I thunder down the stairs with such force that anyone in passing presses themselves against the wall to stay out of my way. No way would I let this woman get away with treating me like some weak piece of crap. I sniff the air, trying to catch her scent and grow more furious that I can’t sniff her out. I let out an angry growl as I enter the kitchen. My eyes land on her as she looks up at me, confused, her teeth sinking into an apple.
Within a second, I am looming over her, staring into her eyes that hold no amusement or fear, just confusion. Of course she tries to look innocent in the matter. She has just offended an alpha whether or not I’m her alpha; it is a grave misstep to make fun of an alpha.
“Alpha?” she says, sounding strong and unphased by my presence. I hate her cool demeanor.
“Do you find it funny?” I seethe.
“Excuse me?”
“Do you find it funny?” I yell, my voice echoing through every corner of the house.
“Find what funny?” She says, irritated.
“How you are here to protect me? The weak Alpha incapable of protecting himself? Injured and weak. Is that what you think?” I can feel my wolf foaming at the mouth, trying to get out, begging to be released, and her eyes snap to mine. She can see it as well, but she holds no fear from me and it makes my anger grow. She must truly find me so weak that she doesn’t find me to be a threat.
“Alpha Wade.” she begins. I step closer, our bodies connecting as my chest heaves up and down violently. She refuses to back down as I press myself against her, trying to intimidate her. I have her cornered between the counter and me, yet she shows no fear.
“You do not get to laugh at me. Not over something you don’t understand.” I say through my clenched teeth. She raises her hand in a surrendering manner.
“Understood, Alpha” Her face contorts in anger as she places her warm palm on my chest again. Within seconds, the pain in my legs comes flying back in a fury so strong it swept away my breath and I stumble backward. She follows my movements and leans in close to my face so I can see the raw fury in her.
“I do not laugh at the injured, Alpha Wade. I gave you a sample of what a Guardian can do for their Alpha. We can share our Alpha’s pain. Take it from them for a while. Did you not notice how you could so easily come down those stairs? Ungrateful fool.” She mutters as she stands to her full height. I stand and straighten myself, wincing as I take a step forward. I hadn’t noticed the pain was gone, and now I’m highly aware of its return.
“Can you heal me if I accept you?” I ask, thinking out loud.
“It varies.” She shrugs, walking towards the front door picking up her apple on the way out.
“On what?” I ask, following her. If she can heal me, I mean truly completely heal my leg I would gladly accept her now.
“For starters, if I want to. And I really dislike you, Alpha Wade.” she plods down the front steps and turns to look at me. “Well, are we going or what?”
Ali insisted on walking around the pack grounds, which normally would be ok but my leg is more painful than usual today. I’m not sure if it is because I experienced what it was like to be in no pain for a short period or just one of those days where it acts up. Ali walks silently alongside me, looking over the buildings and watching everyone play.
A ball comes flying out of nowhere towards her face as she looks in another direction. Before I can call out to warn her, she turns her head slightly down and heads the ball directly up into the air. She then bounces it for a moment, back and forth between her knees. 3 young boys walk up, watching her in awe as she juggles the soccer ball. She pops the ball up one more time to head height, and she heads the ball towards the smallest of the group and he catches it in his hands.
“That was impressive,” I say honestly.
“Just some simple soccer tricks.” She says. “You haven’t shown me the training grounds.”
“Those are on the other side of the pack grounds,” I say, pointing over my shoulder. I’m ashamed to admit our warriors are lacking. They would do anything for me, but without someone capable of training them, I have found myself lacking in training them myself, though I show up daily with my uppers and we spare.
“Your training space should be in the center of your grounds.” She says, frowning.
“Why?”
“So that everyone can see. It inspires the young pups to want to be a warrior. They get an inside idea of what happens and it can build morale and support around your warriors.”
“Do you want to spar?” I ask her, raising a brow in jest. She looks at me, stoic as ever.
“You are in no condition to spar,” she says, continuing to walk
“Ah come on. I’ll be fine.”
“Alpha, when you are fully healed I will consider it,” she says, continuing on to walk. I can feel the tug of the mind link and I tap into it.
I can’t find shit. Francis pouts
Try harder than Francis.
