All Chapters of The Alpha's Guardian: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The stout older woman looks me up and down in shock. I can feel the dried blood splattered across the only exposed part of my face and I am sure I have leaves sticking out of my hair. My denim jacket has strains of green from prancing from tree to tree chasing the rogues. Not a typical arrival of someone in such a highly regarded role. But then again, I’ve always been a rebel. “Look, I am aware I'm a mess. I need to be taken to my quarters so I can clean up before speaking with the alpha.” I instruct her, pushing my way through the front door.“The alpha is on the way to the healers currently.” She says as she steps back, “The rogues arrived and he single-handedly led them away, sacrificing himself. I am shocked he survived”Tears brim her eyes, I can see her respect for her alpha, her genuine distress at the thought of him sacrificing himself. I find her loyalty odd. Omegas are mistreated and develop a sour nature towards their supposed wonderful leader. But this omega seems to genui

*Wade POV*“Francis, I need you,” I call through the mind link. Standing, I limp over to my bed and lean down to pick up a shirt.My chest is looking much better today, though there is still a sizable divot in my left pectoral. The wound itself is scabbed over and I’ve been cleared to move about as normal. I pull my olive green v-neck over my head and down around my waist just as Francis walks through the door.“What’s up?” he asks, closing the door behind him.“I want to know more about my supposed Guardian.” I don’t mince words. He gapes at me.“How am I supposed to do that? Records are locked down, asking questions to the wrong person can get you kicked out of your pack no matter what your rank is.” he stumbles over his words in fear. I understand his worries, but there is something about her I just can’t put my finger on and I have to know what it is.“I don’t know Francis. Search her things?” I offer a shrug before crossing back over to my desk.“Right. Well, I get you don’t reall

I hesitate for a moment, panicking. Should I chase her down and try to make her stay or should I tell Francis to get out? He has about 6 minutes if she continues to limp her way to the pack house, about three minutes if she runs. She stumbles in the distance and a wave of guilt washes over me. She took my pain as a penance for an injury she didn’t prevent. I lied to her and allowed her to take it, knowing exactly what she would feel. I jog over to her, watching as she steadies herself. Her skin is pale and sprinkled with sweat. She looks at me with determination. “I don’t need your help,” she says, her words clipped.“I thought I would walk with you since I’m heading the same way.” I offer. She just nods as she looks forward and trudges on. She is about as tough as she is stubborn, and after only a few days, I can say with complete confidence, she is one of the most stubborn people I have met.“Can I ask you some questions?” I ask.“Depends on the question.”“Guardian-related question

I follow the scent of the Alpha for about a quarter of a mile until I come up to a group of people. I can see the top of Alpha Wade’s head as I angrily push through and freeze when I see what’s happening before me. In the mud are the young omegas I met the other day. They shiver in fear as Alpha Wade hoovers over them, demanding answers they are too frightened to give.  Robin is covered in mud as her brother tries to cover her frame from the line of sight of the onlookers. Her shirt appears to be slightly ripped and her hair is matted to her cheeks as she sobs about being sorry. Mason looks feral as he growls like a beast with rabies at anyone who comes near. Alpha Wade grows weary of their crying and lack of answer as they hand him a whip and he raises it above his head. My feet are moving as fast as I can push them as I land myself in front of the shaking teenagers my back facing the Alpha.  The whip comes down hard across my left s

“Wolf form,” Derrick demands, smirking. This douche thinks he is being so slick by suggesting this type of fighting. Me fighting her in my wolf's form is insanely dangerous for her, especially considering she doesn’t have a wolf. “Agreed.” She says quicker than I can decline. I glance at Ali, disappointed in her quick agreement, but she just smiles. “To the center, Alpha,” she says as she saunters away from me. “Damn it,” I mutter, following behind her. I know she is a formidable fighter and has an extremely high pain tolerance, but I’m certain I can beat her. Admittedly, I may be lax when it comes to training my warriors, but it is because I know my skills are enough in most situations to keep them safe. I remove my shirt, not wanting to rip it, and look down at my pants. These are my favorite jeans. Sighing, I unbutton them and slide them off, standing only in my navy blue boxer briefs, leaving nothing to the imagination of anyone in the training ring. I notice a tinge of red