Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

I climb over the bed toward the window. Just as Tam about to jump out through it and shift, Iam tackled

"Your mate won't make it in time," my attacker taunts, his breath hot on my face as we grapple

But I see it in his eyes-the fear. He knows they underestimated me

We grapple on the floor, his larger body pushing his weight down on me, but I wiggle free, clawing out from under him. He grips my legs as my palm connects with his face. He growls but tries to drag me closer, but I roll, making his grip loosen. Lifting my foot, the heel of my foot connects with his face. He grunts and clutches his face, but I don't wait to watch him recover

himself. I'm already moving

"Zayn!" My soul screams for him, the bond we share a raging torrent of emotions. Fear, anger, love it all melds into one as I fight tooth and nail, to escape the packhouse only for another to climb the railing of the balcony as I go to run out onto it

"Never thought I'd die in jeans and a bra," I think wryly, my claws slipping free of my fingertips as I rake them across his face. It's a ludicrous thought amidst the terror, but it anchors me, reminds me I'm still alive, still an alpha's daughter-and I'm nobody's prey

Adrenaline surges through my veins as a deafening roar tears through the chaos. My heart leaps. Zayn. I climb the railing of the balcony just as more of Dane's men pour into my room

Seeing them, I jump. The ground rushes toward

me, and I bite my own tongue at the jolt when I hit the ground. Then another figure bursts through the trees beside the pack house. His figure scanning the surroundings, taking in Dane's warriors. Dad

"Get down!" Zayn's voice is a thunderclap of authority through the mindlink, and I obey without thought, dropping to the ground. A blur of fur and fury- Zarek in his wolf form-leaps over me, colliding with an attacker who had been poised to strike

"Zayn!" The relief in my shout is palpable as I scramble to my feet, but it's cut short by the sheer number of men swarming around us

Zarek's silver eyes meet mine for a fraction of a second, fierce and unyielding, before he's pulled into the fray when my father makes his way over to meThis content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Come with me, now!" Dad grabs my arm, the urgency in his grip matching the fear in his eyes. I cast a glance at Zarek who growls, tearing into one of Dane's men

"Go with him!" Zayn orders me through the bond. We bolt together, dodging snapping jaws and flying claws. But my gaze is locked behind me, where Zayn fights like the Alpha he is, a force of nature unleashed

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 05s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading!

"Too many," he snarls over the mindlink, his mental touch laced with pain. "Run with your father. Go!"

"Zayn, no!" I stumble, nearly falling as I witness him being overwhelmed, attackers piling on like wolves on a fallen stag

"Keep moving, Cleo!" Dad yanks me forward, his strength undeniable. But my heart wrenches

at the sight of Zayn-the man whose touch seared my skin, whose kiss ignited my soul- now fighting for his life because of me

"Zayn!" Tears blur my vision, hot and angry

The bond between us pulses with desperation, our connection a physical thing that I'm not ready to sever

"Go, Cleo!" Zayn's command reverberates through me, a mixture of love and something darker, something that tastes like goodbye. My wolf howls in my head as she tries to come forward, but Zayn's command rolls over her, making her wail in my head. I choke back a sob, torn between the need to stay and fight and the instinct to submit to Zayn's command when my father slaps me so hard my surroundings jolt

Only then do I realize we have stopped by the tree line

"Get it together. And keep fucking move!" My father snarls. I blink at him, and he raises his hand again to slap me when I hear Zayn's voice in my head. His command smashing against me like a sledgehammer, making my entire body rigid "Get out of here, Cleo, go with your father!" Zayn''s command is like an electric jolt lancing up my spine as he tosses the full weight behind It

My father, recognizing I am in a mindlink, drops his hand, then yanks my arm. As we plunge into the thick underbrush that lines the edge of pack territory. My legs pump harder, my lungs burn, and behind me, the sounds of battle fade into a haunting silence that tells me all I need to know

We're alone now. And Zayn-he's in the hands

of Alpha Dane