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.

—

it was minutes – before

my fur until they reach

it is. The only other man left alive in this room

touch me like that.

still resonating in his voice, the fury

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

Our

he sees the determination in me and

man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling

from me, walking away from us, shushing our child and bobbing him

and this

another

raises his hands towards me,

a waste of

leap for him, my paws hitting

my

me on top of

leaves his eyes.

my mate, who stands in

curved up on

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

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

arms as I stare down at my child, who

every scream

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

job. I’ve kept

Sinclair

little, taking Ella and Rafe with me as Roger bursts

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

was happening up here.

was secure, they

going wide as he looks at the blood all over

all the walls, even the ceiling – and

surface. “What the –

Ella explains, and I look down at her, a

the woman who cried when