The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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.

—

only moments later though surely it was minutes –

gentle fingers digging deep into my fur until

other man left alive in this room is my

touch me like that.

says, a growl still resonating in his

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

Our

a moment, and then he sees the

man does so, immediately, blood dripping from

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

and this man, and my murderous

another

hands towards me,

a waste

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

I sink my teeth into his neck, ripping

falls gurgling to the floor with me on top of him, growling down into his face

leaves his eyes.

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

mouth curved up on one side into a proud

body, standing up,

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

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

I relish every scream that echoes in

means

I’ve done my job.

Sinclair

little, taking Ella and Rafe with me

– to make sure that we kept

was happening up here.

the priest was secure, they were to

as he looks at the blood all over

even the ceiling – and at the bodies

“What the – how

I look down at her, a

she replies to my brother. This is the woman