Page 46 of The Alpha's Sin
I’m out of my chair before the thought even finishes forming, sprinting across the half-finished frame of the house I’ve been working on. My crew stares as I leap down the raw wooden steps two at a time, but I don’t stop to explain—there’s no time.
My truck roars to life as I gun the engine. The tires spit gravel as I tear out of the site and into the night. My blood is boiling, my vision narrowing. All I can hear is her voice, breaking as she cried for help.
I know who it was. I don’t need to guess.
Kyle and Leroy.
Those fucking Betas. I promised myself that if they came near her again—if they so much as touched her—I’d kill them.
And now, they’ve touched her—tried to take what’s mine.
My Wolf is practically tearing at my skin to get out, to rip them apart limb from limb. Ours, he growls. Our mate. Our pup. Must protect. MUST PROTECT!
“I know, I know!” I snarl aloud, wrenching the wheel as I fly down the back road toward town. “I’ll get her back. I swear it—I’ll fucking kill them before I let them hurt her!”
The parking lot comes into view just in time for me to see it—Poppy, struggling in their filthy hands, her purse on the ground, her phone smashed to pieces. They’re dragging her toward a dented sedan, her eyes wide and wet with terror.
I slam on the brakes so hard my tires screech.
They look up, startled, just as I leap from the truck.
“Get your fucking hands off her!” I roar, my voice half-man, half-Wolf. The sound rattles the night air. A full moon floats overhead—I can feel my Wolf struggling to get out—to make them pay.
They freeze for only a heartbeat, then try to shove her into the car faster, the fuckers!
Poppy screams again, thrashing against them.
And that’s it—that’s all I need. The last thin thread of my control snaps.
My Wolf is coming out.
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POPPY
Everything happens so fast I can hardly breathe.
One minute Kyle and Leroy are shoving me toward the open car door, their hands bruising on my arms. The next, Logan’s voice booms across the lot like rolling thunder.
“Get your fucking hands off her!”
Both men stiffen, jerking their heads up in time to see him striding toward us, fury burning in his pale eyes.
“Hurry the fuck up!” one of them cries and they start shoving me into the car even faster.
I struggle but then—before I can even cry out—the air shivers around Logan. His body contorts, bones shifting, muscles rippling, skin splitting to let thick grey fur pour out. It all happens so fast—much faster than the first time I saw him Shift, when he was showing me what he was.
Logan’s Wolf explodes into the night.
He’s enormous. Bigger than a horse, his massive shoulders heaving as he growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating straight through my chest. His eyes—those pale eyes I know so well—lock on the two Betas, and I swear the ground shakes when he snarls.
Kyle and Leroy curse and fall back. But instead of running, they Shift too. Their bodies buckle and break, fur spilling out, their voices cutting off in low, agonized snarls. In seconds, two Wolves—mangy brown and mottled grey, each the size of a large dog—stand crouched and trembling before the giant beast that is Logan.
For one endless moment, all three circle, hackles raised. The low rumbling growl coming from the throat of Logan’s Wolf fills the air like thunder.
Then the big Wolf lunges.
The fight is brutal. Fur flies as he tears into them, a wall of grey fur—fury with fangs. The Betas snap and yelp, trying to fight back but they’re nothing compared to him. His Wolf is too strong, too furious, too determined. I’m surprised they were stupid enough to take him on in the first place.
