Free Wolf's Surrender: Part of the Immortal Ops World (Shadow Agents / PSI-Ops Book 1) by Mandy M. Roth

upright, growling loudly as he yanked her behind him in a protective manner. In the blink of an eye he was charging the guards, seemingly unconcerned with the fact several of them were carrying shock sticks. One of them rammed a stick into Brad and his body jerked but he didn’t go down.
    Holy crap!
    Her man was alpha through and through.
    My man? she thought, freezing for a moment at the shock of the idea of Brad being hers in any way. When she shook off the stunned moment of it all, she realized he was being converged upon from all sides by guards. Brad struck one and the man dropped his stick. Alice wasted no time snatching it up and thrusting it into the guard closest to her. The man not only jerked and went down, he started to drool too.
    Yeah, her man was a total badass.
    Stop with the my man thing , she scolded herself.
    Brad twisted, his eyes wild as he glanced down at her holding the shock stick. From his expression he looked as though he thought she might actually use the thing on him. That was absurd. She was about to let him know as much when blood began to trickle from his nose. Worry slammed into her. She reached up, touching just under his nose. With a shaky hand, she held up her index finger that was coated in blood.
    Brad shrugged, like it was no big deal he’d just sprung a leak from the nose. He grabbed her other hand and turned, heading in the direction they’d originally been going in. He practically dragged her along. She did her best to keep pace, but he was faster than she could ever hope to be. Huge pops and bangs sounded from what felt like all directions in the hallway. Brad whipped around and then slammed her into the unforgiving wall, pressing his powerful frame to hers, making her succubus shout with victory.
    Her body was so starved for sex and sexual energy that at first she didn’t realize what the noises had been. As Brad jerked several times and grunted, she understood. Someone was shooting at them and they’d managed to hit Brad more than once.  
    “You’re bleeding!” yelled Alice a second before there was a massive explosion and heat and fire swelled around them.

Chapter Eight

    Brad’s ears rang as he lifted his head, for a moment unsure where he was or who he was with. His head felt heavy and his body was hot, pain radiating throughout him. He tried to look around only to find his vision blurred to the point he couldn’t make out anything. He touched his temple lightly, trying to think, to focus on what had happened. Slowly , it came back to him. He remembered trying to make a run for it with someone.
    Who?
    His heart hammered quickly in his chest as he recalled everything. Alice. He’d been trying to get her to safety. To freedom. Something had happened. He’d been so close to the exit. So close to freedom and then everything had turned on its axis. The world had shifted beneath his feet and it had felt as if someone had dropped a truck on him.
    Not a truck, he thought. The building. The fucking building had exploded around them.  
    Frantic, he felt around his immediate area, still unable to see through the smoke, in search of Alice. His fingers skimmed over broken pieces of the building. He lifted a portion and squeezed, reducing it to dust nearly instantly, his emotions were so high. He took a deep breath in, hoping to at least catch her scent, but all he could smell was the aftereffects of the explosion and charred flesh. Panic continued to assail him. Had Alice been injured? Had she been killed?
    “No!” he roared, the sound deep and visceral. The wolf pounded at him from within, demanding to be free to hunt for the woman. With nothing more than adrenaline guiding his actions, he put his palms to the floor and pushed up. He hadn’t realized something had been on him until then. He didn’t stop to question what that something was. He used his worry and fear as a weapon as he burst free from the rubble and stood, his arms going out, his vision clearing slowly. He