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
*Ali POV* A black wolf lunges for Wade’s throat the moment we throw the doors open. Before I can even move, Wade has his hand on the wolf’s throat, catching it in midair. Whipping it down with immense force as it crashes into the dirt with a thundering crack. Wade then breaks into a run and I follow his lead. The air smells of fresh blood and sweat as wolves tear at each other, their teeth bared. A small group of children hide under a trailer to the left of us. They must have been in the daycare center. My heart hurts for them. These poor little babies don’t need to be exposed to death and hate at such a tender age. Three large wolves spot the children cowering under the trailer while another one corners a young girl who is frozen in the center of the road. She watches with wide eyes as pack member after pack member fails to protect themselves and the ones they love. I hate this part. The part where a pack realizes just how insign
*Wade POV* I can feel her, but I can’t see her. I have been collecting injured pack members and taking them as fast as I can to the med center. There is a sharp pricking of pain in my head. A mental fog slowly rolls in, encasing me in a paralyzing moment of calm and agony. I know it’s her, the way the pain is reserved, almost subdued as if she is fighting to keep it caged. It’s seeping through the mental wall that sits in my mind, the one erected to protect her if I had been in any pain. Her pain must be too much for her to bear. I look around frantically, trying to get my eyes on her. Where is she? I realize I sent her with Kane and Francis to the border to be sure the rogues left. I spot Kane, but I don’t see Francis or Ali. -What is happening?- I ask Ali through our link. -Rogues have left- she says, even her mind sounds weary. -You are injured. Come to the med center to get sorted out- -I am fine- she says and I intentionally let my mental barrier down so she can feel my an
I place her gently on a ledge of the tub and grab her a towel to cover herself with. It’s less for her modesty and more for me to keep my breathing regular. I turn the water on warm and walk out to grab her herbal remedies and the salve for her wounds. When I get back to the door, I hear a clatter, and, trying to push it open; I find it locked. “Ali?” I call out to her. “I can bathe myself, Alpha Wade.” “I’m sure you are capable of a normal bath all on your own. This is a medical wound cleaning.” I say, trying to convince her of the innocence of the act. I may be achingly hard, but that doesn’t mean I can’t control myself. Maybe. “I will be fine.” “Ali, I promise not to do anything.” There is silence, and I hear her groan in pain. I place my hand on the door, trying to listen for her. The lock pops open and she slowly peeks out around the door. “Give me a minute to hop in the tub? I need to hear what you ar
*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 of 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 fuck?” 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, str
“And you’re proud of that?” Trudy asks, trying to hurt me. “How did you learn about the properties of the Pansy?” I ask, knowing she won’t answer. She leans forward and spits in my face. I smile nicely, readying myself to cut her down with my words when Wade steps up to me. He lifts his shirt, revealing his impeccable abs, and gently he uses it to wipe the spit from my face. My heart flutters at his action and the tenderness in his eyes. He then releases his shirt and looks at Trudy. “If you do not give us what we are asking for, I will put her in the cage with you.” He says, looking smug. Trudy’s eyes bulge in fear as she looks to Francis, who just nods in agreement. “W-why? You could just use your alpha voice and demand it.” Trudy stutters out. “I want you to tell me of your own accord. Don’t worry, I’ll use it at the end to verify you are telling the truth.” “I did it bec
*Wade POV* Her anger crashes like waves in a tumultuous sea, violently slamming into my barrier. It becomes almost painful trying to keep it up, but I refuse to take it down. Instead, I throw all my thoughts into the tingles on my arm as I hold her away from Frank. A laugh breaks from my lips at everything unfolding. It’s not appropriate to laugh, I know. But I can’t help it. She looks so damn cute when she is angry. “Calm down I whisper in her ear” she just looks up and scowls. I focus again on Trudy. Trudy, who is so desperate to be something she isn’t destined to be, that she destroyed her own mate and poisoned my entire pack. This woman has no idea of the suffering she will endure in these cells. Especially after the news Francis just got. After 4 years of trying to get pregnant, Sammy was finally able to tell Francis that he was going to be a dad. That excitement was short-lived after the doctor informed them th
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