Page 8 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Fucking mutts,” he snarls, his voice a guttural growl that confirms what we feared: he’s not human. He’s a rogue alpha.

Max lunges, catching Thomas’s arm before he can shift completely, but Thomas twists violently, sending Max crashing into a parked car. Metal crunches.

I don’t hesitate.

I charge in and ram him into the building wall, snarling in his face. We grapple, claws slashing, our strength evenly matched in the downpour.

“You came for me? You have no idea what you’re dealing with,” he spits, fangs bared.

“I know exactly what you are,” I snarl, ramming my knee into his gut. “And I’ve killed stronger.”

With Gunnar back in the fight and Max shaking it off, we overpower him—barely. The three of us take him down hard, using every ounce of our combined strength to keep him pinned.

“You’re making a huge mistake,” Thomas pants, his eyes wild.

“Mess with someone your own size,” I snap. “You’re the lowest scum on the planet preying on innocent children.”

We gag him, bind his hands in silver cuffs we brought for this exact reason, and haul him into the backseat.

“You can’t do this!” he growls, thrashing like a wild animal.

“Shut him up,” I bark.

Gunnar shoves a rag into his mouth, and I gun the engine.

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The driveto the quarry is a tense blur. Thomas doesn’t stop moving, straining against his restraints with a strength that would tear a human’s limbs out of their sockets.

“Careful,” Max mutters. “He’s got fight in him.”

“Let him,” I say. “I want to rip it out of him when we shift.”

The rain intensifies as we reach the woods. It’s the perfect place to finish this.

We kill the engine, and I bark, “Let’s get this done.”

We strip and shift, our massive wolf forms towering in the shadows. Thomas doesn’t flinch—hesmirks.

Then he shifts.

A monstrous silver wolf now stands before us—larger than we expected, scarred and wild-eyed.

He bolts into the woods.

“Go,” I growl, launching after him.

Thomas is fast, agile, and experienced. Every now and then, we catch his scent, then it vanishes again, lost in the rain. But he’s bleeding from earlier, and that’s what gives him away.

Gunnar howls. He’s spotted him.

We converge, fangs bared, muscles surging with power. I catch sight of Thomas ducking under a branch, but I’m faster. I leap, slam him to the ground, and my teeth sink into his neck.

He fights like hell.

His jaws snap at me, claws raking my side, but Max and Gunnar dive in too. We tear through fur and flesh until there’s nothing left of him but blood and broken pieces.

Together, we tear the abuser apart, limbs reduced to oblivion. When the attack is over, Thomas’s lifeless body lies in pieces before us, and the red haze covering my vision begins to disappear as my heartbeat returns to normal.

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