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.

—

though surely it was

my fur

man left alive in this room is my mate, and only he would I

touch me like that.

all right, Ella,” Sinclair says, 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

Our

then he sees the determination in me and nods

“Give him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately,

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

and this man, and my

another

his hands towards me, palms out. “Please,” he

a waste

coil my limbs and leap for him, my paws

the wall moments before I sink my teeth into his neck, ripping out

top of him, growling down into

leaves his eyes.

when it’s done, I turn back to my mate, who stands in the

his mouth curved up

into my human body, standing

my neck. And

I stare down at my child,

I relish every scream that

if I can hear him, it means that he’s still here,

I’ve done my job. I’ve kept him

Sinclair

Rafe with me as Roger

them to stay with the priest – to make

was happening up here.

the priest was secure, they were to come and

he looks at the

the walls, even the ceiling

surface. “What the – how did

look down

to my brother. This is the woman who cried when she saw Rafe’s

eat chocolate Easter bunnies because it feels

of ferocity in