It was Clint. My savior, my alpha, my love and my mate.
I could feel him even before he walked in. His whole essence filled the air. Already dressed for the ceremony, he smelled of lavender and a hint of clay. I was in awe at his look.
In a few seconds, the four guards were on the floor, bleeding to death. He was the Alpha, a trained one at that, so it didn’t take him to be done with a few guards.
We were alone. He ran straight to my side and began losing my restraints.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, looking furious.
I made funny mutterings. My mouths were still taped close.
Immediately, he removed the tape.
He touched my lips with his index finger. A rush of air escaped my lips as I gasped. He was going to kiss me. His eyes lingered on her eyes and then on my neck. I swallowed
