My Fated Alpha
“Not yours. Never yours.”
Something shattered in his expression.
Headlights cut through the rain, two sets, roaring up the mountain road way too fast.
Victor’s bike and Jax’s truck.
Relief and dread crashed over me at once.
Victor was off the bike before it even stopped, shifting as he ran, clothes ripping, bones cracking, fur exploding across his skin until a massive black wolf tore across the asphalt. He hit Damien like a freight train, jaws snapping inches from his throat.
Jax was right behind him, half-shifted, claws out, roaring at Lisa to back the fuck up.