Chapitre 3: Chapter 3

Someone cursed, and his mate-to-be—unless he got away from him—curled his fingers around him and lifted him off the ground.

The giant bear melted into a huge man. “Get out of my territory. Now.” Blood was trickling down his chest. He had to be insane. Alone against five alphas and wounded—did he have a death wish?

The rain fell on his naked chest—Arvid didn’t look farther down—but the blood kept oozing from long claw marks.

“Your friend is alive.” The bear looked at them, one at the time. His gaze was hard, his hands still clawed. Arvid took a shivering breath. So much power.

“We only came for the omega.” Arvid’s mate-to-be—unless he, of course, could get away from him—held out his hand with Arvid in it.

The bear’s gaze hardened. “I don’t care. You let the poor girl go or you take her with you—” Arvid gave a tweet. Girl? Take him with them? Not that he’d believed the bear would save him. He’d try to mate him too, and who wanted to be mated to a bear? “—and get out of here.”