“Francis,” I say peeking my head through my bedroom door. He walks over and comes out to the hallway.
“Pansy,” I say handing him the cup. He takes it from me, bringing it to his nose and scrunching it in distaste.
“It smells so sour. How would he not notice?”
“I think he has been drinking it for a while. He's not consuming enough to kill him or anything. But definitely enough to disorient him and make it harder to control his wolf.”
“Ok. Does he need an antidote or something?” Francis asks, looking concerned.
“I’m sure he will be fine after a couple of hours of sleep. I need to figure out where it came from.”
“Look at you, not even sworn in and still taking care of him” Fran
We crash through the thick brush until we find the small cement building. It is overrun with weeds and vines of ivy that creep up its outer walls. The entire area is overgrown and unkempt. Wild weeds sway in the small breeze that tickles my nose with various scents of musky building and wild vegetation. To the left is a crumbled brick well with a broken crank that would have once been used to pull water from the well. Weathered boards lay loosely across the top, acting as a weak barrier. I put my hands on my hip and spin around, trying to understand how this place could be the new well. When I heard about the new well, I had expected something newer. Not this abandoned shed. “This is it?” I ask, unsure if I believe them. “Yep.” “Who is in charge of it?” “How would we know? We are omega kids.” Mason says, annoyed. I smirk, knowing all too well he is hungry and angry. I reach into my hoodie pocket and toss a granola
Wade POV My mind rages like a sea during a tumultuous storm. Pain ebbing and going on the outskirts of my mind as my beast ravages me mentally for control. He howls as he bounces against the mental barrier between us. Nothing I do calms him, no words can soothe the ache of his need to be free. Only two things are on his mind and he can’t decide which he wants more. Blood or mate. A hand touches my shoulder and it feels like searing hot pain, burning through my flesh. I growl lowly at whoever dares come near me in a warning. I am not safe around anyone. My warning goes unheeded as the hand rips away from me quickly. I try to utter words to make them leave, but all coherent thoughts have turned to guttural sounds of painful grunting. Someone places a cool towel over my eyes, and I sigh in relief at its
*Ali POV*My eyes bulge at the pain that blossoms through my shoulder trickling down my arm and through my veins. After tackling Alpha Wade to keep him from making a huge mistake, I expected retaliation, maybe a few punches or some wrestling, but biting? That I had not anticipated. I place my hands on either side of his shoulders as his eyes focus on me, becoming their normal shade. But I’m petty, and this asshole bit me like a rabid dog. I shove hard against him as he falls to the side and roll over him straddling his now prone body as he shakes his head in a daze. I raise my fist ready to strike him and he looks me in the eye. He holds no fear or blame for the fist that has his name on it. My fist hovers in the air as I stare at him then groaning in frustration, I drop my arm and jump off of him. His lack of response has ruined what mirth hitting him would have brought me. The noise in the room floods back into my ears as my focus now shifts to the disgusting sorry excuse of a werew
My words are harsh. I am aiming to hurt him, though. His words hit me hard and when I get hit, I hit back harder. I was a rogue once. I was innocent and so were my parents. My uncle did something unspeakable in our old pack and instead of facing the consequences, my parents and I were stripped of our Beta title. Our wolves were ripped from us, forever gone with a tincture of wolfsbane and magic. After living as slaves for a year, my mother could no longer handle the beatings, so we ran. The shots rang out in the woods almost as loud as the dull thud of the silver bullets embedding themselves in my parents’ bodies. The silver bullets were overkill considering our wolves were gone, but they didn’t care. They wanted them dead. Though me, they left to the mercy of the forest. His chest heaves up and down in anger, but his eyes stay true to their usual green. I can see the hurt there, and I feel a pang of satisfaction mixed with guilt. Though
*Wade POV* Ali is absolutely stunning with her green dress that matches her eyes and her stark black hair perched high atop her head in a chic slick bun. She looks calm, regal, really. Ali deserves to be royalty if there was a royalty hierarchy in the werewolf world. She stands across me looking stoic as per usual but I’m more concerned with what her dress is doing to me. The fitted top leaves nothing to the imagination as it perfectly highlights her muscular upper body. Her breasts are a sight to behold as the taut emerald green fabric firmly holds them in place. It flows loosely at her natural waist with a sensual high thigh slit on her right leg. Her perfectly toned leg peeks out from behind the chiffon with as much attitude as she always has, and I can’t help but smirk. Our eyes meet and I swear the room might as well be empty. There is no one else here but the two of us. Is this what it feels like to be bonded to someone? Even a simp
*Ali POV* A black wolf lunges for Wade’s throat the moment we throw the doors open. Before I can even move, Wade has his hand on the wolf’s throat, catching it in midair. Whipping it down with immense force as it crashes into the dirt with a thundering crack. Wade then breaks into a run and I follow his lead. The air smells of fresh blood and sweat as wolves tear at each other, their teeth bared. A small group of children hide under a trailer to the left of us. They must have been in the daycare center. My heart hurts for them. These poor little babies don’t need to be exposed to death and hate at such a tender age. Three large wolves spot the children cowering under the trailer while another one corners a young girl who is frozen in the center of the road. She watches with wide eyes as pack member after pack member fails to protect themselves and the ones they love. I hate this part. The part where a pack realizes just how insign
*Wade POV* I can feel her, but I can’t see her. I have been collecting injured pack members and taking them as fast as I can to the med center. There is a sharp pricking of pain in my head. A mental fog slowly rolls in, encasing me in a paralyzing moment of calm and agony. I know it’s her, the way the pain is reserved, almost subdued as if she is fighting to keep it caged. It’s seeping through the mental wall that sits in my mind, the one erected to protect her if I had been in any pain. Her pain must be too much for her to bear. I look around frantically, trying to get my eyes on her. Where is she? I realize I sent her with Kane and Francis to the border to be sure the rogues left. I spot Kane, but I don’t see Francis or Ali. -What is happening?- I ask Ali through our link. -Rogues have left- she says, even her mind sounds weary. -You are injured. Come to the med center to get sorted out- -I am fine- she says and I intentionally let my mental barrier down so she can feel my an
I place her gently on a ledge of the tub and grab her a towel to cover herself with. It’s less for her modesty and more for me to keep my breathing regular. I turn the water on warm and walk out to grab her herbal remedies and the salve for her wounds. When I get back to the door, I hear a clatter, and, trying to push it open; I find it locked. “Ali?” I call out to her. “I can bathe myself, Alpha Wade.” “I’m sure you are capable of a normal bath all on your own. This is a medical wound cleaning.” I say, trying to convince her of the innocence of the act. I may be achingly hard, but that doesn’t mean I can’t control myself. Maybe. “I will be fine.” “Ali, I promise not to do anything.” There is silence, and I hear her groan in pain. I place my hand on the door, trying to listen for her. The lock pops open and she slowly peeks out around the door. “Give me a minute to hop in the tub? I need to hear what you ar