Olamide Armstrong witnesses an unlikely murder. The problem is people that witness a man-wolf rip out someone's throat don't usually live to tell their tales. She is moments from being another animal attack statistics when fate decides to play a dangerous game.

Alpha's captive

　　A soft gasp escaped my mouth as Sofiane tore away at the dirt making the earth bleed red. "What are you doing?" I questioned out loud.


　　"What does it look like I'm doing? I am helping you out." He retorted.


　　"But I don't want your help." I continued digging, ignoring the maddening voice emanating at the back of my head telling me to drop the damn shovel and kiss him. I had never felt Candice overpower my senses this bad. Before now, I could very easily restrain her but the closer Sofiane got to me, the weaker the rein I had over the witch became.


　　"It does not matter." Sofiane maintained. "Axel is in no state to help you at the moment and it would take you forever to unearth this grave all by yourself as much as you resent it human, you need me. I'm stronger and faster after all."


CHAPTER FORTY FOUR