to

my god,” Roger says, his eyes going wide as he

ceiling – and at the bodies scattered almost

the – how did you –”

and I look down at

to my brother. This is the woman who

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

a level of ferocity in my little rose–gold