Alpha Unhinged, Olivia Turner [red scrolls of magic TXT] 📗

the arm. I slam him into my truck and then unload a vicious combination on him, slamming my fists into his stomach, ribs, chin, and temples at a furious pace.

He drops to his knees, his hand on the ground. I stomp on it, pinning him in place.

“Where’s Burton?”

“Fuck you,” he hisses through bloody teeth.

“Tell me and I’ll let you go.”

He spits a string of curse words at me.

My bear growls like spidey-sense and I turn around just in time to catch the wolf in the air. His jaws are wide open and frothing like a rabid dog. I grab the back of his head, using his momentum to slam him into Tats. His jaw closes on Tat’s shoulder and he lets out a scream.

The wolf tries to open his jaw to release his friend, but I hold it closed, pressing his sharp teeth further in. Blood runs down Tats’ tattooed arm as he hollers in pain.

“Where the fuck is Burton?” I hiss. “Last chance.”

Tats winces in pain as I hold the wolf’s jaws in place. “He’s… on his way here.” He’s taking quick desperate breaths. Sweat pours down his pale face.

“What?”

“He’s coming here,” he says with a wince. “To find you. We’re the scouts. We were making sure you were here. The Dixon brothers, right? He’s bringing the whole pack.”

My blood goes cold. He’s not lying. If Dylan Burton is coming for revenge, then he will be prepared. I don’t know how many wolf shifters he has in his employ. Twenty? Fifty? A hundred?

I have to let my brothers know.

“When is he arriving?”

“Six days.”

He’s lying. I press the wolf’s jaw harder. He screams.

“Three days! It’s three days, I swear!”

I stare at him in shock. In three days we could have a swarm of wolf shifters and a pissed-off polar bear shifter to deal with.

My inner Kodiak growls, wanting a turn with these chumps.

You’ll have your chance soon enough, I tell him. You’ll have as many wolves as you can handle. Maybe even more than that.

A siren rips through the air and I get a bad feeling in my gut when I recognize the sound. It’s the firecunts. If their chief Quinton is there, I might have another shifter to fight.

“I’ll let you go and you change back,” I tell the wolf. “Otherwise, I’ll grab your tail and throw you into the fire that you started.”

The roof collapses in on the blazing bar behind us. It’s an inferno. Nothing is going to be salvaged from that mess.

I release my pressure on the wolf’s jaw and Tats whimpers as he lets his shoulder go. His mouth is dripping with blood, making him look demonic, but he does as I commanded and phases back.

The sirens are ear-piercing as the truck rumbles into the parking lot.

A growl rumbles out of my throat as I watch the firefighting crew explode out of the truck, grabbing equipment as they hurry. What’s the point? It’s a total loss anyway. Let it all burn to the ground, so this poor lady will have less cleanup to deal with.

A tingling smell hits my nose and then my throat burns like I’ve just taken a shot of gasoline and gotten too close to the flames. It tears through me, sparking my bear up and turning him frantic. I can’t breathe.

I fall to my knees, grasping at my throat.

The wolves know an opportunity when they see one and take off running. I swipe at Tat’s ankles, trying to trip him up, but I graze his charred jeans and they manage to escape. They jump on their bikes and take off in a slew of sparks. Their tires melted from the heat of the fire and they’re practically rolling on the metal frames now.

I stand up to go after them when something stuns me to the core.

Not something. Someone.

She jumps out of the firetruck and looks up at the fire in awe. It must be her first day. She has that dumbstruck look in her beautiful hazel eyes. I must have the same look on my face as I stare at her.

She’s dressed in full firefighting gear, that bulky suit hiding the beautiful curves I know are hiding underneath. Her hair is hidden under the big yellow helmet, but what I can see of her, I’ve already fallen in love with.

She has a beautiful face that’s now twisted with determination as she grabs a hose from the truck and rushes over to the fire hydrant. Soft plump lips, a cute little button nose, warm hazel eyes. Fuck, I’m love.

And so is my bear. He hasn’t moved or made a sound since we first laid eyes on her. I can’t remember the last time the impatient fucker lasted this long without making my life hell.

That’s our mate.

That’s her.

That’s the woman we’ve thought of, dreamed of, fantasized of, every minute of every day for the last thirty-four years.

That’s the woman who’s going to change everything. She already has.

Just one look and everything has shifted. My world is all about her now.

I take a deep breath and walk over.

It’s time to show her just what that means.

Chapter Three

Alyssa

Five minutes earlier…

I can’t believe this is happening. My first fire. I can’t freaking wait.

I have a huge grin on my face as I look around at the other guys while we race down the road. They look bored. Bored! How could they possibly be bored!?

My adrenaline is jacked through the roof as the siren rings in my ears. This is what I’ve been training for. This is what I’ve been waiting for since I first saw the movie Backdraft when I was nine years old. A fire. A real fire that I get to put out! I’m freaking out!

Enzo spots my bouncing knee and then looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Just excited,” I say, unable to hide my enormous smile. “It’s my first fire.”

“Keep your head out there or it will be your last,” Quinton says from the passenger seat.

“Yes, Chief!” I yell a