The Alpha's Guardian novel Chapter 2

The stout older woman looks me up and down in shock. I can feel the dried blood splattered 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 glass 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 green comforter 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 uncommon 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 hiss comes 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 plant 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 glance 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 plates 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 clatters behind me in her pink heels. Opening the door, I find an empty room with 3 large 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 more lavish 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, a lamp, and a stapler. To the right is the bed with a grey comforter 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 plausible 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 words come 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.