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
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. “This is it?” I ask, unsure if I believe them. “Yep.” “Who is in charge of it?” “How would we know? We are omega kids.” 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 can’t 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
*Ali POV*My eyes bulge at the pain that blossoms through my shoulder trickling down my arm and through my veins. After tackling Alpha Wade to keep him 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 and roll over him straddling his now prone body as he shakes his head in a daze. I raise my fist ready to strike him and he looks me in the eye. He holds no fear or blame for the fist that has his name on it. My fist hovers in the air as I stare at him then groaning in frustration, I drop my arm and jump 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 werew
My words are harsh. I am aiming to hurt him, though. His words hit me hard and when I get hit, I hit back harder. I was a rogue once. I was innocent and so were my parents. My uncle did something unspeakable in our old pack and instead of facing the consequences, my parents and I were stripped of our Beta title. Our wolves were ripped from us, forever gone with a tincture of wolfsbane and magic. After living as slaves for a year, my mother could no longer handle the beatings, so we ran. The shots rang out in the woods almost as loud as the dull thud of the silver bullets embedding themselves in my parents’ bodies. The silver bullets were overkill considering our wolves were gone, but they didn’t care. They wanted them dead. Though me, they left to the mercy of the forest. His chest heaves up and down in anger, but his eyes stay true to their usual green. I can see the hurt there, and I feel a pang of satisfaction mixed with guilt. Though
*Wade POV* Ali is absolutely stunning with her green dress that matches her eyes and her stark black hair perched high atop her head in a chic slick bun. She looks calm, regal, really. Ali deserves to be royalty if there was a royalty hierarchy in the werewolf world. She stands across me looking stoic as per usual but I’m more concerned with what her dress is doing to me. The fitted top leaves nothing to the imagination as it perfectly highlights her muscular upper body. Her breasts are a sight to behold as the taut emerald green fabric firmly holds them in place. It flows loosely at her natural waist with a sensual high thigh slit on her right leg. Her perfectly toned leg peeks out from behind the chiffon with as much attitude as she always has, and I can’t help but smirk. Our eyes meet and I swear the room might as well be empty. There is no one else here but the two of us. Is this what it feels like to be bonded to someone? Even a simp
Thank you all SO much for journeying with Ali and Wade through their crazy journey. Their story ends here but the fascinating story about the Ultima continues where we left off from the point of view of the Ultima and his future mate. Yes! Ali, Wade AND Liam will be present in the new book but they are not the main focus. The Alpha's Freakshow is NOW COMPLETED ON THE APP Click my name to see all my other books or search in the search bar for The Alpha's Freakshow! The Alpha's Freakshow: Human one day, wild beast the next. Maggie’s perfect life was turned to shambles when she was bit by an injured wolf while hiking. Six months in a mental institution undergoing torturous treatments have left her bitter and out for blood. With a little aid she escaped and found herself indebted to her savior, who happens to be after the wolf that changed her life, the elusive Ultima. After years of searching she finally catches a break. The Alpha’s Freakshow is the key to her freedom and she finally
**4 Years Later** *Wade POV* Ali walks through the office door wearing her annoyed face. Stalking over she tosses a manila envelope onto my desk, then takes a seat in my lap. I wrap my arms around her waist resting my hands on the small bump where her flat stomach used to be and snuggle into her. “How are you, my love?” “Annoyed. James, it would seem is incompetent.” She moans as she fiddles with the necklace around her neck. The this gold chain with a single pearl is the last family heirloom she has. It had been the gift Corbin tossed us before disappearing into the woods. It has turned into her constant fidget device to calm her anger. and with this pregnancy, she needs it more often than not. “Oh really? And what did
Sammy helps me step into my dress, pulling it closed behind me and zipping it up. The purple gown runs the full length of my legs and spills onto the ground in a pool of chiffon behind me. The fitted bodice accentuates my frame with a crisscrossing of fabric beneath my chest, giving the illusion of a cinched waist. The A-line skirt is given volume by the pleated ruffles that adorn the front of the dress all the way to the floor. In plain English, it's about as elegant as the word elegant itself. Sammy reaches up behind my neck pulling taut the soft lacy fabric from the front and buttoning it a the base of my hairline. I lower my hair back down and the curls bounce on the right side of my head. The entity of the left side of my hair is twisted to the side and pinned to the right to provide more volume for my curls. I clasp the cuff bracelet that Wade had given me before the ceremony, a gift from his
“Why are you here?” I whisper angrily, stalking over in his direction. I place my hand on his firm chest and push him back under the cover of the forest canopy. “I needed to see you.” He says, sounding broken. “Well, I don’t need to see you. You need to leave or I will have to kill you.” I seethe. “There is nothing you could do that would hurt me more than what I just witnessed,” he says looking me in the eyes. For the first time I look him over and I see just how rough he looks. He is covered in dirt and dried blood. The left side of his face has a gruesome cut that looks puffy and infected. “Liam, You need to leave,” I repeat softening my tone slightly. “You want me gone?” he asks. I can see the hope in his eyes.
