“You’re the alpha’s mate,” Dominic says again.“You’re the future of our pack.”
“Am I?Do we even know if a wolf and a vamp-human hybrid can reproduce?”
“None of that matters at the moment,” Dominic says.“He can’t concentrate if he knows you’re in danger.”He turns to Rogan.“And you can’t fight because the pack needs you alive and well.”
A low growl from Rogan.
I sense more than hear it.Our underground bunker vibrates with its intensity.
He’s going to fight.
And so am I.
I scramble upward, but Dominic grabs my legs and pulls me back down.He growls at me, yanks me to the ground.
In a flash he’s lodged against the part of the wall made of stone, Rogan holding him by the throat.
“You fucking touch her again, and I’ll rip you to shreds.”
Rogan’s words are a growl, and again I feel more than hear them.
Then a dull thud as Rogan’s fist collides with Dominic’s jaw.
Just like a couple of men.
Fine.Let them fight it out.
I take my chance to scramble out of this foxhole and into battle.
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“Princess!”
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Damn.
No. Fight it, Hannah. Leave. Leave him and fight!
But Rogan...
His voice...
Him...
He pulls at me—an invisible wire that seems to bind me to him, and it’s so much stronger than the bond to my father.
I break way—and it’s damned difficult—and reach the ground.
Princess!
No. Fight it. Fight it.
I still have Dominic’s blade, and the pistol is in the back of my waistband.I slide the blade inside my boot and duck as an arrow whizzes past me.