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 Wadeās head as I angrily push through and freeze when I see whatās 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, Iām 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 itās a dominance thing. She is trying to assert her own by showing off her femininity? Iām not so blind that I can deny she is ripped. This girl has biceps that scream annihilation and abs so toned that Iām convinced sheās 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
āWolf form,ā 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 doesnāt have a wolf. āAgreed.ā She says quicker than I can decline. I glance at Ali, disappointed in her quick agreement, but she just smiles. āTo the center, Alpha,ā she says as she saunters away from me. āDamn it,ā I mutter, following behind her. I know she is a formidable fighter and has an extremely high pain tolerance, but Iām 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 Iām 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. āFuck!ā 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 itās not because I want to, but because I have to. I also didnāt have a choice in choosing it. Itās flattering, and I donāt mean in a small manner. I mean, itās 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 wasnāt my choice, and itās not purple. Which is my signature color since Iāve been told my eyes flash purple when I use certain Guardian techniques. No other guardianās eyes do that, so itās 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. āAli,ā Trudy says in a flat tone. I internally scream. T
āFrancis,ā I say peeking my head through my bedroom door. He walks over and comes out to the hallway. āPansy,ā I say handing him the cup. He takes it from me, bringing it to his nose and scrunching it in distaste. āIt smells so sour. How would he not notice?ā āI 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.ā āOk. Does he need an antidote or something?ā Francis asks, looking concerned. āIām sure he will be fine after a couple of hours of sleep. I need to figure out where it came from.ā āLook at you, not even sworn in and still taking care of himā 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. āThis is it?ā I ask, unsure if I believe them. āYep.ā āWho is in charge of it?ā āHow would we know? We are omega kids.ā 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 canāt 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