After eating the best steak and potatoes I have ever had the privilege of putting in my mouth, Wade drags me out of the packhouse and down the front steps. His hands are entwined with mine firmly as he looks back and smiles like an eager child trying to show their mom a new trick. The moment we are near the woods he slows down and grins at me. “Dinner was amazing,” I say truthfully. “Yeah, it didn't turn out too bad.” “How are you feeling?” I ask as I point to his stomach. “Honestly, not too bad. It feels weird though, I’ve never healed this fast before so it kind of feels like my skin is constantly moving. Almost like it’s itchy.” “When do you need the dressing changed?” “Probably when we get back. I was hoping for a shower of some sort once it's at least not an open wound.” “I’ll help you with the dressing when we get back to our room.” “So,” he says, clearing his throat. “James needs me to head back with him in a week.” “Ok.” “And I was wondering if maybe you would want to
*Ali POV* Wade releases me from his death grip hug and turns walking down the hall, my hand firmly in his. He walks me straight to the kitchen, pulls out the stool at the breakfast counter, and pushes me onto it. “I am going to make you that steak now.” “But the rest of the committee is still waiting for you to come back.” I remind him. “Right. Well, I will go say my goodbyes and be right back.” He steps into me, leaning down, and captures my lips in a heated kiss. I move to meet his fervor as his mouth rivals mine. Desire spreads through me at the same speed as the sparks that flutter over my body with his touch. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip gently in a soft caress before pulling back and moving for the hallway, stalking toward Alpha Nick’s office. I sit stunned on my stool trying to bring my head back down from the heavens it seems to be floating in. Then clearing my throat I glance around the kitchen and see a grinning Robin. I jump slightly and cover my chest wit
“Do you know what happened to Alpha Liam?” Joseph asks “I stabbed him somewhere in his face, but we didn’t find a body” I answer “Shit.” James rubs his temple. “Well, we will try to find him.” “What happens when you find him?” Ali asks. I slide her a glance but she avoids eye contact. I love and hate the mate bond. I love that I have finally found my mate, but unfortunately for me, Ali still has a connection to her first mate. Even though the bond was severed and never acknowledged, that tiny thin thread will always be present for them. I try to restrain my jealousy, be a united front in the committee’s presence. But her concern for his well-being after everything is a hard pill for me to swallow. “That is up to Alpha Wa
“Mate?” The man in Burgundy asks, his eyes going wide. “That is correct. When Samuel was torturing me he destroyed my oath so I was able to sense my mate.” Ali says her eyes not moving from the woman. “Torturing you? The report we received is that you had gone rogue” The man in the navy suit says, looking around for any indication that Ali is joking. “Hardly.” Ali snorts. “Ok!” I say breaking in. “How about introductions? I am Alpha Wade of the Moon Shadow pack. You already know my mate, Ali. And this is Alpha Nick, the alpha of this fine pack and my good friend and trusted associate” “It is nice to finally lay eyes on you, Alpha Wade. I am James, and this is Joseph. And that fine specimen at the end of the table is Rita
*Wade POV* I walk out of the bathroom and spot Ali looking the picture of perfection as she frowns in the mirror. She tugs at a pink oversized sweater uncomfortably and I gravitate in her direction stopping just behind her. Her presence is magnetic now that we have marked each other, not that I mind. I’ve always had these feelings for her even when the bond wasn't recognized. Her eyes snap up to mine and she smirks at me. “Pink is not my first color choice,” she explains. “You look beautiful,” I say honestly. Even with her bruises and healing cuts adorning her face she is perfectly mine, which makes her perfect. “You’re biased,” she says, whipping around to face me. “It’s true. I am predestined to love you for all