Free Emma's Alpha by Amanda Clark Page A

to Mike, she heard Mike growl in response.
    “You will be waiting a long time then, because Emma is my mate. You’ve missed me? Christ, Rachel, we went out for a meal once and I discovered what a power hungry bitch you were. I wasn’t interested in you then, and I certainly am not interested in you now. If you ever refer to Emma as a half-breed again, you will be sorry. Now get out of my office before I lose my temper,” Mike said.
    Rachel reached forward and placed her hand on Mike’s thigh, before he could respond Emma moved, grabbing Rachel by the hair and dragging her out of the office towards the front door, the guard on door duty opened it up.
    Emma deliberately banged Rachel’s head on the door frame on the way out before throwing her out onto the drive.
    “Take the hint you skanky bitch, he is mine and half-breed or not, I will fight for what’s mine!” Emma shouted.
    Rachel jumped up and was about to shift when Mike shouted, “Shift and attack Emma and I will kill you. You know you can’t attack a non-shifting being in your wolf form.”
    “I challenge her for the role of alpha’s mate,” Rachel replied.
    “I except,” Emma said and strolled towards Rachel.
    Emma’s anger and frustrations over the events of the last twenty-four hours boiled to the surface and Rachel was going down.
    Emma moved with speed and used a move she had learned in self-defense class. She had Rachel pinned to the ground, her foot lodged on Rachel’s throat, before Rachel knew what had hit her.
    “Move and I will snap your neck. I will not think twice about it, Mike’s mine, get used to it or leave,” Emma said.
    Rachel submitted and laid still. Emma slowly lifted her foot and turned to walk back inside.
    “Watch out,” Emma heard someone shout before she hit the floor with a pissed off wolf on her back and hot breath on her neck. By the time it registered the weight was gone, a large black wolf pinned the smaller brown one by the throat before ripping it away. There was a gurgling and gasping and then silence. Blood pooled around the dead wolf.
    Nausea rose and Emma gulped in air and rushed around the side of the house. She needed to be alone whilst she regained her composure. She sat on one of the garden chairs taking deep breaths. Where are you? Are you okay? M
    ike’s voice in her mind reassured her and she calmed. I am fine, I just need a few minutes alone. I’m in the back garden, she told him.
    There are guards in the woods nearby. I will come to you soon. I love you, Mike said.
    Emma took a deep breath, I love you, too. See you soon .
    Her nausea subsided and Emma focused on sorting out her jumbled thoughts. The swiftness of Rachel’s death bothered her more than her actual death, which sounded ridiculous to her own ears. It made Emma realise how close she had come to death, not just today, but both times Brian had attacked her. She heard a whimpering in the woods close to the garden. Walking towards the trees, the sound grew louder. The deeper into the trees she got, the louder it became. Suddenly a hand went across her mouth and she was lifted off her feet.

    * * * *
    Mike was still outside the front of The Den dealing with the fall out of Rachel’s death. Her parents had shown up pleading to be able to bury their daughter properly, instead of the disgraced cremation. Mike had relented and agreed to let them bury her in the family plot. He only allowed it because they totally supported and understood his actions.
    He was about to head inside, when a black Mercedes pulled into the driveway. It parked and a man stepped out.
    Mike recognised Marcus Wright from his file. He stood about the same height as Mike, though he was a little less broad. He had the same chestnut brown hair as Emma and they had the same chin. Emma obviously had her mother’s green eyes because Marcus’s were a deep blue. He’d looked at the file just yesterday, even though it felt like days.
    Mike walked over to Marcus, stuck his hand