Page 75 of Alpha's Unclaimed Mate

The car’s speed picks up.

Theron turns to glance at us briefly, his eyes raking over our seatbelts. I notice him pull out something dark and shiny from the glovebox, but it exchanges hands with the driver before I can identify it.

I sense them communicating through the mind-link. On instinct, I look out of the back window and notice our security detail is no longer behind us.

My heart drops. Panic floods my veins.

I quickly put the iPad away and lean closer to Leon.

Theron turns to me again, worry etched on his face. There’s a look of desperation in his eyes that makes my blood run cold.

“Brace yourselves and stay in the car once we stop. Don’t get out no matter what. Alright?”

I don’t get the chance to respond. I’ve barely put my arms around Leon when the driver suddenly slams on the brakes. The next second a black SUV barrels into us from the side. The impact is hard, jarring, and sudden.

Having missed the door on Leon’s side, the SUV nicks the rear end hard, making our car spin around twice.

My head hits the front seat, my body almost on the floor despite the seatbelts. The airbags don’t activate. I hear glass breaking in the front before I hear the terrified cry of my son.

“Mama!”

I’m relieved to find no sign of any external injury on him. “It’s okay, my little lion, it’s okay,” I whisper, trying to soothe him.

As the car slowly comes to a halt, I’m shocked to see five more SUVs blocking our path from the front. A few shots are fired at us, and while Leon and I scream, no bullets hit anything inside the car. I realize it’s a bulletproof car.

The front door clicks open and I panic. “Theron, no. Don’t go. We can wait for help to arrive.”

He turns to me, his eyes dark and his voice rough. “Don’t leave the car no matter what. Drive away when I give you the signal.”

I blink at him as he pulls the keys out of the ignition and throws them at me before stepping outside. The driver follows suit, locking the door on his way out.

The two of them take cover behind our car, and soon shots are being fired from both sides. We are heavily outnumbered.

I take off my seatbelt and check the glove compartment for any more guns or knives, but find none. My phone’s screen iscracked and the display is glitching. I blindly dial 911, but the call never connects.

I pull Leon out of the car seat and hold him close, covering his ears, trying to muffle the sounds of fighting as much as I can.

The gunfight slows down, and I realize Theron might be running out of bullets. My heart drops to my stomach.

Suddenly two men approach the car, holding massive bottles of gasoline.

Fuck! They’re planning to burn us. If I stay in, we get burned. If I step out, we get shot.

Theron, who had been fighting from behind the car, races to the front, attacking the first man with a knife.

Our attackers seize this opportunity, firing multiple shots at him. Two pierce his body. His face twists in pain as he’s hit again, this time with a knife.

“No!” I whisper as the blade slices into Theron’s side. He grunts in pain but doesn’t back down. Blood begins to pool around him as he collapses to the ground, struggling to rise.

“Theron!” I cry out, my voice choked with fear.

I feel my life flash before my eyes. The fear of losing Theron darkens my vision.

As the men approach Theron, he unexpectedly pulls out another gun from his ankle holster and starts shooting. The driver taps on the windshield and signals me to drive away.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, more cars come screeching in, charging straight at the parked SUVs and attempting to mow down our attackers.

A large horde of wolves races into battle, and within moments the men who ambushed us are dead, their limbs torn apart by angry warriors.

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