Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 127

Tommy (our FIRST chapter in Tommy’s POV! Remember: he thinks of Hycinth as Abby and Luca as Whiskey)

Abby’s screams continued…

Whiskey cringed, his shoulders rolling in together. With great effort, he pushed his chest out to straighten his big frame. Pupils blown, his eyes roved sporadically from point-to-point, looking as if his very soul was being jerked from his chest.

unning.

hit, the

navigated like a sleek machine, barely missing an obstacle before swerving deftly in the opposite direction. Careening masterfu

d with them only confirmed my suspicions.

n. He was the only one left standing, so he had to be the one.

a strange pressure in my chest. Obviously nothing compared to what they had experienced, but there had been something. And I wasn’t into self-denial. I hadn’t survived this

exterior position, I could see the action clearly.

Where they our reinforcements or part of the jackasses? I’d gotten a look at the rest of Whiskey’s friends if you could call them that back at the house but couldn’t necessarily pick them out of the crowd now. My instincts kicked in. Both of the men’s expressions were curled into snarls. No matter who they were, I recognized that expressio

ames yet, although I was pretty sure which one was Aiden. Collectively, growls and shouts rang out.

ckers cursed loudly as he dropped to the ground, hands clutching his knee. Unfortunately, four more jackasses emerged from the trees and moved in behind them.

g grea

ullets ricocheted around me, the thick trunk taking the brunt of the lethal impact.

ed Whiskey and Abby several months ago.

ies in constant motion, it was too difficult to isolate who was who. I waited.

of my neck and arms.

e back up, three of theirs and two of ours.

ugh my body at a furious rate, my pulse resounding in my head as I watched for my o

back several feet. It was all I needed. Ready, I eased the trigger. The bullet hit exactly where I wanted it, the side of his head. He fell to the side with a thud.

stupid fuckers forgot about me and my little gun.

e before his body folded in on itself and he dropped to the ground. Whiskey stood behind him, a bloody eight inch blade in his hand. His eyes

he jackass. Blood dripping down his chin. Samuel spat more blood from his mouth.

her feet.

ou okay?” he asked.

ed like she was favoring her right leg.

ble of inflicting that particular shape -claws!

g men, all of which had similar shaped wounds, both in their clothing and etched into their ski

idn’t have time to dwel