*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
*Ali POV*“Alpha, I really think we need someone to come and train the warriors.” Kane pleads. Wade frowns at the paper in his hand and looks over at me thoughtfully. He looks like he might actually say something, but he thinks better of it and looks over the paper again. Francis and Sammy have left the pack for a vacation. An odd time to leave if you ask me, but it’s not my place to question the Beta of the pack. Since then Wade and Kane have taken to training the warriors of the pack. I provide input but my task is not to train. My task is to protect the alpha, so at almost every training I sit near him and I either watch or I train myself with my weapons. They have a few promising warriors, but the rest are awful. What they really need is a solid trainer. “Ali,” Wade says, looking at me once again. “No.” I shake my head, knowing what he is going to say. “No, I have a mission. Your safety. I can hardly keep you safe if I am focusing on training warriors while you leave pack lands
I’m up early as per usual, sitting at my spot at the kitchen counter with my gear on and ready to go at a moment’s notice. Wade has been up and sitting in his office waiting for Alpha Liam to arrive. I nervously chew on my nails, waiting for the knock on the front door. I haven’t seen Liam since I was 18 years old. He was my very first mission. The only thing that rivals his fighting abilities is his ego. Liam is known throughout the werewolf community for being the fiercest warrior on the continent. His pack is strictly trained, eats only certain foods, and runs 50k daily after their shifts. He is frightening and sexy and the only man I have ever fallen in love with. Even if he wasn’t my fated other half. No Guardian bond break has hurt as much as ours did. “Ali!” Wade says, waving his hands in front of my face. “Sorry. What?” I ask, and he frowns at me. “You seem worried,” Wade says as he leans on the counter acros
“Ali!” Liam calls to me from the training arena. “Come and spar with me!” I shake my head no as I stand near Wade, who talks with a few of the guest warriors. Liam doesn’t like my answer. He jogs over and reaches for my hand, which I move behind my back. “Ah, come on, babe. Let’s show everyone how good of a fighter you have become.” Liam places his hands on my shoulders and pulls me towards him. Reaching across, I grab his right wrist, spin underneath, and put Liam in a submissive position. He chuckles at me and reaches out, swiping my leg, placing himself between my thighs. He reaches up for my arms, trying to pin them. I place my foot on his leg, duck under his arm, and kick with all my might, sliding out from under him. Shifting my weight, I roll to the side and pop back up on my feet. I step next to Wade again. I place my hands behind my back, at
*Wade POV*Having Liam here is supposed to be a relief. Instead, I feel like I’m in high school fighting for the attention of the popular girl who only looks my way because she has to. Ali is her own person. I have no claim on her. Other than this bond that I’m realizing is making my life harder than it needs to be. My head feels like a war zone of emotions that aren’t mine vs emotions I shouldn’t even be having for someone I can’t have. That’s what makes it even worse. Wanting to lay claim to her, to hold her close and make her mine, but knowing she can’t ever be. Unless, by some twisted fate, she turns out to be my actual mate. But until then I get to watch the man she loves relentlessly throw himself at her. To top it all off, he is the Alpha of the most prominent warrior pack. I’m just some weak lowly Alpha who needs protecting. “Alpha” Ali calls to me softly.I shift in the chair to look at her. She is propped up in my office so I can work and she can be near me if I need her fo
*Ali POV* “Robin,” I say, smiling as I limp into her room. “Ali!” Robin looks over from her bed, and her face brightens up. She still looks pale, but at least she is awake and smiling. I can feel some tension in my shoulders melt away at finally being able to land my eyes on her. I hate that she heals like a human. That’s how it is with born omegas, though. They get to know the werewolf world from the inside without ever fully experiencing it. I was fortunate enough to have been born with a wolf. Because they ripped my wolf from me before my first change, parts of her still live inside me. Like healing abilities, speed, smell, and strength. Tearing every part of her out would have killed me since we are woven together until the wolf can be their own unit and thus the change occurs. I was strangely blessed in that way. It is uncommon to separate a child from their wolf before the wolf fully develops since it’s essentially t
I’ve been wanting to check out training since Wade hinted about Liam being the reason Mason was so beat up. But where Wade goes I go and where Wade stays, well I stay there too. Wade has been in his office answering calls, making calls, and researching all sorts of things, again. It's interesting how one minute it can seem like everything happens at once and there is almost too much to handle and then the next is so dull I could poke my eyes out. “Yes. I agree, Alpha Nick. Yes, I am excited to meet with you as well. We will see you tonight.” Wade says into his phone. He ends the call and slumps into his seat. “Everything ok?” I ask him honing in on the dark circles under his eyes. “Yeah. Finally making some headway. We are heading to speak with Alpha Nick tonight over dinner. He is about an hour and a half drive from us.” “Who is going to keep the pack in order?” I ask him. I know us leaving, even for a few hours will make him worry about leaving his pack in the hands of Liam. “F
“Stop fucking around. There is no way you can know that.”“Samuel told me. He told me that when you get out, you will know it too.” Liam reaches for me, trying to pull me close. I feel sick and confused as I push him off. Liam is my mate? How would he and Samuel know this? How could Samuel keep it from me, and how long has he known? My stomach feels sick. Has he been lying this whole time to keep me as a guardian?“Ali,” Liam says softly, trying to reach for me again. “Stop. Liam, that’s enough!” I say angrily, my hands up defensively. Slowly, I back away from him and he stays rooted in his spot. I spin and run towards the woods as fast as possible, mind linking Wade.-Forest now. North of the training center-Wade doesn’t answer, but I know for a fact he will show up. I stop at a small creek that gurgles and bubbles over the large rocks, hindering its progress. Each ripple reflects the sun that refracts off its surface. This tiny little haven in a world that is feeling increasingly s
“Wade,” I say, trying to wake him up. He groans slightly and opens one eye, looking at me. His eyes grow dark with worry as he sits up fast and reaches out to touch my bleeding forehead. “Shit, is that from me or your own injury?” he whispers. “I’m not sure,” I answer honestly. I Take a moment to look around and notice we are still in his truck that’s turned onto its side on Wade’s side of the vehicle. I make my way to a standing position and help wade out of his precarious position. Wades effortlessly breaks out the windshield and we crawl out, surveying his truck, trying to understand what the hell happened. “Damn.” a voice says from behind us. Turning around, we find a tall man sauntering towards us with short jet black hair and gray streaks at his temple. He sports a wicked scar down his cheek and a lingering smirk. “Can we help you?” Wade asks. The man chuckles and shakes his head. “Looks