Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Guardian: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

*Ali POV* I chew on my lower lip as I look over my guardian ceremony outfit. It is the only time I ever wear a dress. And it’s not because I want to, but because I have to. I also didn’t have a choice in choosing it. It’s flattering, and I don’t mean in a small manner. I mean, it’s really flattering to my shape and my muscles. Which is why Samuel had it made for me. Male guardians get some version of a tuxedo. I, however, get a busty, emerald green chiffon gown with a slit up my right leg highlighting my muscular thighs. My only objection to it is that it wasn’t my choice, and it’s not purple. Which is my signature color since I’ve been told my eyes flash purple when I use certain Guardian techniques. No other guardian’s eyes do that, so it’s obviously just meant to be my color. A knock has me pulling my eyes from the dress and sighing as I walk over and open the door.   “Ali,” Trudy says in a flat tone. I internally scream. T

We crash through the thick brush until we find the small cement building. It is overrun with weeds and vines of ivy that creep up its outer walls. The entire area is overgrown and unkempt. Wild weeds sway in the small breeze that tickles my nose with various scents of musky building and wild vegetation. To the left is a crumbled brick well with a broken crank that would have once been used to pull water from the well. Weathered boards lay loosely across the top, acting as a weak barrier.  I put my hands on my hip and spin around, trying to understand how this place could be the new well. When I heard about the new well, I had expected something newer. Not this abandoned shed. “This is it?” I ask, unsure if I believe them. “Yep.” “Who is in charge of it?” “How would we know? We are omega kids.” Mason says, annoyed. I smirk, knowing all too well he is hungry and angry. I reach into my hoodie pocket and toss a granola

*Ali POV*My eyes bulge at the pain that blossoms through my shoulder trickling down my arm and through my veins. After tackling Alpha Wade to keep him from making a huge mistake, I expected retaliation, maybe a few punches or some wrestling, but biting? That I had not anticipated. I place my hands on either side of his shoulders as his eyes focus on me, becoming their normal shade. But I’m petty, and this asshole bit me like a rabid dog. I shove hard against him as he falls to the side and roll over him straddling his now prone body as he shakes his head in a daze. I raise my fist ready to strike him and he looks me in the eye. He holds no fear or blame for the fist that has his name on it. My fist hovers in the air as I stare at him then groaning in frustration, I drop my arm and jump off of him. His lack of response has ruined what mirth hitting him would have brought me. The noise in the room floods back into my ears as my focus now shifts to the disgusting sorry excuse of a werew

*Wade POV* Ali is absolutely stunning with her green dress that matches her eyes and her stark black hair perched high atop her head in a chic slick bun. She looks calm, regal, really. Ali deserves to be royalty if there was a royalty hierarchy in the werewolf world. She stands across me looking stoic as per usual but I’m more concerned with what her dress is doing to me. The fitted top leaves nothing to the imagination as it perfectly highlights her muscular upper body. Her breasts are a sight to behold as the taut emerald green fabric firmly holds them in place. It flows loosely at her natural waist with a sensual high thigh slit on her right leg.  Her perfectly toned leg peeks out from behind the chiffon with as much attitude as she always has, and I can’t help but smirk. Our eyes meet and I swear the room might as well be empty. There is no one else here but the two of us. Is this what it feels like to be bonded to someone? Even a simp

*Wade POV* I can feel her, but I can’t see her. I have been collecting injured pack members and taking them as fast as I can to the med center. There is a sharp pricking of pain in my head. A mental fog slowly rolls in, encasing me in a paralyzing moment of calm and agony. I know it’s her, the way the pain is reserved, almost subdued as if she is fighting to keep it caged. It’s seeping through the mental wall that sits in my mind, the one erected to protect her if I had been in any pain. Her pain must be too much for her to bear. I look around frantically, trying to get my eyes on her. Where is she? I realize I sent her with Kane and Francis to the border to be sure the rogues left. I spot Kane, but I don’t see Francis or Ali. -What is happening?- I ask Ali through our link. -Rogues have left- she says, even her mind sounds weary. -You are injured. Come to the med center to get sorted out- -I am fine- she says and I intentionally let my mental barrier down so she can feel my an