*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,
The first warrior with the broken nose is back up and pushing his pain to the side as he reaches out and grabs my leg mid-kick, keeping it from its original destination in someone’s stomach. He tucks my leg up under his arm as he hails down my inner thigh with massive fists, pounding away at my muscles. I scream out in agony as the pain rushes through me. Pushing off of my one working leg, I use it and his hold to project my foot into his nose yet again and he releases me. I fall and roll away to the side when three guys come at me in unison. I groan in annoyance. These fuckers don’t want to play fair. Fine. An arm wraps around my face as he tries to subdue me and I bite down as hard as I can, taking with me a chunk of flesh. He steps back, covering his bloody arm as I spit his chunk of skin onto the dusty floor. The guy who has a hold of my arms isn’t quick enough to avoid the knee I shove up and into his groin. He goes white as he squeaks and then projectil
I gasp in shock as cold water trickles down my face. My wrists are sore and my cheek throbs with a menacing ache. I glare over at Samuel, who inspects the cup that once had water in it. He tosses it to the ground and saunters over, reaching out and turning my face as he looks over my mangled face. "You broke your oath, Ali.” He tuts, pushing my face away, and steps back. He runs a hand through his graying blond hair and heaves a heavy sigh when I don’t respond. Then he moves to the cell door. peeking out to look for someone. “Serge. Bring it here.” The warrior from earlier walks in, looking rough. His nose has a white strip over it and both eyes are bruised. Though he is already healing, I take pleasure in knowing I did a thorough job. He scowls at me as he produces a brown wooden box, my box, and I freeze. The warrior named Serge smiles, knowing that it means something to me. Samuel takes it and reaches into his pocket
*Wade POV* I hunch over, my hands on my knees, as I’m overcome with a sudden feeling of heat. It burns through my veins at such a rate I can’t even process what is happening. Slowly, the pain gives way to relief, and just as suddenly as it had come on; it is gone again. Sweat pours from every pore as I stand panting to catch my breath. I look down at my sweat-stained shirt and sigh in annoyance, I quickly take it off tossing it to the side. I’ve been a mess since she left. A few hours ago I felt a few slips in her mental barrier, but since then there has been nothing other than this random feverish pain that overcame me. She has to be fine. The few times I got her emotions, she was confident and cocky. Her usual self in fighting. I have tried and failed many times to mind link her through the early hours of the morning, which makes me feel much more uneasy. Could that be because she has gotten away and is out of reach?
I hate the idea of waiting, and with Samuel as my new guardian for the day, it’s impossible to get a moment to see how plans are going. I can mind link my pack members, sure, but that’s not the same as being in the throes of planning it myself. Everyone has to go about their day as if nothing is out of the ordinary if we want to pull this off. Including me doing mundane Alpha work when my mate is being tortured. “I almost forgot,” Samuel says standing from the couch and striding over to my desk. I lay my papers aside as I wait for him to continue. He reaches deep into his pocket and drags out a long silver chain. I swallow hard when I see the bloodstains on what I recognize as Ali’s necklace. The very necklace that kept her scent hidden from me. He swings it over and onto my desk, and it lands with a clunk right before my hand. I want to snatch it up and hold it close, but I’m not sure I can reach out without shaking hands. I glan
Francis and Liam are waiting for me on the outskirts of the woods when I land in front of them. Samuels’s men are looking worried and pacing around, trying to decide if they should join the fight or stay where they are. A few of Liam’s pack members show up and have a quick discussion and Samuel’s men run off towards the smoke. I look over at Liam, who nods us forward, and we move across the grass as inconspicuous as we can. “Alpha,” the warriors say, nodding to Liam, who acknowledges them as we enter the door. Ali’s scent wraps around my heart, tugging me to her. The smell of her fresh blood and sweat mar her sweet scent. I ease down the hall knowing that there are at least two more guards here that we can’t let see our faces, otherwise everyone is in jeopardy. The sound of muffled grunting and blows landing sends a chill up my spine as my feet carry me from slow and steady to full force sprint. I break through the little opening, ready
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