The Alpha's Guardian

Wade POV

Grunting and snarling echo around me as I search for Ali. I know she was here. I could smell her, feel her. Unless I imagined it all, but how could I imagine the strength that is flowing through me or the desire to protect that was now cemented in my being. Protect her, at all costs. No matter what. She is everything.

I groan slightly, pushing myself into a sitting position. Looking around, I see mangled bodies and red grass. My stomach churns at the sight and I spin to my hands and knees trying to regain my constitution. A commotion further in front of me draws my attention and I force my eyes to focus.

Two enormous figures stand near a woman who is on her knees, breathing hard. Fear courses through me upon recognition and I try to stand, failing, as I stumble over a body after a few shaky steps. I land with an oomph and look up quickly to see Ali turn her face in my direction. A beautiful misshapen smile reveals her bloody teeth, and she winks at me.

My heart races as I watch Samuel grab her by her hair and throw her to the side. Turning his back to me. I want to scream, let out a roar so big and menacing that they turn their murderous hands to me but my throat is restricted by blood and it comes out in a strangled gurgle as I choke. I tap into whatever reserves I have within me and I crawl towards them at an agonizingly slow pace.

My hands land on a cool, hard piece of metal, and I look down to see a sword similar to the one Ali used to carry. Not bothering to find the handle, I clench the blade in my fist and stand. I teeter for a minute before regaining my composure, only to find that the other man taunting my mate is none other than Serge. The oversized sack of shit who leads the torture sessions on Ali.

With a new sense of anger and purpose, I break into a run. Serge laughs wildly, severely underestimating my strength and rage. He braces for impact, thinking I have nothing left and the moment I am close, I thrust the sword into his chest. He gasps slightly, and Samuel, who is behind him, stiffens. I take my hand off the blade and, using all my might, I grab the handle with both hands and shove it to the hilt.

All my strength seeps from me as I stumble back, falling to my knees. Watching as serge slumps forward, hitting the ground with a wet thud. Samuel still looms over Ali, who is now laughing hysterically. I notice a small hole in Samuel's back that matches the same height as where I buried the sword into Serge's chest and through his body. I feel a sick wave of satisfaction as I slump to the side.

Ali stands up quickly, then spinning through the air, she kicks Samuel square in the chest. He stumbles backward slightly but quickly regains his step. Circling around her, he reaches out wildly, trying to land any blow he can but fails. He coughs roughly and after inspecting his hand; he slides me a glance.

"Nicely done, Wade. You aren't completely useless after all." He says.

He turns to walk away from Ali, who scoffs loudly.

"Where do you think you are going?" She asks as he walks away, disoriented.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"You wouldn't really kill your only father figure, would you?" he asks her.

"No, I plan on killing my father's murderer."

"Really, Aliauna. Vengeance is not a good look for you." he tsks, coughing again.

"You're awfully smug for a dead man walking."

A pair of hands startle me as I move to fight them off and find Francis next to me with tears in his eyes.

"Holy shit. I thought you were dead," He breathes out.

"Go help Ali!" I bark out at him, not concerned for myself. Francis stands up and runs to Ali's aid.

"Francis, I have this under control. Get Wade to a healer," she shouts to him without looking up from her attacker.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Go take care of our Alpha!" She insists.

Francis turns to run back towards me when Liam tackles him from the right. They tumble to the ground with a grunt and Francis rolls out, shaking his head. He stands and the two men circle each other. Francis is a formidable fighter, but Liam is easily better. He is the alpha of the best warrior pack on our continent. I force myself to focus on healing, hoping by some magical force I can heal enough to at least help Francis or Ali in their fights.

I feel useless as my legs refuse to move and my head continues to bleed. I look down and find a deep gash on my abdomen about 9 inches across. The edges are pink and it looks to be slowly growing smaller. At least my healing is still intact.

I crawl to the nearest body, searching them for anything I can throw to give Francis an upper hand. After finding nothing, I crawl to the next and the next. I peek up and see that Francis is run down and his face is bloody as he limps around, trying to dodge the next punch. Shit. In a last-ditch effort, I grab the next body and roll it over.

My stomach does a nosedive as I stare into the open eyes of my friend, and gamma Kane. Anger floods me and adrenaline pumps, once more pushing away the aches and pains that keep me confined to the ground. Reaching out silently, I gently close my friend's eyes and say a quick goodbye. Then, forcing myself to stand, I limp my way over to Ali. She looks up for a moment and shakes her head no.

"Help Francis! Now!" she screams.

I whirl around to find Francis on the ground, Liam standing above, hammering down on him. Letting out an angered scream as I push all my pain away and barrel towards Liam, who is so caught up in his acts he doesn't even notice me. I drop my head and shoulder and slam into him with earth-shattering force. He grunts in surprise as I land on top of him.

"Francis!" I shout, hoping he will respond. But he doesn't.

"Francis! GET UP!" I say in my alpha voice.

I can hear him groaning as he stands. He is wheezing as he stalks towards me. I turn to face him and he looks the picture of death. Shit, shit, shit. I can't lose him too. Mustering up my Alpha voice, I call out to him.

"Get ou-" A fist lands on my cheek as the world spins for a moment. I stumble off of Liam, who chuckles.

"I am going to kill your little best friend."

"Take me instead," I say, whipping around to face him.

"You would sacrifice Ali for him?" Liam asks, nearly laughing. "If it's true and you're her mate, that means you are her second chance mate, Wade. That means if you die, so does she. You can't live without your second chance mate." Francis continues to drag his way over, to come continue to fight for his alpha, for me.

"FRANCIS! HEALERS NOW!" I shout in my alpha voice. Francis snaps too as his direction changes and he moves as fast as possible to get to the healers.

Liam growls in anger as he picks me up by my throat and pushes me against a tree trunk.

"Wade!" Corbin shouts from beside me. I flit my eyes over and see a blade flying. I reach out and barely catch a small dagger and, with a raging cry, I hammer it into Liam's perfect face. He drops me and I don't hesitate as I leave him on his knees, crying in pain as I run as fast as I can to Ali.

The moment I make it to her, Samuel falls at my feet, a dagger protruding from the side of his neck. Ali leans over on her knees panting out of breath. Then finally she looks up and sees me. Smiling widely, she leaps into my arms as we both fall back onto the ground.

"I am never leaving your side again." She says. "I leave for a few days and you go to war!"

I chuckle through the pain.

"I'd do it again if it meant I get to keep you with me."

"Somehow I don't think this was your doing, but I will accept it as a grand romantic gesture nonetheless."

"I hate to break this up, but there is still a fight going on that we need to diffuse," Corbin says, walking over.

"Right. Well, I will need help walking," I say to Corbin, who reaches down and clasps my hand.

"I think I can lend you a hand." He smirks, pulling me up to stand. "But you have to call me Uncle Corbin first."