The Alpha's Mate
We fight hard, and I take down my fair share of enemies, but it’s nearly impossible to stay out of the path of Malcolm’s poisoned weapon.
Nash catches my eye, nodding, letting me know he has a plan. I see him rush toward Brandon, the Alpha of the Flagstaff pack, jumping on him and sinking his teeth into Brandon’s throat. They thrash about, each fighting as hard as they can, but then, as I watch helplessly, Malcolm approaches them from behind and lays the whip hard across Nash’s back. My beloved, my mate, my Alpha, falls into an unmoving heap as Brandon slinks out from under his limp body, his face bloodied.
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