*Wade POV* Ali has seemed anxious all day. Anytime we were near the forest line, she watched it like a hawk looking for its prey. As if she was expecting an attack at any moment. Even now, as we walk back to the packhouse, her eyes keep darting around looking for some evil force that wants to sweep me away. “Ali” “Mmm,” she says looking over her shoulder. “Are you always this tense before stressful things?” “No! And that’s what’s got me even more on edge. Something doesn’t feel right. But I can’t place it.” “Everything will be fine,” I assure her. “Right.” She scoffs. “Do you know how difficult you are to guard?” “What? Me!?” “Yes! You are always running headfirst into dangerous situations. Rogue attack? You’re the first out the door. Sparring session with a jealous mate? Tap Wade in.” I laugh a deep, hearty laugh. I can see her point. “And don’t get me started on you
*Ali POV* Wade must have snuck in early in the morning, as I can see the calm rising and falling of the blankets on the ground. I have a strong desire to go over to him, crawl in and just be next to him, but I know it’s inappropriate. Not that blurting out to him I love him was all that appropriate either, but it happened, so there isn’t much I can do about it now. I quickly get dressed in my usual guardian attire, loading my vest and holsters with their trusty steel companions. By the time I walk out of the walk-in closet Wade is up and moving swiftly as folds his blankets. When he notices me, he offers me a tight-lipped smile. “Kane just linked me. Corbin is already at the border. He would like a moment to speak with you before the committee arrives.” He informs me. I can see his hesitation at Corbin’s request to see me alone. The question he asks with his eyes but verbally remains silent is the same question I’ve been trying to avoid an
“Samuel!” I say, surprised. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” “No? I’m a committee member, aren’t I?” he quirks a brow. “Well yeah, but usually they just send James, Joseph, and Rita.” I remind him. “Well, there has been a change in plans. It’s just me.” “What do you mean?” Wade interjects, sounding a little annoyed. “There were more pressing matters, so they sent me on my own. They felt I would be the best equipped to handle a meeting like this.” He looks back over at Corbin and smirks. Corbin stares daggers at Samuel, who reaches out for his chair and takes a seat. The tension in the room triples as Samuel smiles comfortably at a rigid Corbin and confused Wade. Ther
*Wade POV* Corbin doesn’t move other than to breathe while we wait for Ali to re-emerge from the hallway with Samuel, hopefully with him a little more in check. If Samuel doesn’t keep his cool, he will scare Corbin away. Then all the tedious planning I have undergone with Samuel and the committee will go down the drain. I intended to tell Ali last night what the plan was, hell I intended to tell her quite a few things. But between Francis needing me and the annoying check-ins from Samuel, I didn’t get the chance to squeeze any real-time in with her that would have been appropriate for sharing. Then again, when exactly is the best time to bring up the time she was going behind my back meeting with the rogue king? Or how the meeting she set up is actually a ruse to get him here so he can be captured and questioned. There are too many missing alphas for this issue to be just about trusting her and her instincts. My instincts
*Ali POV* I can’t even bear to look at Wade. My anger is much bigger than my love right now, and all I can feel is the sting of his distrust in me. I can’t very well be angry at him for keeping a secret from me, since I was doing the same. No, I’m upset that he questions my loyalty to him and the good of his pack because of the blood in my veins. Corbin has done some terrible things, awful really. I can’t afford him the luxury of excuses for his blood lust ways, but he is a rogue. And rogues act and react outside the normal realm of a regular werewolf. “Wade,” Samuel says, wiping blood from his knuckles as he appears at the door. My heart aches for Corbin and my pride is bruised for failing to keep him safe as I had sworn. Wade stands and walks to the door, hesitating momentarily. “We won’t be long and then I will be down to assist you in extracting the information we need,” Samuel says. The door crea
The moment I’m in my room, I trudge to the bathroom. I stare at my reflection, contemplating my options. My face is smeared with blood and tears that I hadn’t known were escaping. This seems to be a recurring problem lately, these leaky eyes of mine. I can still hear Wade’s fists, wet thuds landing on my uncle’s face. The sloshing sounds of the flesh and blood echo in my ears and make my bile rise again. That’s my family. My only family. I may not have forgiven him yet, but we share blood and memories. Memories of my parents and birthdays that I could never speak about out loud. I have had Samuel, and though he is giving and kind to me, he isn’t my father, and he isn’t my uncle. He is the man who saved me and trained me. He never tucked me in or sang me happy birthday. He didn’t make me cookies because I failed my spelling test and nearly burned the house down. No, that was all Uncle Corbin. The same deformed bloody sack of flesh hanging
I slip out my bedroom window, jumping the two stories down, landing, and then rolling to shield my body from the full force of the descent. I pop up into a light jog as I duck into the vegetation of the forest line and crawl up into the trees. Patrol has gotten better, especially since Liam’s men are alternating shifts with the pack. But no one ever checks the trees, I’m not sure why when they know how easy it is for me to work my way through them. I run along the branches, leaping from tree limb to tree limb until I can see the lights of the building in the distance. I survey the ground and crawl down from my perch among the birds and carefully stalk closer to my prey. It doesn’t escape my notice that there seems to be less patrol than Wade would usually have. Maybe they feel confident they are safe by containing the feared rogue king. When I am close enough, I can see why I had missed the patrols as there were all here. Including Isaac,
The first warrior with the broken nose is back up and pushing his pain to the side as he reaches out and grabs my leg mid-kick, keeping it from its original destination in someone’s stomach. He tucks my leg up under his arm as he hails down my inner thigh with massive fists, pounding away at my muscles. I scream out in agony as the pain rushes through me. Pushing off of my one working leg, I use it and his hold to project my foot into his nose yet again and he releases me. I fall and roll away to the side when three guys come at me in unison. I groan in annoyance. These fuckers don’t want to play fair. Fine. An arm wraps around my face as he tries to subdue me and I bite down as hard as I can, taking with me a chunk of flesh. He steps back, covering his bloody arm as I spit his chunk of skin onto the dusty floor. The guy who has a hold of my arms isn’t quick enough to avoid the knee I shove up and into his groin. He goes white as he squeaks and then projectil