Page 75 of Cruel Alpha Bully

“Excuse me!” Veronica shouts from the doorway. “Some of the women can fight, you know!”

“Then gear up!” I bark. “These guys are brutal. Anyone who can’t fight, get them into one of the central rooms away from the windows. Everyone else, with me!”

I turn and stride across my front lawn as the bikes come to a stop in a wide half-circle across the curb. The sun is slipping beneath the horizon, and the light is pale but golden. On the opposite horizon, I see a shimmer that tells me a full moon is rising and will be in the sky moments after the sun sets.

The rival pack hurl themselves off their bikes, running towards the house. Some of them shift and circle around, heading for the backyard. I leap into the fight—I have no choice. I can’t fight every single wolf, and I can’t go after Gina when I don’t even know where she is.

I can see the enemy alpha sitting on his bike, watching. I half expected to see Gina with him, and not knowing where she is only deepens my fear.

Maybe she got away?

There is no more room for thought as I charge into the line of bikers. They are wielding chains, baseball bats, and knives, but I slash through, avoiding their blows and dropping them with hard punches and kicks.

Chest heaving, sweat pouring off me, I stagger through my enemies, getting closer and closer to the enemy alpha. I smash down another biker and charge at the alpha, raising my blood-drenched knuckles.

I hear him start to laugh as I get closer to him. I can’t imagine what he has to laugh about—until I feel a blow across my shoulders from behind.

They let me through their ranks to cut me off!

I turn around, reluctantly showing my back to the alpha. Most of the guys I knocked down are now standing, forming a ring around me. I hear the enemy alpha get off his bike and turn back around to face him.

He’s stalking towards me with a long knife in his hand. I know if I try to take him on, the others will jump me and hold me down so he can finish me off.

“Here, puppy,” he calls to me in a taunting voice. “Come, little pretty pup. I’m gonna bleed you out, real slow.”

I clench my fists and stare him down. I’m ready to fight to the bitter end. If he wants to take my life, I’ll make damn sure it’s not easy for him, and I’ll take as many of them with me as I can.

Suddenly, I hear howling from behind me. It’s my pack, led by Jack. Dozens of my wolves come charging out from behind the house, most of them with bloodied muzzles. They took care of all the shifters who were trying to flank us.

From the looks of it, they tore them to shreds.

My wolves run towards us and fan out in a circle around the mixed line of bikers and mangy-looking enemy wolves. The enemy pack is surrounded now, with nowhere to go. I turn back to the alpha with a smile on my face.

Let’s see you get out of this one, asshole.

But the alpha just grins at me and puts two fingers to his lips to let out a shrill whistle. A bike starts up nearby and cruises slowly into the street, rolling over to stop next to the alpha.

The bike is carrying two people, and the second person on the bike is unmistakably Gina.

My pack starts to bark and howl. The girl on the bike grabs Gina and puts a knife to her throat. I hold up a hand to quiet my pack.

“Well,” I say, staring at the other alpha, “your move.”

“I could just take her,” he spits at me. “I could just turn around right now and go, and she’d be mine.”

“For a brief two seconds,” I say as I start to walk towards him. “My wolves would rip your pack to shreds, and I’d be right on your heels. You wouldn’t get far.”

His eyes glint in the dying light, and I can see his fear. His lips raise in a snarl, and he trembles a little.

“You and me, right here, right now!” I yell, my voice echoing around to the ear of every shifter present. “A fight to the death. When I win, you let Gina go.”

The alpha laughs. “Like you won last time?”

“This time, my pack is here, too,” I snap. “You will have to fight with honor.”

The alpha advances on me, taking long strides into the middle of the circle. He raises his knife.

“Drop the blade!” Jack yells from somewhere in the crowd. “Or we turn this into a blood bath!”

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