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.

—

later though surely it was

into my fur

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

touch me like that.

still resonating in his

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

Our

moment, and then he sees the determination in me

just once. The man does so, immediately, blood

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

just me, and this man, and my murderous

prowl another

raises his hands towards

it’s a waste of

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

moments before I sink my teeth into his neck,

top of him, growling down into his face as

leaves his eyes.

when it’s done, I turn back to my mate, who stands in

curved up on one side into

then, back into my human body, standing

of my face and running down my neck. And

arms as I stare down at my child,

relish every scream that echoes in

it means

I’ve done my job.

Sinclair

little, taking Ella and Rafe with me as Roger

to stay with the priest – to make sure that we

was happening up here.

once the priest was secure, they were to come and

eyes going wide as he looks at the blood all over our bedroom –

the bedding, all the walls, even the ceiling –

– how

down

my brother. This is the woman who