I’m screaming.
Then brawny arms are suddenly around my torso and dragging me up. “What the fuck are you doing?” a male demands, his voice making me shiver inside and out.
Well, not out.
My wolf is snarling at him, furious at his touch.
“Oh, quiet,” he snaps back, his Alpha energy shimmering across my fur in a manner far more potent than Alpha Bryson’s ever did.
This male is power personified.
And it instantly calms my wolf.
She submits with ease, allowing him to drag us to shore.
I wonder, just for a moment, if she’s faking it like she did on the boat.
But no. I can sense the lack of tension in my body now, the true will to submit to someone she believes is a stronger being.
He doesn’t immediately release me, instead rolling me to my side and staring down into my wolf eyes with a clinical look.
I stare back at him, mesmerized by his ebony irises. So dark and alluring. At least until they narrow in confusion. “You’re not an Alpha,” he tells me.
My wolf grumbles in response, clearly not approving of his tone.
Or maybe she really does understand him.
Hell if I know anymore.
“Shift,” he says.
I don’t because I don’t know how. Because my wolf won’t let me. Because apparently I’ve gone mad and allowed my animal to take over.
“She can’t,” another voice says, this one slightly accented and radiating even more power than the Alpha beside me.
How is that even possible?
Wait…I glance sharply at the newcomer, my wolf finally allowing me to take over for just a second.How do you know I can’t shift?He’s the first to sense it. The first to realize I can’t control my wolf.
But any elation I feel dies as he steps forward, his aura humming with electric superiority.
Thisis an Alpha.
Well, so is the guy beside me.
Both of them are Alphas.
Carnage WolfAlphas.
Oh, moon…
I swallow, my insides turning to ice as I suddenly remember where I am.
“Shh,” the male beside me hushes, laying down as though to appear less aggressive.
It doesn’t work.
He’s too big, tooAlpha, to appear any less intimidating.
