The stout older woman looks me up and down in shock. I can feel the dried blood sttered 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 genuinely care. Interesting.


    “I''m aware of his condition. I need the room next to his so I can be close to his side if needed for


    any reason.” Turning, I sniff the packhouse and pick up the scent of the Alpha.


    I follow it up the stairs, leaving behind the stunned woman. When I find his door I breathe deeply to


    make sure it''s the same scent as the man in the woods. When I''m sure it is his room, I open the


    door and enter, looking around to get a better idea of who he is. In my experience, a man’s room is


    like a looking ss into his true self.


    A coffee cup on his desk sporting “#1 Alpha elicits a chuckle. Clearly, he has friends who are funny,


    or he has some young pups who look up to him. That''s a good sign, he is appreciated. His desk is a


    mess and his chair is knocked over. The top of his greenforter is wrinkled, indicating he slept


    on top of the bed and not in it.


    He must be struggling to sleep or there isn''t enough time in the day for him to get everything done.


    Not super umon amongst Alphas. I saunter over to his desk, I can only assume he was sitting


    here and working when he got the mind link about the rogues and, in a rush, he didn''t take the time


    to pick up his chair.


    "What are you doing in here?” a hisses from behind me and I leisurely look over my shoulder


    to find a beautiful blonde staring at me.


    I smile at her, turning back and finishing my survey of the room. A single small potted nt sits on


    his window sill looking watered and healthy. He pays attention to details, good. Perhaps this


    assignment won''t be so bad after all. After a moment, I spin around to exit the room, not even


    bothering to spare the blonde a second nce as I walk right past her.


    "Excuse me!” she scoffs, following me down to the left.


    I open another door and find that this room is a mess, clothing is everywhere and tes from a few


    days past are stacked up on this man''s desk. This must be the Beta''s room. I close the door, striding


    past the blonde again and going to the very end of the hall. She tters behind me in her pink


    heels. Opening the door, I find an empty room with 3rge hot pink suitcases resting on the bed


    Raising an eyebrow and turn to face the tail I know I have.


    “You need to move your things,” I inform her with no emotion.


    I enter the room, walking through to make sure it will do. It''s morevish than I''m used to, but I


    think I can get used to extra luxuries. The room is a corner unit with one massive bay window facing


    the woods. A small desk sits before it with basic bronze furnishings, paperweights, amp, and a


    stapler. To the right is the bed with a greyforter and way too many plush pillows. I look to my


    left and see an archway and walking through I see the walk-in closet with a makeup station and


    mirror and a door that leads into the bathroom.


    “I will do no such thing!” She protests. “Who the hell do you think you are?”


    “Who I am is of no consequence to you.” I am bored with her attitude already.


    The moment I saw the suitcases, I knew who she was as a person and to the alpha. Unfortunately for


    the Alpha, I despise Alphas who refuse their natural mate bonds. If that''s the case, he is going to be


    in for a very rough time with me here.


    “I am the future luna of this pack!” she demands. I roll my eyes and cross over to her, finally giving


    her the attention she has been desperately seeking.


    “If you were his true mate, and the real luna, I would have smelled you on him and in his room.” I


    take a menacing step closer to her. “Which means that the only usible reason for you being here


    is that you are attractive and mateless and he is growing desperate, so he intends to create a mate


    bond by breaking the one that was divinely given to him. Detestable.” the wordse out as


    poison as I spit them at her with vigor.


    Quickly, I turn from her and walk to the window opening it. I cross back over to the bed reaching for


    her suitcases. I easily toss them out one by one while she watches in horror. I get a sick satisfaction


    with the sound of every thud.


    “Now. Please leave my room so I can clean up and meet The Alpha.” I smirk at her.


    “Trudy!” the older woman from downstairs yells as she runs into the room. “What on earth is going


    on with your luggage?”


    “Trudy was not informed of my arrival, and once finding out who I am, she has agreed to let me


    have this room for the duration of my stay,” I say.


    "Oh. Well that''s out of character for you but very kind.” the older woman says looking at the woman


    named Trudy.


    "Oh, shut up Ethel,” Trudy says stomping out of the room muttering under her breath.


    “Ethel,” I say, heading for the bathroom and turning on the hot water. “Would you mind having


    someone bring up my bags from my bike? I believe it was dropped off two days ago with my


    things?”


    “That''s y-y-our bike?” She asks, her eyes going wide as she looks at me.


    It has been the same reaction I have had for thest twomittee members they tasked me with


    protecting. I remove my jacket and hood, ce them to the side and peek out around the door


    frame.


    "Ethel, I hardly think a big burly guardian type would drive a ck motorcycle with purple wings on


    it.”


