After Liam left, Wade went to his office, where he spent the rest of the day making phone calls and doing alpha things. Only emerging to grab dinner and then lock himself back up. I can feel him erecting his proverbial walls. Not only has he locked me out of his emotions and mind, but he is also now trying to create a physical distance between us.I know a heavy conversation is coming about Liam, about my sneaking around collecting information. Yet I don’t see how it’s any different from what Francis does. Wade doesn’t know who he talks to and sneaks off to meet. Hell, he doesn’t even know who Francis uses to collect the intel he gathers, yet Wade trusts him. Wade emerges from the office sauntering past me and straight to the stairs. I follow behind him and stop short when I see him walk into his room and close the door. My heart sinks realizing he won't be staying in my room tonight. I mean, did I expect him to keep sleeping on the floor of my room when he has his own plush bed in hi
*Wade POV* Ali has seemed anxious all day. Anytime we were near the forest line, she watched it like a hawk looking for its prey. As if she was expecting an attack at any moment. Even now, as we walk back to the packhouse, her eyes keep darting around looking for some evil force that wants to sweep me away. “Ali” “Mmm,” she says looking over her shoulder. “Are you always this tense before stressful things?” “No! And that’s what’s got me even more on edge. Something doesn’t feel right. But I can’t place it.” “Everything will be fine,” I assure her. “Right.” She scoffs. “Do you know how difficult you are to guard?” “What? Me!?” “Yes! You are always running headfirst into dangerous situations. Rogue attack? You’re the first out the door. Sparring session with a jealous mate? Tap Wade in.” I laugh a deep, hearty laugh. I can see her point. “And don’t get me started on you
*Ali POV* Wade must have snuck in early in the morning, as I can see the calm rising and falling of the blankets on the ground. I have a strong desire to go over to him, crawl in and just be next to him, but I know it’s inappropriate. Not that blurting out to him I love him was all that appropriate either, but it happened, so there isn’t much I can do about it now. I quickly get dressed in my usual guardian attire, loading my vest and holsters with their trusty steel companions. By the time I walk out of the walk-in closet Wade is up and moving swiftly as folds his blankets. When he notices me, he offers me a tight-lipped smile. “Kane just linked me. Corbin is already at the border. He would like a moment to speak with you before the committee arrives.” He informs me. I can see his hesitation at Corbin’s request to see me alone. The question he asks with his eyes but verbally remains silent is the same question I’ve been trying to avoid an
“Samuel!” I say, surprised. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” “No? I’m a committee member, aren’t I?” he quirks a brow. “Well yeah, but usually they just send James, Joseph, and Rita.” I remind him. “Well, there has been a change in plans. It’s just me.” “What do you mean?” Wade interjects, sounding a little annoyed. “There were more pressing matters, so they sent me on my own. They felt I would be the best equipped to handle a meeting like this.” He looks back over at Corbin and smirks. Corbin stares daggers at Samuel, who reaches out for his chair and takes a seat. The tension in the room triples as Samuel smiles comfortably at a rigid Corbin and confused Wade. Ther
*Wade POV* Corbin doesn’t move other than to breathe while we wait for Ali to re-emerge from the hallway with Samuel, hopefully with him a little more in check. If Samuel doesn’t keep his cool, he will scare Corbin away. Then all the tedious planning I have undergone with Samuel and the committee will go down the drain. I intended to tell Ali last night what the plan was, hell I intended to tell her quite a few things. But between Francis needing me and the annoying check-ins from Samuel, I didn’t get the chance to squeeze any real-time in with her that would have been appropriate for sharing. Then again, when exactly is the best time to bring up the time she was going behind my back meeting with the rogue king? Or how the meeting she set up is actually a ruse to get him here so he can be captured and questioned. There are too many missing alphas for this issue to be just about trusting her and her instincts. My instincts
*Ali POV* I can’t even bear to look at Wade. My anger is much bigger than my love right now, and all I can feel is the sting of his distrust in me. I can’t very well be angry at him for keeping a secret from me, since I was doing the same. No, I’m upset that he questions my loyalty to him and the good of his pack because of the blood in my veins. Corbin has done some terrible things, awful really. I can’t afford him the luxury of excuses for his blood lust ways, but he is a rogue. And rogues act and react outside the normal realm of a regular werewolf. “Wade,” Samuel says, wiping blood from his knuckles as he appears at the door. My heart aches for Corbin and my pride is bruised for failing to keep him safe as I had sworn. Wade stands and walks to the door, hesitating momentarily. “We won’t be long and then I will be down to assist you in extracting the information we need,” Samuel says. The door crea
The moment I’m in my room, I trudge to the bathroom. I stare at my reflection, contemplating my options. My face is smeared with blood and tears that I hadn’t known were escaping. This seems to be a recurring problem lately, these leaky eyes of mine. I can still hear Wade’s fists, wet thuds landing on my uncle’s face. The sloshing sounds of the flesh and blood echo in my ears and make my bile rise again. That’s my family. My only family. I may not have forgiven him yet, but we share blood and memories. Memories of my parents and birthdays that I could never speak about out loud. I have had Samuel, and though he is giving and kind to me, he isn’t my father, and he isn’t my uncle. He is the man who saved me and trained me. He never tucked me in or sang me happy birthday. He didn’t make me cookies because I failed my spelling test and nearly burned the house down. No, that was all Uncle Corbin. The same deformed bloody sack of flesh hanging
I slip out my bedroom window, jumping the two stories down, landing, and then rolling to shield my body from the full force of the descent. I pop up into a light jog as I duck into the vegetation of the forest line and crawl up into the trees. Patrol has gotten better, especially since Liam’s men are alternating shifts with the pack. But no one ever checks the trees, I’m not sure why when they know how easy it is for me to work my way through them. I run along the branches, leaping from tree limb to tree limb until I can see the lights of the building in the distance. I survey the ground and crawl down from my perch among the birds and carefully stalk closer to my prey. It doesn’t escape my notice that there seems to be less patrol than Wade would usually have. Maybe they feel confident they are safe by containing the feared rogue king. When I am close enough, I can see why I had missed the patrols as there were all here. Including Isaac,
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