The Alpha's Guardian

Wade POV

My mind rages like a sea during a tumultuous storm. Pain ebbing and going on the outskirts of my mind as my beast ravages me mentally for control. He howls as he bounces against the mental barrier between us. Nothing I do calms him, no words can soothe the ache of his need to be free. Only two things are on his mind and he can't decide which he wants more. Blood or mate.

A hand touches my shoulder and it feels like searing hot pain. I growl lowly at whoever dares come near me in a warning. I am not safe around anyone. My warning is heeded as the hand rips away from me quickly. I try to utter words to make them leave. All coherent thoughts have turned to guttural sounds of painful grunting.

Someone places a cool towel over my eyes, and I sigh in relief at its touch. Little by little, the movements around the room become more noticeable. I can feel someone to my right as the air swirls around me from their movements. A clinking of glass moves to my left, and I'm finally able to focus on the murmur of the voices in the room. I groan as I move my heavy arms to push myself upright.

The cloth falls away from my face and I blink rapidly, trying to bring the blurry faces into view. Kane stands at the foot of the bed whispering low to Francis, whose brows are drawn tight in concentration. To my right is Ethel, who smiles at me and takes the cool cloth, dipping it into the water basin on the bedside table. She wrings it out and places it on the back of my neck this time. Goosebumps erupt over my heated skin at its contact as the coolness seeps into my body bringing me sweet relief. "There." She says "This should help cool you off Alpha." She smiles sweetly at me, and I'm grateful to have her.

I hate the fact that I had almost punished her grandchildren today and yet she is still tending to me in a time of need. I feel guilty that I wasn't able to control my anger and evaluate the situation at hand. After a little further investigation, Francis had discovered that Isaac, the warrior who had been attacked by Mason, the young omega, somehow could scent his underaged mate and his wolf, had gone crazy. Mason had been protecting his twin sister from a beast they both didn't have the strength to fight. I turn to my left and I see Trudy sitting next to me typing away on her phone furiously. She is a beautiful woman by any right. If you like the fake barbie doll type who listens and obeys. I once thought that was what I wanted. Honestly, it is all I'm used to here in our pack. I'm not really a ladies' man. I wanted to wait for my mate, but my beast has fought me harder and harder every year. Two years ago is when I gave in. It was the first time I lost control of my wolf.

I had been on a run in the woods and she had been there in her wolf form. I swear she had been waiting for someone else, but she found me. She claims she knew I was for her. Trudy believes her true mate is dead and thinks I am her second chance mate. It could be true, no one can really truly know, but her conviction had been enough for my wolf to give in. And now I live with the choice we made.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

My wolf howls in pleasure as he makes himself known and tries to push himself forward further into the front to take over the reins. My shirt disappears and I can feel her skin come into contact with mine. It feels wrong. Her flesh is clammy and cool as if she is feverish and her hands clamor to touch every inch of my body and make it her own. My wolf is howling so loudly that I can no longer fight him and I fully give in to his fight.

I find myself in the back recesses of my mind watching those actions that are my body but not my own. My hands reach around her, pulling her tight against me as I crave her touch. No, not her touch, but my mate's loving touch. My wolf just wants to be loved, to know what it is to be truly fully mated. Not just do the act and pretend there is a bond. My wolf craves a bond.

She teases me for what feels like hours, gyrating back and forth, making me nearly burst with fury at how long she is taking to get the task done. Slowly her hands move to my pants unbuttoning the top of my jeans and running her fingers along the rim of my boxer briefs. My breath hitches at the thought of being released from what now feels like a tiny prison. And she giggles at my reaction.

"Do you want me, baby?" she asks.

I have no words that I can get out as my wolf growls in affirmation and she pulls back, looking at my eyes that I know are fully black with beastly lust. She smirks a mischievous smirk. "Mark me. And I will do anything you want." My wolf freezes in a panic, and I try to fight him for control.

No way in hell I am marking this woman. Our mate is so close, we can't give in to temptation. My wolf, using my body on his own accord, leans forward. I curse him and his stupid dog mind. Trying to reach out and take back the helm. He is about to ruin us both. I grab her by her shoulders and spin on top of her, thrust my hips into her pelvis as she giggles sensually and meets me with her own hip movements, driving my wolf wild. I reach down and pull her skirt up to her waist. Baring my teeth, my wolf rears back as I scream in my mind. Bloody murder for him to stop.

A loud bang comes from the side of the room as I am tackled to the floor with a grunt and my teeth land firmly into the flesh of someone. Blood trickles out from my mouth as I lick the person I bit and step back, coming back myself. I open my eyes, looking down at none other than Ali. My guardian, who is looking at me with bulging eyes. Oh shit. Did I just mark my guardian?