Page 31 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

But not enough to handle me.

An arrogant voice came from right behind me as its owner advanced toward me slowly.

“We will only deal with the alpha or the alpha heir of the Nightshade Pack.”

Eleanor’s kidnapper held her close, his confidence momentarily restored as he sneered at me.

“Surrender. You’re outnumbered.”

Outnumbered? As if that mattered.

I would have laughed if his claws weren’t at my mate’s throat.

Slowly, I raised my hands in a show of surrender.

“On your knees,” the arrogant voice from behind me commanded.

I made eye contact with Eleanor, who seemed stunned by my decision to surrender. Then her eyebrows furrowed slightly. I nodded slightly, hoping she understood my silent message.

I took a step forward, lowering myself as though about to kneel. At the last moment, I launched myself at Eleanor’s attacker.

He jerked backward reflexively, and Eleanor jerked out of his arms and hit him as she’d promised to hit me earlier.

He crumpled to the ground, clutching at his crotch and cursing under his breath.

“Run,” I ordered Eleanor.

Not that I needed to—she was already running without a thought for my welfare.

Sometimes, my mate made it really hard for me to dislike her.

The other wolves began to pursue her, but before they could take more than a handful of steps, I caught up with the one in the lead and snapped his neck.

“But we were just getting acquainted. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?” I bared my canines at the frozen duo, who stared at their fallen friend in shock.

“Tell me who sent you, and I’ll give you a quick death.”

They exchanged furtive glances, but neither of them spoke.

The monster smiled. This would be fun.

Seconds later, I was completely covered in blood. The two wolves were nothing more than scattered clumps of flesh and bone.

The arrogant wolf from earlier was the only one left, and he cowered, horror engraved on his face as he slowly but surely backed away from me.

“Why did you come for my mate?” I asked for the last time.

It would be a waste to kill him without extracting the information I needed, but I could only restrain myself for so long when all I wanted was to kill him.

The wolf stopped shuffling back, a sudden defiance sparking in his eyes.

“Go to hell!” he yelled, before picking himself up and bolting out of the clearing.

I paused, stunned for a moment, before heading after him.

It was surprising that he’d throw away his life so readily. He should’ve known I would catch him in seconds, so why?—

The direction of the wind changed, and I caught a whiff of Eleanor’s scent.

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