~ Liam POV~The metallic clanging of the cell door stirs me from my restless slumber and I tilt my chin, trying to rely on my sense of hearing and smell to figure out who is standing in front of me. It’s a futile attempt as everything smells of dingy dungeon and the scurrying rats are making it growingly more difficult to focus. Hugo has been in every day for the past three days, doing his best to help apply the medication to my eyes and wrists. Throughout my stay down here, my silver chains were removed from my wrist and they placed a reinforced iron chain on my ankle, giving me more space to roam, which is better than being stuck pissing my pants on the ground. I press into the wall, using it to help lift myself from the ground. I tetter a little before putting my hand on the cool stone to steady myself.“Are you going to stand in silence in the dark, or are you going to speak eventually?” I ask “Have you tried to open your eyes at all?” Marc’s voice echoes through the cell, and I
Marc drags me for a short period, forcing me up what feels like wooden stairs before he knocks on a door. It creaks open and someone grunts before my chains are pulled taut again and I’m forced to amble forward. I glance off the doorjamb with a pained grunt before being roughly solved down onto the cool surface of a metal chair. “Have you been feeding him?” A female voice asks as she pokes at me with what I assume is her finger. “It’s only been two days, Uma,” Marc says, not even bothering to hide how annoyed he is. “Two days of no food is two days of slow healing, Alpha.”“Just shut up and fix him.”“I’m going to need to recoup the two days I lost with you not feeding him.” She snaps.“You have one. Focus on his eyes. They are really the only thing I care about.” He mutters and the door slams behind him. I can hear Uma sigh at my ear as her hands cup my face, tilting my chin this way and that way. She mutters to herself and walks away. The sound of clanging pots and pans echo thr
~Adriana~-Are you sure he isn’t there?- I verify with Axel through the mind link.-No, I’m not sure. But we have searched the dungeons and everywhere around and have found nothing. That doesn’t mean he isn’t here- -So you have nothing then- I sass at him and I can almost feel his eye roll.-How is your search going?- Axel asks, tossing it back in my face that I am also turning up nothing. -We have located the old alpha rogue camp, but they have stamped it out. Looks like it’s been a day or two since they left-- Keep looking for them- He instructs before ending the mind link. The cool thing about Axel being out with us is that he is still within the limits of the mind link. It makes it so much easier knowing he can speak to me immediately if they find any sign of Liam. “What’d he say?” Abe asks. I give him a side glance and look at the fire in front of us. It’s creepy as shit looking at Axel’s identical twin brother. The only discernible feature between the two of them is Axel’s
Billy’s eyes keep flicking over to Abe, who is sleeping next to the fire, refusing to let any of us look at his injury. Bea hovers close. Her fingernails are the current victim of her nerves. After almost losing her mom last year in the very fight that freed me and Axel, she struggles with the stress of people being injured.It’s one of the many reasons Axel placed her and Billy on recruitment duty finding wandering species who may need a home to bring back to the Freakshow. She can’t seem to calm herself when people are injured. “Bea, look at me,” Billy calls to her with a soothing voice. Her teary eyes find him and he sighs heavily. “I’m okay.”Bea walks over to where Billy and I are as I finish cleaning up the cut across his stomach. In the shifter community it’s uncommon to use human medicine on injuries but Sari, being a human doctor before Axel changed her, has implemented some things such as stitches, to help speed the healing process. Billy and I both were taught the stitchi
~Liam POV~The door slams open to the tiny cabin, and I am jolted from a painful slumber. I can hear Uma’s pleading voice from the kitchen as I blink away the fog and crust around my eyes. My body feels better than it has in days. My muscles no longer feel like they are made of lead and my mind feels clear as if the wolfsbane has been pulled from my body. I focus on my hearing, tuning in to the voices in the kitchen.“I told you I needed two days to have him healthy enough to withstand—”“Shut up,” Marc says, sounding annoyed. “You think I give a flying fuck if he is healthy enough to withstand it?”Silence falls over them.“You need him alive when you hand him off. Or else they will come for the pack.” Uma finally says.“Where is he?” Marc asks, sounding bored with her before his footsteps grow louder coming out of the tiny living room where I am seated on the couch.“Marcus,” I say, greeting him. His nose scrunches, and he looks me over as though I’ve mutated into some strange being
My body shakes from blood loss and even though I am being dragged, I can’t help but be grateful that I don’t have to stand any longer. My legs took most of the deep knife strokes, leaving behind exposed shaky muscles and mangled skin that itches as it tries to knit itself back together. Yet that isn’t where my pain radiates, no my pain stems from the gaping wound in my chest that makes breathing harder with every passing moment. Each painful heave of air produces a spurt of warmth down my flesh with a strange rattling wheeze from my chest. I should have fought to get out of their hold earlier. I admit it was arrogant to assume that I would have the strength and ability to escape during the trade-off of me going from Marc to the others. All that effort Uma put into my healing has come completely undone other than my eyesight, which Marc was so adamant about me having back. A low growl and shuffling in the trees bring about a better focus as I listen. Someone is here stalking us as I
