Free The Alpha's Pack by Tabitha Conall

the wolf would jump up and hurt her.
    And Jake. Jake was a masterful fighter, but Ted had more tricks up his sleeve than a magician. There was no telling what he’d do next.
    At least now they knew why he won all his fights. He didn’t let anyone come, and in the absence of spectators, he fought dirty. He must be very afraid of Jake to pull these kinds of stunts with so many witnesses. Either that, or he’d convinced himself he was beyond reproach.
    Jake pounced on Ted, biting his back and hanging on as Ted tried to shake him loose. When Jake did let go, it was to immediately jump on Ted again, this time biting him closer to the neck. Ted twisted his body and bit Jake’s hindquarters. Using his paws and strong legs, Jake pushed him back, forcefully enough that Ted fell onto his back. Jake stepped over him, pinning him in place, and grabbed Ted around the throat with his teeth. The Alpha struggled but couldn’t push Jake loose.
    Jake’s big eyes looked up at the crowd as though asking for acknowledgment. He kept his teeth around Ted’s neck for a good two minutes, so no one could be in any doubt that he had won. If he’d wanted to, he could have torn Ted’s throat out, but Jake chose the more honorable path.
    Sam wasn’t so sure he could have done the same.
    Jake released Ted and stepped backward. He remained in wolf form until Ted had changed back, then he also shifted.
    Sam’s body deflated. It was over. Jake had won. Which meant Sam was leaving Roanoke. But he didn’t want to think about that just yet. For now, it was enough that his mates were safe and the danger had been obliterated.
    “You have two choices,” Jake said in a booming voice. “Swear fealty to me, or leave the pack as a Lone Wolf.” He looked not just at Ted, but also at the other pack members.
    “I’ll never swear fealty to you,” Ted said.
    “Then you have until daybreak to pack up your things and leave. Anything left behind is forfeit.” That was the custom. “Where is Bridget?”
    Ted sneered. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    Jake advanced on him, hitting him at the same time he knocked Ted’s feet out from under him. The former Alpha landed on the ground, on his naked butt. “Where is Bridget?”
    Ted spat at him.
    Jake knelt and grabbed Ted around the throat. But this time, he looked up at his new pack. “You will produce Bridget now, or so help me God, I’ll tear each and every one of your houses apart looking for her.”
    A scrawny looking man stepped forward. “I know where she is.”
    One of the bigger men—one of Ted’s minions—grabbed the scrawny man and tried to push him back into the crowd, but Deirdre got there first. Her growling convinced him to let the smaller man go.
    Jake walked over to them. “What’s your name?”
    “Wyatt.” The smaller man fidgeted. “If I pledge fealty, can I stay with the pack?”
    “Of course. But only if you tell me where Bridget is.”
    “They’ve been keeping her at Marcus’ house. I can show you where that is.”
    Sam felt his muscles relax a little more. They knew where she was. They’d done it.
    “We’ll go there as soon as we’re done here,” Jake said. He leaned down and said something in Deirdre’s ear, but Sam couldn’t make it out. Then he walked toward the road. “Sam.”
    Sam turned to Chris and knelt on both knees. “I ask permission to leave Roanoke Pack to join my mates as a member of Stonewall.”
    Chris put his hand on Sam’s head. “I grant you leave.”
    When Sam stood, the two men hugged. “I’ll miss you guys,” Sam said.
    “We’ll see you often,” Chris said.
    Then Sam turned and crossed the road.
    When he reached the edge of the park, he got down on his knees again. “I pledge fealty to you,” he said to Jake.
    Jake put his hand on Sam’s head. “I accept your fealty.” Then he hauled Sam to his feet and hugged him.
    Sam tried to ignore that his mate was completely naked, his skin warm under Sam’s hands. Warm, and sweaty.
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