Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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 minutes – before

into my fur until they

it is. The only other man left alive in this room is my mate, and only he

like

growl still resonating in his voice, the fury still

covered in our enemies‘ blood. Something soars in me at the sight of him like that – my warrior mate with

Our

a moment, and then he sees the determination in me

“Give him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling arm, knowing that his cause is lost – perhaps

and turns away from the man, from me, walking away from us,

this man, and

another step forward.

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

waste

and leap for him, my paws hitting him in the chest first and

teeth

gurgling to the floor with me on top

leaves his eyes.

I turn back to my mate, who stands in the middle of a room

mouth curved up on one side into a proud

body, standing up, the man’s blood still covering the

down my neck. And then, with perfect control, I cross the room and

me in his arms as I stare down at my child,

relish every scream that echoes

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

my job. I’ve kept him safe.

Sinclair

Rafe with me as Roger bursts into

them to stay with the priest – to make sure that we kept

happening up here.

they were

he looks at the blood all over

walls, even the ceiling –

surface. “What the – how did

explains, and I look down at her, a little surprised at the cool calm with

This is the woman who cried when she