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.

—

later though surely it was minutes

deep into my fur until they reach my skin. I’m not

only other man left alive in this room

me like that.

Sinclair says, a growl still resonating in his

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

Our

then he sees the determination in me and nods once.

him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately,

Rafe safely in his gigantic arms and turns away from the man, from me, walking away from us, shushing our child and bobbing him lightly in

just me, and this man, and my murderous

another step

towards me, palms out. “Please,” he whispers.

waste

leap for him, my paws hitting him in the

teeth into

the floor with me on top of him, growling down into

leaves his eyes.

my mate, who stands in

and gore, his mouth curved up on one side into a proud

standing up, the man’s blood still covering the

And then, with perfect control, I cross the room

in his arms as I stare down at my child, who cries his little scared

scream that

I can hear him, it means

done my job. I’ve kept him

Sinclair

and Rafe with me as Roger bursts

make sure that we kept him, as

happening up here.

priest was secure, they were to

wide as he looks at the

walls, even the ceiling – and at the bodies scattered almost

the – how did

Ella explains, and I look down at her,

replies to my brother. This is the woman who