The Alpha's Guardian

Ali POV

A pounding on my door jolts me out of sleep. The cool air in the room envelops me as I toss away my blankets. I quietly curse whoever is at the door. As I move around in the darkroom, I rely on my memory and senses to guide me through the pitch black. The end o my bed makes way to a clear path straight to the door. If I can make it to the path, I can make it to the door with no lights needed.

"Oof-" I stumble forward over fabric that I know had not been there before as I lurch forward, hands reach out to stop my descent, but I slip through them, landing roughly on what I presume is someone's stomach.

"What the fvck?" The groggy voice of Alpha Wade says. I freeze in surprise as I scramble to find my footing. I continue to slip on the silky sleeping bag below and the knocking on the door raps louder.

"Ali?" Mason whispers. The door creaks open and the lights flood through the small opening landing on me, straddling the Alpha like a spotlight on the stage. Mason pushes the door open further, grinning. He crosses his arms and leans on the doorjamb. "Well, that must have been some bond," Mason says, looking smug.

"Wipe that smirk off your face before I murder you," I say to him through gritted teeth.

"Hey, I'm just here about Robin." At the mention of her name, his face grows tired and sad. Panic rises as Alpha Wade, who I'm certain is just trying to keep me on top of him, releases me and pushes me to stand.

"How is she?" I ask, walking over to him.

"She is going to make it." He says, looking much older than he is in the dim light. "Turns out having your mate with you, even if you are an Omega, does indeed speed the healing process."

"So Isaac wasn't lying about it then?" Alpha says walking over and pulling a shirt on. "They really are mates." Mason looks at me with a questioning brow, and I roll my eyes.

"Why are you even here?" I ask, turning to Alpha Wade.

"What, after everything that happened last night, you would kick me out so ruthlessly?” he grins.

This a*****e is definitely enjoying making this seem like more than it is. I groan in annoyance.

"Can I see her?" I ask, looking back at Mason. I decide that ignoring the handsome obnoxious man to my right is for the best.

"She is sleeping now. But I thought you would want to know. I came looking for you earlier, but Francis said you were hurt. Are you feeling better now?" he asks, looking concerned. I offer him a soft smile and reach out to touch his hand in a reassuring manner. "I feel much better. Thank you for telling me about Robin."

"Alpha," Mason says, clearing his throat. And puffing up his chest. "On behalf of my family, I want to offer you our sincerest thanks for saving Robin today. I know I am only a low-ranking Omega, and I'm not as strong as the others but, I would like to offer my services as a warrior of this pack."

Mason stands, looking proud and firm in his decision, even if his voice wavers at his claim. Alpha Wade looks him over and sighs heavily. I can feel his confliction through the bond as he focuses on Mason and his request. His hesitation forms in my mind like a seed of doubt. How can he trust an Omega to protect the pack if they can't protect themselves?

-Alpha. Turning down his offer would destroy him.- I say through our mind link. Wade turns to me, looking surprised. Realization hits him and I can feel his thoughts leaving my mind.

-I can't in good conscience allow him to put himself in danger.-

-We have free will, Wade. We govern ourselves and ourselves alone. Denying an omega their right to make decisions is its own form of captivity. Please let him train. Training isn't the same as fighting. He deserves to know how to protect his loved ones like how you try to protect the pack.- I plead with him.

"Mason. We will discuss this another time. Ali needs her rest so she can heal," he says, stepping forward and slapping mason gently on the shoulder. Mason nods as he steps out of the doorway and waves a small goodbye.

"I should check your bandage," He says, taking a step for me.

"Alpha Wade," I say, clearing my throat. "We need to go talk to Trudy."

"Sh!t. I forgot about that," he says, rubbing his face with his hand. "Let's go then"

I look him over in his sweatpants and raggedy old t-shirt and smirk. He must not realize how rough he looks right now. He notices me watching him and a small smile plays across his lips, his eyes darkening. My mind is gently immersed in desire and lust. "Fix your emotional barrier, Alpha. I'm not checking you out because I want you. You look like a mess. I'll meet you downstairs in 5 minutes." I say as I walk to the closet.

I slide into my brown leather pants, tank top, and tactical vest. Though I am technically always on the job, I only wear my gear when I'm on official business or knowingly entering a dangerous situation like scouting or border patrol. I slip my throwing knives into their slots at my waist, stick my daggers in their usual thigh straps over my pants, and place my sword on my back. Gingerly, I toss my hair in a ponytail and stick my camo baseball cap on my head.

By the time I make it to the door, Alpha Wade is standing next to it talking to Francis, who is looking like he just rolled out of bed. It is still dark outside, and I hadn't taken the time to even look at the clock. I slide a glance at the clock on the wall and inwardly wince 4:17 am. I offer Francis an apologetic look as I step next to him, slipping my feet in my combat boots and lacing them up.

"How are you feeling?" Francis asks.

"Ready to sort this out," I say as I stand from tying my laces and reach for the door. "Let's get this over with.”

The entire walk to the holding cell is silent. Wade's barrier is up, so his thoughts and emotions are silent and I enjoy the solitude while it lasts. It is mentally exhausting having to feel not only your emotions but others. An alpha's mind is much stronger and quicker to certain emotions than that of others, so often I find myself with a headache trying to keep my block up at all times.

We walk into the large brick building and move our way through the brightly lit hallways towards the back, where we find the jail cells. I can hear her before I see her as she growls menacingly at me. It gets old, the jealousy that comes along with being bonded to an alpha. Whether it's the alphas jealous of others with me or the woman jealous that they don't have a chance. it alls gets annoying and tiresome. Read more free novels at

"Trudy," Wade says coldly. Trudy refuses to look at him.

"We have some questions for you," I tell her.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"I'm not telling you sh!t," she snarls. "You stole my mate from me, you b!tch."

"Well, technically, I don't have a wolf. So I can't really be a b!tch,” I taunt her.