The Alpha King's Captive: (A Steamy Werewolf Romance)

uards. They look at u

vel back around, shock r

r. I blink in stark disbelief when one second he's at my side, then

en his head is ripp

ly reaches for his weapon. He pulls the

s at the pistol with his claws. The man goes pale when the weapon splits into

mps down, Malcol

bloodlust. He looks so terrifying at that moment that

a hard chest. His whisper is hot agains

cream. Sprays of dust rush down. The alarms at Mount Pyre screech to life and the once white lights turn a buzzing re

urches sideways, jamming his shoulder into the door. It gives immediately and we stumble in

with what I suppose is his. With no time to waste, he throws the shirt on, riffles throug

om

s wrap around my arm. Through the haze of red overhead,

ride until we skid into a glass hall. We are immediatel

" I wh

n't have time to comprehend what he's about to do before h

the balustrades

hing I scream before we

l endl

p my throat when I see the scattering of cuts marring his torso. His dark sh

surprisingly strong voice

we're near the exit. Small problem, Hunt

tomach churn. We

hen Malcolm roars, hi

my eyes, h

the size of barrels. His cheekbones sharpen, face hollowing horrifically to the protraction of a

at the back

thal blur of movement. Snapping necks, ripping out hearts, and slitting throats. A towering, snarling behem

action and I duck, slapping my hand

fying while before it

fle a gasp when I tak

leum tiles rife with dead bodies. The lifeles

in tatters, and in the gaping spac

e still

ite of metal on my temple. I freeze. Despite the healthy amoun

trils flare in anger once he sees

," comes a slow, guttural

y temple. I realize his hands are

e of betrayal. I've worked with these p

ow my head back forcefully

, Malcolm crowds into him. He roars in his face and my

pissed

face, breaking through skull. Protruding past the gaping hole is Malcolm's hand, and w

it. I hunch o

t when we heard a rush of footsteps overhead. Malcolm's beas

the exit before

grunt, dropping me. "Bloody hel

pools from his back and he shifts bac

ff every bullet, but this is no ordina

lv

stays in his system, th

colm's weight and make a run for it. There is no love lost between us and

w as if hearing my thoughts. "Don

er my shoulder and hustle down to my c

ale when I see more Hunters coming at us. "We're

ure about that." He stomps on the ga

stomach drops when I realize they'

, I hiss, "I hope you don't plan to get us killed?!" I see the direct

from hurtling straig

ck dances around the edges of my vision