Page 40 of Owned By Four Alphas

Wolf. Wolf jaws.

No, the wolf is an ally. The wolf protects. But he attacks me. Must protect Selena. Must have Selena—

With a snarl he dug his claws into the wolf’s thick skin, dragging them down, throwing him off. Dimly he was aware that the dragon and the Fae were leaving, chasing after his mate.

“Ronan, you get him under control, we need to get Selena out of here!”

He lunged after them, needing to stop them, needing to protect his mate, but the wolf crashed into him again.

Malek roared in outrage, turning once more to the wolf, its snapping jaws, its gleaming yellow eyes.

“Malek,” it growled, “Malek, you have to stop!”

“She killed Ordovic, the bitch killed Ordovic!”

It was one of the other alphas. Another wolf.

Malek howled, ripping into Ronan’s skin, desperate to be free of him so that he could attack.

“And Egais!” A dragon this time, injured but furious.

The scents in the air shifted, changed, becoming dangerous.

Malek snarled again, teeth clashing with Ronan, a furious mix of claws and rage.

“Where did the little bitch go?”

“I think she ran that way.”

“Come on, we’ll hunt her down and bleed her dry!”

Ronan, heavy lacerations torn down his flank, snarled in surprise at their words. “Fuck!”

Malek twisted and writhed, trying to break free.

They want to hurt her. They want to kill her. Must defend. Must protect—

“You won’t go near her!” Ronan bellowed.

“She killed your own kind, Ronan, are you so blind? We’re hunting her down and killing anyone who gets in our way.”

They want to kill must attack must stop them must make them bleed—

Malek dug the claws of his hind legs into the wolf’s heavy form, rolling over and throwing it off of him, where it collided with the wall with a heavy thud.

He was free.

Getting to his feet, he assessed the enemies.

Alphas. Injured. Angry. Defensive.

Blood dripped from his teeth as he stalked towards them, a rumbling snarl echoing through the decimated hall.

They turned to him, their eyes wide, their scent spiking with fear.

Good. They should be afraid. He would rip them limb from fucking limb.

“Malek,” Ronan called, roaring around the agony of broken bones. It wouldn’t take him long to heal.

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