I need more time
I’ll see what I can do
“Well, I’m good for today. I’ll head back, I have a call with the committee and I can’t wait to tell them how swimmingly we are getting along.” She says, turning to say to me. I snap my eyes to hers and I know she can see it, my panic at the thought of her leaving. Her face darkens as she walks closer, eying me suspiciously.
“How about I take you to my favorite spot?” I stutter. She looks shocked by the invitation and her steps slow.
“You look irritated, Alpha. Bad news through your mind link?” she asks.
“Nope,” I respond too quickly. I walk and my leg twinges again. Jolting forward a small step. She is next to me in a second, muttering under her breath, annoyed. I hate how weak she makes me feel. I shove her off in a fury. My one weakness is flaunting itself and I can see her annoyance with it.
“I don’t need your help,” I growl out. She steps further back, her hands up. I can feel a cold sweat on my forehead as the pain wracks through my whole body. My leg is far worse than it has been in months. I bend over, nauseated from the pain, and I can see her stepping closer to me tentatively.
“This injury is from the rogue attack? I don’t remember you being injured there.” I look up, startled by how gentle she sounds. Immediately, I regret the decision when I look into her cold eyes and I can see her pity. I don’t want her to know this isn’t an unusual occurrence for me. I can’t stand feeling weak before her, not when she is a warrior.
“It will heal soon enough.” I snap, dropping my head again. She sighs, kneeling down before me. Reaching out, she timidly touches my chin and makes me look at her. Our eyes lock.
“I will take your pain for today, Alpha. Not because I believe you to be weak, but because I should have protected you sooner during that fight. This is a penance for me. I’m not asking you to accept this offer. My honor dictates that I must do it.” She removes her hand from my chin, leaving behind it little tingling sensations as if being poked by tiny needles.
She places her hand once more on my chest and looks right into my eyes. Her hazel eyes shift and swirl again, flashing colors of green and lavender. This time I can feel it. The weight of the pain lifts from my body as my muscles relax. My body sings as if happy to be rid of the toxic pain from the wolfsbane forever stuck in the fleshy tomb of my leg. She gasps slightly and winces, breaking our eye contact.
“I need to head back to the packhouse.” She says as she promptly stands and turns to walk away. I stand with more speed than I have had in years and grab her wrist. I can see the pain in her eyes. The flecks of lavender look like they are glittering in the sunlight. Who knew pain could be so beautiful.
“Let me help you.” I offer sincerely. She smiles weakly and shakes her head no.
“I have my pride to get me back, Alpha.” She turns and limps away from me, bearing my pain better than I have ever been able to.
I hesitate for a moment, panicking. Should I chase her down and try to make her stay or should I tell Francis to get out? He has about 6 minutes if she continues to limp her way to the pack house, about three minutes if she runs. She stumbles in the distance and a wave of guilt washes over me. She took my pain as a penance for an injury she didn’t prevent. I lied to her and allowed her to take it, knowing exactly what she would feel. I jog over to her, watching as she steadies herself. Her skin is pale and sprinkled with sweat. She looks at me with determination. “I don’t need your help,” she says, her words clipped.“I thought I would walk with you since I’m heading the same way.” I offer. She just nods as she looks forward and trudges on. She is about as tough as she is stubborn, and after only a few days, I can say with complete confidence, she is one of the most stubborn people I have met.“Can I ask you some questions?” I ask.“Depends on the question.”“Guardian-related question
*Ali POV*Frowning in the mirror, I reach over to the countertop and put my necklace back on. I have always hated jewelry and I often have begged Samuel for an amulet like the male guardians. Their rings are large and gaudy, and each one matches their personality. Mine is 3 dainty metal chains twisted together with a circular moon locket. Inside the moon-shaped locket lives the seeds of a moonflower. The necklace has many qualities to help protect me. For one, it’s my mate's deterrent. I am bound by an oath to not find my mate until I am released from servitude. Taking the oath meant my ability to sniff out my mate was now suppressed. This is to keep me from leaving the heat of battle to protect someone that is not in my charge. The one I am protecting must always be my first priority, even over my own preservation. This is nearly impossible with the mate bond in place. The necklace I have is a scent suppressor, meaning my mate is incapable of smelling me when I am near. We can liter
