In the Alpha’s Arms

Lita’s our Luna?

“CAREFUL!” Stace hissed at Alex, “Put her down there, on the couch…” She brushed Lita’s hair out of her face, “She’s burning up doctor?! I told him we were on the way fifteen minutes ago.”

where the hell is the

Alex’s mind was still swirling with what the hell was even going on. He replayed the last five minutes again. Stace had called and asked for his help downstairs, but he hadn’t expected what he saw. Cole was pacing outside the car, in a full wolf’s rage, and he couldn’t seem to come back down. The man had been halfway shifted, eyes completely red, claws extended, teeth clongated into a snarl. What the hell could have made their Alpha that angry? Stace was doing everything she could to stop him from approaching Lita

And that’s when Alex saw Lita slumped against the passenger side door, beaten and unconscious. And though he couldn’t understand what he was seeing, Alex knew the girl needed help, and that there was no way the pack wouldn’t get sucked into her mess. He rolled his wrists, feeling that T–told- you–so brimming in his throat. As Stace pushed Cole towards the packgrounds, Alex snatched up the injured girl and headed inside. He glanced down, taking in the full extent of bruising everywhere he could see. Who did this to her?

For a moment, he flashed his eyes up to Cole, who’d taken off toward the woods. Would he…? If Cole had listened, and stayed away, they might not have gotten involved, but there was no way any of them could leave her like this anymore. They weren’t animals and once he saw something like that, he couldn’t unsee it. And if Cole had been the one to do it….

Alex shook his head. He didn’t want to challenge his friend. He normally respected his Alpha in both a personal and professional way. His arms shifted and Lita made a pained sound. Alex swallowed. But if Cole had done this, he would take action. He wouldn’t pretend that it was okay or that being their Alpha would save him. Packs revolted for less all the time. And he knew his pack mates. He knew his sister. If that man had put his hands on Lita, he would regret it.

A few moments later, Stace rushed into the packhouse and Alex stumbled, trying his best to lay the battered woman down gently without pushing Stace out of the way.

blanket. Standing over top of her like that, Alex got a good view of the black eye and the finger–shaped bruises over her throat. His blood

his face in a long time. The man wore a permanent scowl as an accessory, but looking at his unconscious mate on the couch, he appeared genuinely worried.

hell happened? You were supposed to go apologize, and leave, asshole!” Alex grabbed Cole and pushed him hard across the room, “You’re beating women who reject you now?!” He didn’t believe there would be anything else Lita could have done to make Cole mad enough to put his hands. on her. He knew his best friend. His Alpha. And yet

Lita’s biggest fan in the beginning, but it was mostly because he suspected there was more to her than it seemed. She looked like a woman on the run and the last thing the pack needed was more drama. Especially not after James. And, of course, he truly respected his Alpha’s authority, but this was too far. How could he hurt a woman? Especially his mate, even if she rejected him. He didn’t want to think his friend was capable of such a thing, but what other kind of conclusion

fell into the coffee table, shattering it beneath their swinging Embs, “I

punches before flipping Cole to land his own punches, “you come back with a beat up mate! What am I

kill the pair of them. Lita needed help and those two idiots were fighting over nothing. Then she glared at

all walked in on the tail end of the Eight, it

hell’s up?

pack?”

to do whatever was asked of him. Then they inhaled another scent,

Lits on the