Graham jumps at the chance to tackle me to the ground. My current bloody state be damned. I grunt in pain, thankful for the thick dewy grass that cushions my fall. I don’t even bother to fight back as he jumps on top of me and slams his fist into my face repeatedly. It takes everything in me to not use the vial I am clutching in my hand, trying like hell to not just use it now. It’s humbling as shit to willingly get your ass kicked. Especially when you are used to being the best. “Stay the fuck down,” Graham shouts in my face. I lay as still as I have the entire time, focusing my mind on breathing through the pain. Parts of me feel numb while others burn with a fury of a thousand suns. “I got him!” Graham shouts from his perch on my chest. “Look at me.” He growls quietly. I stay exactly as I am, flat on my back, head turned to the side. He reaches down and yanks on my ear roughly, dragging my face to look at his. “I’d rather your ugly face not be the last thing I see.” I choke out
My eyes scan for Abe, who is face down in the dirt, blood oozing from his head as the wolf he was fighting runs over and pounces on Adriana, pinning her in her spot.“Me! Take me!” I try to run to her, to get to her, but I can’t seem to move fucking fast enough. My wolf retreats into my head, needing to heal fresh injuries, and I’m left in my broken human form.“What?” Graham turns to face me, motioning for another warrior to hold my struggling mate down. “I won’t fight.” I rush out, my hands up in surrender. “Whatever you want to do, do it to me. Not her, please.” Graham laughs and turns back to Adriana and in desperation, I try to plead to whatever soul he might have left.“She is pregnant! Graham…” My voice breaks and the tears cloud my eyes. “Your fight is with me. I am on my knees begging you.” I drop to my knees, breathing hard and trying not to sob as Adriana watches me with mournful eyes.“Where was your mercy when I begged for MY mate’s life?” His nostrils flare as he takes
**If you have not read Books 1 & 2 this portion contains SPOILERS!** (Mate pairs are at the end of the author's note) Dear Readers, I want to say thank you all for sticking out the entire Guardian collection. It's not a typical series since each book has different main characters and for the most part, are standalone's but if you stuck it out and read all three THANK YOU! I am humbled. The Alpha's Guardian is my first werewolf novel (and only the second book I have ever written in my life) and I like to think I have grown since then. I have only been writing novels for a year so the fact that you all are willing to read and pay for the stories that have been stuck in my head means so much to me. I promise to take all your constructive criticism and kind words to heart and work to better my writing and my storytelling! A special shoutout to the readers for correcting noticeable mistakes I missed. I use two editing apps and still, mistakes happen. When you comment it helps me know w
The Blue Moon ball has grown in size every time it is held. Thankfully, it’s not a yearly event, considering blue moons aren’t something to be scheduled. Though Axel has his ultima year round, his ability to transform someone into a wolf is only available when the blue moon is out. His powers heighten in the week leading up to it but don’t peak until the moon is at its full height. In eighteen years, there have only been twelve full moons. The saying ‘once in a blue moon’ got its meaning for a reason. When we enter the newly erected ballroom, the chatting is at an all-time high and the room is full of stunning ball gowns and buzzing excitement. Billy saunters over with his mate Bea and they both smile brightly, talking to the triplets. Billy and Bea never had a child of their own. Whether it was by choice, no one really knows as we didn’t feel it was our place to ask. We next run into Emal and Ginger, who have left their only son Edgar at home with Jacob and Cora’s son, Miles and Al,
“Matty!” Giselle groans in annoyance. Her dark hair pulled back in a sleek low bun, her lavender ball gown making her eyes nearly an amber color as she scowls at her brother. “What?” he says, looking up from the television for a mere second before looking back at it. “You aren’t even dressed yet. Seriously, we have to leave in ten minutes if we are going to be on time,” she says, rushing out of the room, no doubt to grab her older triplets tuxedo and shoes. Giselle is the keeper of order in our house. For the past eighteen years, I was the one to raise the children. Adriana, being one of the lead warriors, was usually home when she wasn’t training, but when she went away on mission, I tended to these sweet kids every need. Well… I suppose these three aren’t kids anymore. I hop up off of my kitchen stool and move over to where Matty is playing his video games and unplug the device. He groans loudly but stands from his spot and gives me a mischievous grin that mirrors my own. Bot
