Storm
Three black SUVs came roaring around the corner and screeched to a stop.
Thank God.
The doors flew open, and Alpha Doyle stormed out of the lead vehicle with Sean right behind him.
Neither man looked particularly happy about the situation.
Actually, unhappy didn’t even begin to describe Doyle.
His expression was murderous.
Behind them, six more warriors climbed out of the other vehicles, immediately spreading out around us.
Alphas.
Always arriving at the worst possible moment.
I barely had time to turn toward Doyle before he was across the distance between us.
He grabbed me and pulled me hard against his chest.
I felt the tension radiating from his body as he buried his face against my hair, inhaling deeply before moving to the crook of my neck. His wolf was close to the
