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
*Ali POV* A pounding on my door jolts me out of sleep. The cool air in the room envelops me as I toss away my blankets. I quietly curse whoever is at the door. As I move around in the darkroom, I rely on my memory and senses to guide me through the pitch black. The end of my bed makes way to a clear path straight to the door. If I can make it to the path, I can make it to the door with no lights needed. “Oof-” I stumble forward over fabric that I know had not been there before as I lurch forward, hands reach out to stop my descent, but I slip through them, landing roughly on what I presume is someone’s stomach. “What the fuck?” The groggy voice of Alpha Wade says. I freeze in surprise as I scramble to find my footing. I continue to slip on the silky sleeping bag below and the knocking on the door raps louder. “Ali?” Mason whispers. The door creaks open and the lights flood through the small opening landing on me, str
“And you’re proud of that?” Trudy asks, trying to hurt me. “How did you learn about the properties of the Pansy?” I ask, knowing she won’t answer. She leans forward and spits in my face. I smile nicely, readying myself to cut her down with my words when Wade steps up to me. He lifts his shirt, revealing his impeccable abs, and gently he uses it to wipe the spit from my face. My heart flutters at his action and the tenderness in his eyes. He then releases his shirt and looks at Trudy. “If you do not give us what we are asking for, I will put her in the cage with you.” He says, looking smug. Trudy’s eyes bulge in fear as she looks to Francis, who just nods in agreement. “W-why? You could just use your alpha voice and demand it.” Trudy stutters out. “I want you to tell me of your own accord. Don’t worry, I’ll use it at the end to verify you are telling the truth.” “I did it bec
*Wade POV* Her anger crashes like waves in a tumultuous sea, violently slamming into my barrier. It becomes almost painful trying to keep it up, but I refuse to take it down. Instead, I throw all my thoughts into the tingles on my arm as I hold her away from Frank. A laugh breaks from my lips at everything unfolding. It’s not appropriate to laugh, I know. But I can’t help it. She looks so damn cute when she is angry. “Calm down I whisper in her ear” she just looks up and scowls. I focus again on Trudy. Trudy, who is so desperate to be something she isn’t destined to be, that she destroyed her own mate and poisoned my entire pack. This woman has no idea of the suffering she will endure in these cells. Especially after the news Francis just got. After 4 years of trying to get pregnant, Sammy was finally able to tell Francis that he was going to be a dad. That excitement was short-lived after the doctor informed them th