I follow the scent of the Alpha for about a quarter of a mile until I come up to a group of people. I can see the top of Alpha Wade’s head as I angrily push through and freeze when I see what’s happening before me. In the mud are the young omegas I met the other day. They shiver in fear as Alpha Wade hoovers over them, demanding answers they are too frightened to give. Robin is covered in mud as her brother tries to cover her frame from the line of sight of the onlookers. Her shirt appears to be slightly ripped and her hair is matted to her cheeks as she sobs about being sorry. Mason looks feral as he growls like a beast with rabies at anyone who comes near. Alpha Wade grows weary of their crying and lack of answer as they hand him a whip and he raises it above his head. My feet are moving as fast as I can push them as I land myself in front of the shaking teenagers my back facing the Alpha. The whip comes down hard across my left s
*Wade POV* The moment she walks out of the locker room, my eyes find her. She looks stoic as usual as she eyes up the men training on the pitch in front of her. Oddly, I’m angry that she has dressed so scandalously. I look sideways to see Kane practically drooling at her when she treks our way. I roll my eyes. Maybe it’s a dominance thing. She is trying to assert her own by showing off her femininity? I’m not so blind that I can deny she is ripped. This girl has biceps that scream annihilation and abs so toned that I’m convinced she’s made of stone. I mean, really, do women get abs that defined? My eyes wander up and I swallow hard. She has a perfect angular face and plush pink lips that are in a line, looking disappointed. Her eyes are busy watching, assessing, the men who are trying to show off and failing. Snapping myself out of the daze, I clear my throat and whack Kane in the gut, grabbing his attention. He yelps and rubs his
“Wolf form,” Derrick demands, smirking. This douche thinks he is being so slick by suggesting this type of fighting. Me fighting her in my wolf's form is insanely dangerous for her, especially considering she doesn’t have a wolf. “Agreed.” She says quicker than I can decline. I glance at Ali, disappointed in her quick agreement, but she just smiles. “To the center, Alpha,” she says as she saunters away from me. “Damn it,” I mutter, following behind her. I know she is a formidable fighter and has an extremely high pain tolerance, but I’m certain I can beat her. Admittedly, I may be lax when it comes to training my warriors, but it is because I know my skills are enough in most situations to keep them safe. I remove my shirt, not wanting to rip it, and look down at my pants. These are my favorite jeans. Sighing, I unbutton them and slide them off, standing only in my navy blue boxer briefs, leaving nothing to the imagination of anyone in the training ring. I notice a tinge of red
I wait for everyone to clear out, and when I’m finally alone; I let my guard down. My leg quivers in pain as I wince, trying to get it to move. Each step shoots up and into my back, bringing agonizing pain. I grunt with effort, closing my eyes and forcing myself to breathe through it. I usually rely heavily on the strength of my wolf to help keep the pain at bay, but my control over him slips more often lately. In fact, it seems to be a similar thing to all the wolves in the pack. Everyone is on edge, grumpy, and quick to anger. I can only assume that it is the stress of the rogue attacks and the potential danger that lurks just outside our borders. I know that more and more lately I find myself hard-pressed to want to check the Eastern border near the meadow and spring. I make a misstep as I move down the stairs and tumble down the last three, landing with a dull thud and groaning in pain. “Fuck!” I yell out in anger.Why is it so bad today? I call for my wolf to help, but the mome
*Ali POV* I chew on my lower lip as I look over my guardian ceremony outfit. It is the only time I ever wear a dress. And it’s not because I want to, but because I have to. I also didn’t have a choice in choosing it. It’s flattering, and I don’t mean in a small manner. I mean, it’s really flattering to my shape and my muscles. Which is why Samuel had it made for me. Male guardians get some version of a tuxedo. I, however, get a busty, emerald green chiffon gown with a slit up my right leg highlighting my muscular thighs. My only objection to it is that it wasn’t my choice, and it’s not purple. Which is my signature color since I’ve been told my eyes flash purple when I use certain Guardian techniques. No other guardian’s eyes do that, so it’s obviously just meant to be my color. A knock has me pulling my eyes from the dress and sighing as I walk over and open the door. “Ali,” Trudy says in a flat tone. I internally scream. T
“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