All Chapters of Torn Between The Alpha and His Bodyguard: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Tatum*The loud clinking from the kitchen has me creeping out of my bedroom in search of River, my usually quieter roommate. It’s barely six in the morning, far earlier than either of us ever get up, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t happy she wasn’t able to sleep either. She was passed out on the couch last night when I got home from work, so I haven’t had the chance to tell her the good news yet. I have a date. And it’s not just with any ordinary person.I half expect her to freak out when she sees me come around the corner. I was not, however, even remotely prepared for the handsome, well-dressed man leaning against my kitchen counter. Panic creeps up my spine as I blink at him.His dark eyes lift from the cellphone in his hand and a smile grows on his face when he notices me. In an instant he straightens up, places his phone down and saunters over, stuffing his hands in his pressed suit pant pockets.He’s not a stranger. No, this is the very handsome man I’ve been chatting

“Don’t call me that” I frown and turn on my heels, leaving him behind me.“Why not?” He asks my back.“Only my friends call me that.”“We used to be friends,” he retorts, coming into my room behind me and I snort a dry laugh.“Yes, well, used to being the operative words there,”He says nothing as I search my closet. “What are you doing?” River asks, sauntering through the doorway as I grab out my suitcase and plop my new items inside it. I flick my eyes to meet hers, not stopping what I am doing.“I am packing.” I announce with a sigh before spinning away and grabbing a sweater. Then a shudder of excitement ripples through me and I bite my lip, stopping to face her with a smile barely suppressed on my face. Her eyes scan me, trying to decipher how she should react before she grins widely and squeals while jumping up and down. “He invited you?!” Her mouth hangs wide open as I nod my head and giggle. “Holy shit! Of course he did! He would have to be a moron not to.”“Stop it.” I fake

We drive in silence for the rest of the trip, Tatum growing more anxious by the minute as she checks her phone, and looks out the window regularly. I find myself looking at her more than I should, my eyes lingering, and I try to convince myself it’s because it’s been so long. Seeing her has brought back many emotions I never dealt with. Memories I buried without so much as thinking I would ever have to face them again. Yeah, that’s all it is. The memories, not the curve of her lips when she smiles anxiously to herself. It’s not the way the light bounces off her perfectly smooth skin or gleams in her hair. No. It’s the memories and once we get there, I won’t have to be troubled to be near her enough to worry about those.“We are here,” I tell her, my eyes connecting with hers as she looks up from her phone and then she glances out the window, perking up. The excitement on her face as we turn into the Fallen Star Pack is contagious, as I struggle to hide my grin and watch the road ahe

“Shit,” Artemis mutters, rushing forward, as he crouches down and turns Maverick’s head to the side, inspecting the injury. “He should have seen a healer, the stubborn idiot.” “I tried to get him to see them…” I whisper, trying not to show my internal panic. Maverick was in a rather intimate position with me now that I think about it. On his knees, hands on my body…I swallow roughly. What the hell was I thinking? “Oh, I believe you. I'm quite surprised he let you even help,” He says, standing and placing a hand on his hip before he exhales loudly. “Maverick never sees the healer unless he has to. And by has to, I mean when I order him to.” My eyes widen a little in surprise. “Why? Does he just not like healers?” I ask Artemis, who shrugs. “He has never really given anyone an answer, and it’s not really our place to ask,” He says, walking around Maverick before motioning for me to come over. “Here, help me get him up. We can’t leave him on the bathroom floor.” I want to tell him

*Tatum*“What are you doing?” Maverick asks, walking into my side of the room. I tilt my head to the side in feign shock as I tie the laces on my running shoes.“Oh, he speaks now?” I ask, and he shoots me a scowl. Three damn days of him being pouty and near silent. Strange how days ago I wanted him to shut up and leave me alone, but somehow, with him being my shadow, his silence annoys me more.I have spent the last three days trying to pretend the grump ass isn’t affecting me or the girls wanting to hang out with me. At lunch Clem teased maybe he suffered brain damage. I have to admit, until right now; I thought he might have. “I have spoken to you all along.” He says with an unamused frown. “I’m going for a run.” I tell him, standing and placing my hands on my hips, just daring him to tell me no. That’s the other thing he has been doing a lot of. Telling me no with a scowl and a headshake. And I’ve had more than enough of it.“You hate running,” he reminds me and I scoff, preten