Page 72 of The Alpha's Chosen Outcast

We grapple for a moment, him trying desperately to gain control. He’s no match for me, though. I am younger. I have superior strength. And nothing will stop me from saving my mate. I get him to the ground and lean in close before I end this.

“Your death will be the message the elders need to take me seriously. My mate is off-limits. Too bad you won’t be around to tell anyone else.”

I lunge for the assassin and get his throat in one swift clamp of my jaw.

It isn’t long before we all know he will never hurt anyone in this clearing tonight—or ever again.

The pool of blood spreading underneath him solidifies the fact. It’s over. We’ve won, and now Heather and I can get married without threats looming around every corner.

If she’ll still have me after all this, that is.

“Trey, get me off this fucking tree!”

I go around the tree and use my teeth to cut the ropes. She shakes free of them and goes straight to Raymond. The silver knife is still in his shoulder, and he’s whimpering.

We need to get him medical care immediately, but we’re in some tiny Midwest town in the middle of nowhere.

Do they even have a hospital here? I can’t let her lose her father when she got him back barely a moment ago.

I have to change to talk to Heather.

“Trey, we have to get the silver out of him. I don’t know what to do. There aren’t any wolf healers in this area. We can’t get him on a plane.”

“No, he definitely can’t fly like this.” I think about it for a minute. “Let’s get him back to your mother. She might know what to do. Wasn’t she a nurse before she retired?”

“Yes! Okay, what about that?”

She points at the body. This man wanted Heather to disappear. Now, I must make him disappear. I search the overgrown woods.

“Does this area get a lot of traffic?”

“You mean, like people? No, we don’t have any homeless people or anything in this town either. You’re thinking about leaving him here?”

“I’m thinking that the elders made this mess, and they should have to clean it up.”

She nods and puts her father’s other arm around her shoulder, and together, we help him to the street.

“I ran out here. Did you bring your car?”

“No. I didn’t even bring clothes. Neither did your father.”

He’s on two legs now, walking upright but still a wolf. I’m sure he can’t change back now, either. I don’t think an Uber would pick up an injured wolf.

Even after all the changes in this world, the idea of a wolf getting into an Uber seems completely ridiculous.

“I’ll call Logan,” Heather says. “He has an SUV.”

“Okay, that’ll work. He helped us find you, by the way.”

I can see her fighting not to roll her eyes when she hears this. “Of course he did.”

She calls Logan, and I pace around, still naked. I don’t have my phone with me. I’m amazed that she does, and then I notice that the phone she’s using isn’t hers. I think she actually took the assassin’s phone.

She ends the call, and I come back over. She’s straining, holding up her father, who seems to be getting worse by the second.

“Let me help you.”

“Trey, no. I don’t want Logan to know about the body. Take care of it and maybe—take his clothes.” She looks me up and down.

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