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.

—

though surely it was minutes – before I

my scruff, gentle fingers digging deep into my fur until they reach

in this room is my

touch me like that.

all right, Ella,” Sinclair says, a growl still resonating in his voice, the fury

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

Our

meet for just a moment, and then he sees the determination

man holding my crying child. “Give him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his

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

it’s just me, and

prowl another step

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

it’s a waste of

and leap for him, my paws hitting him in the chest

my

me on top of him, growling

leaves his eyes.

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

up on one side

back into my human body, standing up, the

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

as I stare down at my child,

every scream

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

done my job. I’ve kept

Sinclair

with me as Roger bursts

priest – to make sure that we kept him, as

was happening up here.

priest was secure, they were

my god,” Roger says, his eyes going wide as he looks at the blood

ceiling – and at the bodies

surface. “What the – how

down

This is the woman who cried when she