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.

—

surely it was minutes – before I feel

gentle fingers digging deep into my fur until they

The only other man left alive in this room is my mate,

like

Sinclair says, a growl still resonating in his voice, the fury still

blood. Something soars in me at the sight of him like that – my warrior mate with his barbarian

Our

then he

me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling arm, knowing that his cause is lost – perhaps looking for some clemency if he obliges us now.

his gigantic arms and turns away from the man, from me, walking away

me, and this man, and my

another step

me, palms

it’s a waste of breath.

hitting him in the chest first and slamming him back

the wall moments before I sink my teeth

with me on top of him, growling down

leaves his eyes.

then, when it’s done, I turn back to my mate, who stands in the middle of a room covered

on one side into a proud smile.

back into my human body, standing up, the man’s blood

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

my mate wrap me in his arms as I stare down at my child, who cries his little scared heart

scream that echoes in my

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

I’ve done my job. I’ve kept

Sinclair

with me as Roger bursts into the room, followed by

stay with the priest – to make sure that we kept him, as I

up here.

priest was secure, they

says, his eyes going wide as he looks at the blood all over our bedroom

even the ceiling – and at the bodies scattered almost

the – how did you

Rafe,” Ella explains, and I look down at her, a little surprised at

she replies to my brother. This is the woman who