‘No!’ I yell and push myself away from Theo. I lunge towards Micah’s body, but Theo grabs me around the waist and pulls me back against his chest.

　　‘He is mine! Micah is mine! You can’t take him from me! I love him, please!’ I beg as Theo tightens his grip. Everyone is a mess and cries. My Mother tries to hug me along with Amara, but I push them away and continue to fight my way out of Theo’s arms. Alpha Greg zips the bag and lifts it onto the stretcher. He and his men carry him away.

　　‘You bastard! Bring him back! He is my mate. He is...