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.

brakes and the car lurches to a violent stop. The guard beside me throws his arm out to prevent me from slamming into the back of the driver’s seat. His hand catches me in the sternum, stealing the air from

it a few meters when the vehicle slams to a stop again, this time colliding with a deafening crash. My body is jolted and jostled, and I whip around to see what we hit. A second SUV is behind us, blocking our escape route. “Fuck.” Gabriel explodes, “It’s a set

Terror slices through me as understanding sets in. The 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

of this without a few scrapes.” 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 and push the other car out of the way. It rocks

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

and I’ve heard people say that time slows

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

the car ramming our side

the next thing I know, everything is still. My guards are climbing out of the car and shifting into their wolves, and Gabriel gives me one

you do, stay inside,

see how many wolves are waiting to fight my guards. I count at least three dozen, and part of me is furious that the Prince chose to send his best fighters here, when the people he hopes to rule are facing an imminent threat. I know he’s the one who created the threat, but he could at least put on a show and pretend to care, to help defend the city I feel very nauseous all of a sudden, and it only gets worse when the fighting

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

of my stomach into the plastic sack. I

they truly are Sinclair’s best, because they look entirely unharmed even though half a dozen wolves already lay

his throat. I’ll never forget how his eyes swung to me with regret, even as the light winked out of them. Sobs burn in my throat, and when the

let them die for me. I’m the one

you’ll distract them, and then

do