“I must decline this honor this time.” Axel’s red eyes stare deep into mine and he tilts his head. While I know Axel is understanding of my position and my choice, it is very clear that his Ultima wolf is not keen on me saying no. Though ordinary wolves can not speak, Axel remains in unison with his wolf during the blue moon, allowing him to use his voice to speak. Though it is never anything poignant or flowery. More guttural demands and basic one-word usage.“Why?” He asks me. I stare right back at him.“I am not yet worthy in my mind.” He seems to think about this for a moment, then with a nod, he walks around the room some more, stopping in front of Francis, Wade and Ali’s beta, and his mate Sammy. I feel at peace with my decision. Adriana was right earlier today when she said she could feel me second-guessing myself. But it wasn’t her telling me to trust myself that made me stay the course. It was a decision I made for myself. I am tired of making decisions and hiding behind my
~Liam POV~“Everything okay?” Axel asks as I walk into his office.“Yeah,” I say, not giving him much and he lifts a brow, waiting for more of a story. “She had a realization that made her emotions go a little haywire. She was running to find me when I found her.”“Pregnancy hormones?” He asks, and I shake my head. “I’m not so sure. She admitted she didn’t want me to accept a wolf from you. She wants me to be able to find myself without one before accepting.” I explain and he makes a surprised face. “I wasn’t aware you were reconsidering…”“I’m not sure I actually was.” I sigh and plop down in the seat across from him. “All I want is to do right by her. Everything I have done since meeting her has been trying to be better for her. Trying to deserve her and everything she brings to my life.”“You deserve her, Liam.” Axel tries to assure me, but all I can do is chuckle.“I really don’t. She deserves perfection. Adriana is the freaking sunshine and happiness. I was raised being told I a
~Adriana POV~ “You chose this?” I ask, my hand running along the soft silky fabric of the gold dress. It’s stunning and simple. The sheath dress has wide straps and a square neckline, where it will be more snug on my breast. It tapers open around my true waist where chiffon falls in uneven strips over the lower half of the gown, giving it a royal punk princess look. “Is it… do you not like it?” Liam asks, sounding so unsure of himself. Liam, not being so confident in his actions, is so much more of a turn-on than he realizes. Where Liam used to be sure of everything and himself, he is floundering to do things for me just to be sweet and he is so worried he is doing it wrong. I spin to face him and put my arms out, calling him to me with a wry smile. “Liam,” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck. “It is the only dress in the world I will ever want to wear again. I love it, almost more than I love you.” He grins, a twinkle of satisfaction and a shimmer of pride as he wraps his ar
I walk with Adriana down to the training field. I may not be allowed to do anything strenuous, but I can go for walks and watch my mate be a kick-ass fighter, pregnant belly and all. It’s strange being human. I knew a lot would change, but what I didn’t expect was an eerie sense of peace without my wolf. Where I felt hollow for weeks, I’m now finding peace in the solace. There is no animalistic urge that is overcome with anger and irrational mood swings. I’m just more… human. There is no other way to explain it than that. It’s funny, when I lived in the city there were so many humans looking lost like they were missing something. Maybe it’s the mate bond or maybe it’s just the woman I get to have at my side, but I want for nothing. Okay, occasionally I miss what I had. I will always miss my wolf. He was a part of me, but the longer I am without him, the more I realize he was someone I tried to hide behind. It was so easy to shut myself off emotionally and let him take the reins. Adr
“So it was Uma?” Adriana asks, slumping into one of Axel’s overstuffed chairs. “But that doesn’t make sense. She saved him.” “She was forced.” Gwen explains over the phone line, “And then she was afraid to say anything. She hasn’t left her home since it happened.” I can feel Gwen’s distress over the situation. Which is understandable. This is Gwen’s first real Luna ask where she and her mate may have to be responsible for the punishment coming to their top healing due to circumstances none of them made. Marc had made them. He always loved fucking up people’s lives and here he is from the grave, doing it again. “Is she there?” I ask, remaining calm. Which feels like a feat. “She is,” Hugo says. My eyes snap to Adriana, who looks sick and conflicted as she rubs her tummy. “Uma, I want you to explain it to me.” I sigh. “Alpha Liam…” “I have told you before, I’m not an Alpha and now I am an omega. Refer to me as Liam,” I snap at her, hating how the word omega tastes on my tongue. “
“Tell me everything,” Axel says, taking a seat and gripping a pen in his hand. Clearly, Adriana didn't have to wake him up. I regal him with the entire story and watch Adriana as she hears the full version for the first time. I tell them both how I believe that, though my mother started her own suicide, Marc was the one to finish it. No details are spared as I explain Marc’s reasons for hating me and wanting me dead, though I know this won’t help us solve anything but if I’m telling the story, I may as well tell the whale thing to the only two people willing enough to ask for it. “And you tried to get a hold of her?” he asks me, raising a brow. “Yes, multiple times,” I say, nodding. Axel looks like he is in deep thought before he leans back and steeples his hands. “But you got no response? Not even a sound?” Axel is asking. “Uh, there was a strange static noise,” I recall thinking deep on the matter. Axel frowns and shakes his head. “Static? Like an old tv?” Adriana asks.