Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

The streets were all but empty as we drove through the darkened city. I suppose everyone is still inside watching the news or waiting for more information to be released about the attack. I understand that we needed to be off the grid so no one could track us electronically, but I wish I had my phone. I wish I knew what had happened. I’m impatient to see Sinclair, to hear what happened and make sure he isn’t wounded.

My wolf is whining in my head, eager to be reunited with her mate. I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about the danger Sinclair has been facing while I was safe and sound with my guards, but now that the crisis has passed the possibilities consume me. I’m imagining returning home to find Sinclair covered in blood, his powerful shoulders crumbling under the weight of the lives he took tonight. He’s going to need me, and I’m already wondering how I can possibly comfort him when I don’t have the first clue what it’s like to go to war.

My guards are clearly focused on a very different train of thought. “Something still feels off to me.”

Gabriel grumbles, scanning the deserted streets “f the all clear is ringing, why hasn’t anyone come out yet?” He mutters, dragging a hand over his face.

“I think it feels off because it was a crazy situation to begin with.” Sean answers.

“There’s never been an attack of this size in living memory.”

“Which is precisely why this is too soon for the danger to have passed.” Gabriel shakes his head. slowing the car. “I don’t like this. I think we should go back”

Just as the words leave his mouth, the sound of screeching brakes shatters the quiet.

A black SUV with tinted windows skids to a stop in front of us, cutting off our path.

on the brakes and the car lurches to a violent stop. The guard beside me throws his arm out to prevent

make it a few meters when the vehicle slams to a stop again, this time colliding with a deafening crash. My body is jolted and

battle isn’t over yet. We’ve walked into a trap, and Sinclair isn’t here to protect me this time. He’s so far away that there’s no chance he might make it back in time to help me. I have to trust that my guards will keep me safe, even if my pounding heart and the blood rushing in my ears warns

He forces his foot down on the accelerator, and the car surges backward at full speed. There’s nowhere to go, so our only option is to try

noise is deafening, and I feel like a ragdoll as my body is thrown around wildly, yanked back and forth by gravity. I’m restrained by my seatbelt and the guard’s arm, but we’ll all fairly helpless to do anything but try

but I’m still just trying to get my bearings. I’ve never been in a car crash before, and I’ve heard people say that time slows down in this sort of accident. I wish time

us is almost out of the way now, but the SUV on our right rams into the passenger side door, pushing

ramming our side slams into us right as Gabriel attempts to rèverse through the tiny opening between the rear car and the bollards protecting the footpath from

is still. My guards are climbing out of the car and shifting

you do, stay

I know he’s the one who created the threat, but he could

they’re clashing viciously with my guards. Blood sprays over the pavement, and I see flesh ripped and torn, bodies tossed onto the

into the seat-back pocket in front of me, and I snatch one up, emptying the contents of my stomach into the plastic sack. I blink tears from my eyes, unsure whether I want to close my eyes and hide from the

told me how fierce he and his men are. It’s obvious that they truly are Sinclair’s best, because they look entirely unharmed even

try and smother my scream when I see the other wolf rip out his throat. I’ll never forget how

I’m the one they

them, and then they will die. My

them do