    "Well, that''s probably true, but they are just dangerous contraptions for a girl.” I frown at her. I hate


    that this is themon reaction to me having a motorcycle.


    “Ethel, I protect the strongest alphas andmittee members. Did you expect me to show up in a


    pink Volkswagen beetle?”


    "Oh, I suppose not.” She stands there thinking for a moment and I''m losing my patience.


    "Ethel. My bags, please. When I am done, I will need to know where the healers are so I can officially


    meet the alpha.”


    I turn back into the bathroom, closing the door and peeling off my camo boots followed by my


    skin-tight skinny jeans and my tank top. I look around the bathroom, pleased with its design. Its


    stunning pale blue walls instantly washed me with a calming feeling as I stepped through the ss


    door and under the boiling hot waterfall shower. I tilted my head back, letting the water run down


    my face and shoulders, relieving the tensions from my mildly eventful day.


    After I exit the shower, I''m relieved to find my bags are in my room. I lock the door and open my


    suitcase, pulling on fresh undergarments. Hesitating for a moment, I try to decide what to wear. I


    don''t want to appearzy and uncaring, which seems to be my preferred taste.


    Sighing heavily, I grab an emerald green flowy blouse and my ck leather pants and pull them on.


    The best of both worlds, blousy badass. I swipe on my eyeliner and mascara and quickly shove my


    feet into my shoes and walk out the door, tossing my wet jet ck hair up in a messy bun. Ethel


    meets me at the front door and hands me a piece of paper with directions.


    “I''ve sent word to the Alpha. He will wait for you on the porch of the healers house,” she says as I


    smirk at her.


    I quick nce over the piece of paper she hands me, memorizing the contents and handing it back.


    I walk over to my baby and inspect her to make sure she is still in tip-top shape. Her smooth ck


    paint is still in perfect condition, as are my purple details. Feeling pleased, I toss my leg over and


    bring her to life.


    The vast expanse of the woods absorbs the sound of my bike as I drive down the long, winding


    road. I pull up to the house, put down my kickstand, and cut the engine. The sounds of life flood


    back into the void to rece the sounds of my engine. I can see a figure sitting on the porch with


    someone closely nuzzling them


    I rise up off my bike, the stones crunching under my feet as I make my way to the steps. Mentally, I


    try to prepare myself. I know this is going to be a rough start. I already hate that he doesn''t value


    the mate bond. Taking a deep breath, I climb the stairs, turning and looking to my right.


    A very handsome man sits with his chest bandaged with white gauze and a little blood. Werewolves


    heal fast, but he had taken a lot of bites to the same spot. His green eyes assess me, drinking me in


    as he tries toprehend who is in front of him. Next to him, Trudy clings to his arm and a low


    growl emerges, showing my disapproval. He raises a brow, amused by my reaction. Clearly thinking


    it is one of jealousy.


    "Alpha Wade,” I say, nodding to him. He nods back in acknowledgment. “My name is Ali. I am your


    appointed Guardian until my mission isplete.”


    “I''m sorry.” He says, his tone is condescending. I sigh heavily, leaning back on the railing. I knew this


    was going to happen, it seems to be a trendtely. “But you''re a girl.”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    "Alpha Wade. Let me start by saying, I have heard every sexist remark possible and none of them


    have been as frustrating as when I am told I am a girl. I am a fully developed woman.” I look down


    to my spectacr breasts that are highlighted in my blouse and look back up “who saved your ass


    tonight in the woods with only my de and my body. Not only that, but I am your senior in age.


    So, calling me a girl insinuates you are a petnt little boy who is incapable of protecting himself


    and his pack. Is this what you are trying to insinuate?” my eyes glitter with mirth. As much as I hate


    these types of exchanges, I also find them oddly satisfying.


    "How dare you speak to him like that?” Trudy says, jumping up from her seat. I toss her a dirty look


    and she squeaks as she sits right back down.


    “I do not speak to heathen women who aim to marry into a role they are not worthy of.”


    “I am the future Luna of this pack!” She demands, sounding whiny, hiding behind her alphas bulging


    biceps.


    “Enough! Trudy. Leave.” Wade says, standing and walking over to me. He towers over me at a


    massive 6''3 to my 5''6. He looks down, trying to intimidate me, but that''s not an easy feat to do so I


    sweetly smirk at his efforts.


    “I do not need a guardian. I deny your protection.” He says, locking eyes with mine, a challenge


    lingering in his gaze. Oh, I do love a challenge.


    “We will see, Wade.” Going up on my toes, I bring my face a measly inch from his. I intentionally


    leave out his title, Alphas hate that and I can see the rage at the insult. I smile brightly at him. I''m


    already winning.