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

gentle fingers digging deep into my fur

who it is. The only other man left alive in this room is my mate, and

touch me like that.

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

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

Our

then he sees the determination in

me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his

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

me, and this man, and my murderous

another step

raises his hands towards me, palms out. “Please,” he

it’s a waste

my paws hitting him in the

before I sink my

on top of him, growling down into his face as

leaves his eyes.

mate, who stands in the middle of a room covered

gore, his mouth curved up on one side

shift, then, back into my human body, standing up, the

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

as I stare down at my child, who

I relish every scream that echoes in my

means that he’s still here, he’s

I’ve done my job.

Sinclair

Ella and Rafe with me as Roger bursts

– to make sure that we kept him,

was happening up here.

the priest was secure, they were

going wide as he looks at the blood all

bedding, all the walls, even the ceiling –

surface. “What the – how did

and I look down at her, a little surprised at the

the woman who