The Alpha's Guardian

Ali POV

My eyes bulge at the pain that blossoms on my shoulder. After tackling Alpha Wade from making a huge mistake, I expected retaliation, maybe a few punches or some wrestling, but biting? That I had not anticipated. I place my hands on either side of his shoulders as his eyes focus on me, becoming their normal shade. But I'm petty, and this asshole bit me like a rabid dog.

I Shove hard against him as he falls to the side. I roll over him and straddle his now prone body as he shakes his head in a daze. Raising my fist as he looks me in the eye. He holds no fear or blame for the fist that has his name on it. After a moment of breathing heavily, I drop my arm and stand up off of him. His lack of response has ruined what mirth hitting him would have brought me. The noise in the room floods back into my ears as my focus now shifts to the disgusting sorry excuse of a werewolf whimpering on the bed.

"Get up," I say short-tempered. She crawls further from me, up towards the head of the bed. I lean forward and snatch her ankle as she thrashes around screeching. I yank her towards me and she curls into a ball, sobbing. Robin stands next to me, shaking with fury. "Shut up already." I groan, annoyed. "I'm not going to hurt you" she stops and peeks out from behind her hands at me. Her eyes fall on the bite mark on my shoulder and she lunges for me, screaming. I thrust my hand out, catching her by her throat, and pull her close while she punches at my wrist looking for release.

"I said I would not hurt you and yet you attack me when my guard is down?" She whimpers as I toss her like a rag doll to the floor. I know she is putting on a show. She has a wolf and her pain tolerance is much higher than that of an omega or human. Training taught pain tolerance to me, hers she was born with, yet she acts like a weak little pup.

"Ali" Wade's voice is soft as he lifts himself from the ground. I gulp when I look him over. His abs are on full display, flexing as he tries to keep his balance and his jeans are sitting low on his waist, exposing the top part of his boxer. He glances down and quickly buttons them up and I have to mentally shake the hold. Damn him and his ruggedly handsome looks.

"Alpha," I say, my voice flat. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've gone 5 rounds with Mike Tyson. My wolf is drained and so am I." He says as he leans on the chair by my desk. I glance around, remembering we are in my room and shiver in disgust.

"You couldn't have gone to your room for your unholy s3x?" I say, looking back at him, feeling disappointed. This is supposed to be someone worthy of my protection, yet he keeps proving to be tiresome, problematic and someone who is an arrogant pig. I sigh heavily as I walk to the door and pull it open.

"Francis!" I bellow through the hall. I wait until he pops his head out of his room and I motion for him to come to us. I walk back in, leaving the door open as we all sit in awkward silence until Francis appears in the doorway.

"What's up?" he asks, looking around. His eyes land on a scared Trudy, scanning over to the panting half-naked Alpha and finally landing on me and quirking a brow at the set of teeth marks on the crest of my shoulder. I ignore his interest in it.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

"Alpha Wade," I say, sighing and turning to face him. "The flower that I think Trudy was using has completely disoriented you. Your actions were not your own or your wolves. You are only partially responsible, so to feel guilt over something you had no control over is useless. However, to ensure you don't go marking random tramps, you will remain resting in here until it is time to get ready."

"Do you really think Trudy did this?" he says, sounding doubtful.

"Alone? No. with help? I 100% believe she did and I think she used her mate to pull it off. What I don't know yet is how she came up with the thought. It's not a widely known toxin for wolves. It takes a lot over a long period and it rarely kills people. Its use is completely irrelevant-"

"Unless someone wants to use it to confuse us and make our wolves act up, making us unpredictable and useless." he finishes. Finally, I'm seeing some brains.

"Exactly. I think someone knew what they were doing and used Trudy's greed to get the job done."

"No," he says, shaking his head. "No way. There is no Rogue King," he says, following my train of thought.

"There is." I insist.

"Stop being ridiculous." he spits out angrily.

"Stop being oblivious." I retort, coolly.

"What the hell would a 'Rogue King' want from me? Hell, what would he want in general? Hmm? Chaos and darkness?" he says, growing irate. Clearly, his wolf is still a little aggressive in there. "Rogues aren't all bad."

"Aren't they though?" He shoots back, standing from the bed and crossing the room to where I am. I can see his anger, as he does nothing to hide it. I sigh as I rub my neck. Must everything always be a fight? "Look. I get you are an Alpha. You are big and bad and strong, Go you." I say sarcastically. "But I need you to understand that you are out of your element here. This is my world we are entering. This is what I eat, sleep, and breathe. Don't you dare get all high and mighty with me when it comes to things I am knowledgeable about, things I have spent more than half my life learning and training for. Not. All. Rogues are bad." I step up to him bringing us chest to chest as he peers down into my eyes. "Please don't act like you know a single thing about me and what I do and don't know. Rogues are the scourge of the werewolf world. They are the filth on the bottom of our paws that we so easily wash away in the river beds." His words are dripping with malice. "Oh what? Your one experience with them colored your opinion of every rogue then? Hmm? What about the ones that run away to escape the slavery that is forced upon them as omegas? What about the ones who are kicked out of their pack for a wrong they didn't commit, but someone else in their family did? Is everyone with the title of rogue to be held accountable for the injury that rendered you lame?" his eyes flash in hurt before morphing into anger.