Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 204
The airbag explodes in my face, and I think my head must hit the door window when the SUV goes into a half-spin. For a few long seconds I’m dazed from the impact, but as soon as my brain kicks back in, my mate is the first thing I think of.
“Leah?” I glance over to see the metal frame is mangled around her, she’s peppered in broken glass and there’s blood on the side of her face. She’s not responsive. “Leah!”
I start scrambling to get my seat belt off, and suddenly, there’s this whining screech and the crumpled passenger side door gets completely ripped off the wreckage.
For a second, relief goes through me as I think it must be James coming to Leah’s rescue, but the figure that looms up is dressed in all black, including a mask over his face.
Then I see there’s three of them, and panic kicks into fury.
These guys are not here to help us.
“Don’t f ucking touch her!” I snarl, ripping through my seatbelt with my claws to finally get myself free.

However, I’ve barely moved when one of the trio pulls out a
gun and shoots several rounds into my chest.
The immediate stinging burn tells me I’ve been hit with silver wolfsbane bullets again.
The other two men quickly pull my unconscious mate from the wrecked SUV, and pure adrenaline surges through my body.
I refuse to let them take her.
Not while I still draw breath.
I force myself out of the SUV, fighting my wolf trying to force the shift to heal me the entire time.
As I round the end of the vehicle, another Rathborn SUV comes screeching to a halt and James jumps out.
By now, Leah has roused, and she’s starting to fight back, giving the trio hell. Other cars are pulling up and people are getting out, shouting if everyone is okay, the commotion growing.
Sirens wail in the distance, and the three masked guys start to panic as they struggle to get Leah into their waiting van.
I only have eyes for my mate, and I sta gger toward her, even as she finally breaks free from her attackers. She sprints toward me, but now the pain is getting too much, and my legs.
give out, just as both Leah and James reach me.
The van squeals away from the scene, the attackers fleeing before we can stop them.
Or better yet, ask what the hell they were trying to do and who sent them.