Alpha Bond

Ella’s POV

I watch the corner of Oliver’s lips turning up in a smirk as he looks at me.

Walking backward, I cross my arms and lean against the fence while motioning him to fulfill my wish.

“Your wish is my command, my Alpha.” He smirks while the mysterious glint in his eyes sends butterflies in my stomach.

Then he turns around and charges at Burton.

It is no surprise that Burton is prepared for his attack but still staggers on the impact when Oliver’s body clashes with his.

Burton bares his teeth as he swipes his claw at Oliver’s neck. Oliver manages to deflect his attack, and then holding his hand, he bends it backward, snapping his hand instantly.

Burton growls and rearranges his hand before it heals in the wrong way. It seems like Burton realized he couldn’t win against Oliver without the help of his wolf.

So he quickly shifts into his wolf and then attacks Oliver. He closes his teeth around Oliver’s arm and bites a chunk out of it.

A tear escapes my eyes, but I quickly wipe it before it can reach my cheek.

My heart squeezes painfully seeing him hurt, and I want nothing but to take away his pain, but I stop myself. Oliver needs to win this on his own because he needs to prove himself and earn the respect of his fellow guardians.

Burton's wolf circles Oliver as if he is circling his prey. Oliver's face remains stoic, looking utterly unaffected by his injury. Blood gushes out of his arm, but he doesn't have a hint of agony on his face.

Oliver's gaze flickers to his wound, and then he looks back to Burton's wolf. The muscle in his jaw ticks when Burton slashes his chest with his claw.

I take a step forward then force myself not to move any further as I look at Oliver in confusion and agitation.

Why the hell is he not attacking? What is he doing?

Even Blaze is annoyed, but I hold her back because this is not my fight. I will only intervene if there is no option left.

Even though I am feeling confused at Oliver's action, I can feel there is a reason behind his action, and I have to trust him.

Clenching my jaws, I try to swallow down my growl when Burton swipes his claw again at Oliver, and this time he slices his back. All his attacks are deadly, and it is a miracle that Oliver is still standing on his feet.

Why the hell is he allowing him to attack him? Not trying to sound overconfident or anything, but I am sure Burton is no match for Oliver. Earlier, he might have taken him down, but now anybody can see Oliver is clearly stronger than him.

Oh, Goddess... this is making me frustrated and annoyed.

My patience is now running low, and keeping Blaze in control is getting more difficult. Oliver must end this nonsense before I decide to knock some sense into him after tearing Burton into half.

Turning my face away from the fight, I close my eyes while focusing on my breathing. I inhale and exhale, trying to calm myself. Blaze huffs in my mind feeling frustrated with Oliver.

"Trust him... trust him... trust him." Placing my hand over my heart, I quietly chant to myself.

The familiar sound of shifting of bones smoother down my worries and bring a smile to my face. I quickly turn around just in time to witness Oliver transforming into his wolf, and I can just officially mark this thing as one of my favorite things in the world.

Looking him into his wolf form is something so beautiful that I can't explain in words. Astonishingly, Oliver's wolf also seems different from before, both in his appearance and size.

His wolf is magnificent, towering everyone around and exhibiting sheer power. Burton's wolf looks puny and ridiculous in front of Oliver's wolf.

But something that gets my attention is the streak of white fur running from between his eyes towards his muzzle. I am sure this wasn't there before, and somewhere my heart says it has something to do with reaching his potential.

Looking around, I find I am not the only one who seems to be astonished by looking at Oliver's wolf. For the first time, I see guardians openly expressing their shock. Another thing that I notice is the hint of hope in their eyes.

Burton finally manages to gain back his composure and looks menacingly at Oliver. Oliver tilts his slightly to the side and looks at him as if he is finding his look anything but threatening.

Abruptly, he looks in my direction and lolls his tongue to the side, which causes me to laugh.

His wolf is definitely funny.

"And handsome." Blaze chimed in, sounding like a love-struck puppy, while the images she sends into my mind seeing Oliver's wolf is something that makes my face go red.

"Girl, calm down." I scold my pervert wolf, forcing a neutral expression on my face, afraid my wolf's thinking would be revealed from my red face, "You can't think about this like when we are among public. And even if you want to continue being a pervert, at least keep all this to yourself, and spare me the details of what you want to do to him. It is embarrassing."

But I don't think my wolf has paid any attention to what I have said because she keeps on dreamily looking at her mate. However, thankfully, she is keeping her thoughts to herself, so I am perfectly fine with her admiring Oliver's wolf.

I feel that I have missed something while I was having a discussion with my wolf because Burton's wolf looks like Oliver has just cursed Burton's ancestors. He growls wildly while his entire frame shakes in rage as he charges at Oliver.

I brace myself while eagerly waiting to see Oliver's wolf fight. There is something so powerful and liberating to watch our wolves fight that it makes me realize how much strength we are blessed with.

Burton jumps at Oliver, but this time instead of him letting him attack, Oliver's wolf slashes Burton's face with his claw, nearly taking his eye out.

He again swings his claw at Burton and rips off the skin and some of the muscles of his muzzle. Burton howls in pain as blood splatters out from the missing side of his mouth.

He looks gross, but do I feel bad for his condition? Nah, not even a bit.

See, I am a good-hearted person, but I am not an idiot. I believe in showing mercy to the people who deserve it, and I know there are a few people in this world who don't deserve your kindness, and Burton is one of them.

Moreover, it is not my fight or my revenge. It is Oliver's, so he has the right to make him suffer in any way he wants.

Oliver lets out a ferocious growl which is enough to shake the ground and runs toward Burton at lightning speed. He slams Burton throwing him a few feet away, and I hear crunching of bones when he falls on the ground on his back.

Even before I can blink, Oliver is already pouncing on Burton and slashing his underbelly. Blood and pieces of flesh fly off as Oliver continues to attack him.

Tears well up in my eyes because I can feel his pain and the helplessness that he felt during all these years in his anger.

But at the same time, I am feeling satisfied that finally, he is able to break free from the trap in which he was being held.

Oliver's wolf bites Burton's leg and separates it from his body. Then he gives the same treatment to his arm. Burton's agonizing howl echoes throughout the place as he tries to move away from Oliver.

As if Oliver's wolf decided to have mercy on him as the next I see, he closes his jaws around his neck and the live leaves from Burton's eyes.

Oliver carefully places Burton's lifeless body on the ground and steps away from him. He keeps on staring at him, and then lifting his head towards the sky, he lets out a howl. Soon some of the other guardians shift and howls with him.

It makes me realize he is paying him his last respect, as even though how vile Burton was, he held the title of the Superior Guardian. Oliver is showing his respect for the title he had owned.

This alone shows what kind of person my Oliver is.

Stepping away from his body, Oliver faces the rest of the guardians. Holding my breath, I wait for their reaction because winning a fight is one thing, but earning their respect and acceptance is another thing.

I know how much the latter is important for him because somewhere deep down, his fight was for his acceptance and honor.

My eyes shine with tears while a smile begins to form on my lips when one by one, each of the guardians who are present here begins to shift and bow their head in front of Oliver.

Oliver lifts his head in my direction, and then he walks towards me. My heart swells with pride, knowing that he belongs to me.

But what he did next overwhelms my heart with so many emotions that are impossible to describe in words.

Standing in front of me, he looks at me, and then slowly, he bows his head and shows his neck to me.

"My little Alpha." His voice rings clearly in my mind as he submits to me.