Page 16 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

I flicked my eyes away from the two humans who were readying me for a move to the interrogation room. The bully who’d shown yesterday that he liked to inflict pain had walked over to Elie’s side of the room. My gaze burned a hole in his back. What the fuck did he think he was doing?

And then I heard it. I heard him threaten to violate my mate. I had been prepared for them to hurt me. I didn’t care about myself. I could deal with whatever they did to me. But my little Pixie?

Never.

Rage rose up from the depths of my being. Every part of my soul rejected the idea that I could allow my mate to be hurt that way. The need to protect, to get her away thrummed inside me.

The fucker stepped into her space, and she flinched, hunching her shoulders, making herself less of a target.

My vision started to go hazy with the rage that pulsed inside me, but I paused, on the edge.

Her scent hadn’t soured. She wasn’t afraid of him.

Pride in my mate swelled in my chest. She was so fucking strong. A queen.

But she was also a prisoner and even though she was well-trained, her body honed to be a weapon, she was still too vulnerable. With one jab of that shock-stick, she’d crumble.

Beast pushed at me. My fingertips ached as my claws extended. The seams on my shirt gave way with a pop, pop, pop as my shoulders grew. My vision was sharper, scents stronger. The sweat and fear-stink of the men in front of me made me wrinkle my nose. Ew.

Their puny arms pulled at the chains restraining me. I planted my feet.

And then the bastard who’d taunted my mate sealed his own fate. He chuckled. He fucking chuckled. He thought she was truly afraid. And to him it was funny.

HE WILL DIE .

The black tide rose over my head. And I rejoiced at becoming the creature I had always been meant to be. The one who could protect my mate. And once she was safe, she would be mine.