The Alpha's Accidental Mate
Jacob’s mother lay unconscious, blood pooling beneath her head.
“Medical supplies!” Elena shouted.
I crawled to them. “She’s breathing. Pulse is strong.”
Another explosion rocked the bunker. The crack widened.
“We can’t stay here,” someone said.
“We can’t leave,” Elena countered. “The fighting”
The intercom crackled. But this time, it wasn’t Vera.
“Hello, little humans.” The voice was male, cruel. “This is Garrett. You remember me, Marisol?” A pause. “Your alpha is surrounded. Three dozen of our best fighters. He’s good, but not that good.”