*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
The guard’s body slumps to the floor with a wet thud. I step back to regain my composure, opening my eyes only to find a stunned Liam. Ali stirs, and I rush over to her, lifting her with ease. Without a word, I start down the hallway, Liam hot on my heels. “Have to admit, I didn’t think you had it in ya.” Liam whistles. I ignore him and walk on until we hit the door leading outside. Liam heads out first, peeking around to ensure the coast is clear. I steal a glance down at Ali while we wait, and I regret it. Anger floods back over me and the desire to go make sure all the guards are dead makes its way to the forefront of my mind. Liam pops his head back in, breaking through my burning fury. “We are clear. Let’s move.” I nod, and as quickly as my leg will let me, I run across the opening with Ali. Sweat drips down my face from the pain and I’m grateful the guardian oath was broken. It would kill me knowing she was getting m