The Alpha's bodyguard, Cherrytop [books for 5 year olds to read themselves .TXT] 📗

chapter 1

Slivers of shadows traversed his face, his breathing turned ragged – a soundless, tearless sob as he watched her go, his eyes tracing her figure as she gloried in the freedom with striding hips. His shadow a small circle beneath him as he tried to regain control. A shudder rocked his chest, and a stream of gravely, hoarse coughing ripped its way up his throat. Her chunky heels echoed against the reflective, black marble floor, gradually disappearing into the misty darkness of the hallway – thick and tedious. Marla was not his mate, but he did love her greatly and adored her with affection, but unfortunately for him, mate-less love always ends.

Markus had been trying to find his mate for centuries, but he had, had no blessing in finding his soul mate.

Since I was his mate.

But he could never find out.

Since I’m merely his bodyguard, keeping him protected is the closest I could get to him – physically. I gazed up at Markus, such perfect features, impeccable plum lips, a well-shaped, straight nose, attractive green eyes and thick, black curls that assembled on his forehead. My heart was thumping faster than a marathon, beating faster than a sprinter, wanting to embrace him, longing to hold him as he cried warm, salty tears. I wanted to reach out to him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. It pained me when he’s miserable, when he was depressed and especially when I saw him in a desperate state.

“Markus-“I tried to comfort him but he took a step back, his eyes hardening around the edges.

“I’m going to my bedroom, do not interrupt me tonight” Markus muttered as he turned to leave.

I’m was left alone in the grounds of the mansion having nothing but the silence stretch on, though I could barely hear over the sound of my pulse racing behind my ears. It damaged me every time I had seen Markus with Marla, and I had to admit that I felt slight relief, images would pop through my mind of me and Markus, under a peach tree, holding hands and reading book after book to each other, enjoying the simplicity of the sun. But when I opened my eyes to face reality once more, it wasn’t me living those dreams with Markus, but it was Marla.

This is my story of how the bodyguard and the alpha became two in one soul.

So welcome to the moonlight pack.

“He’s been in there all night and he won’t come out,” I overhear Adrian murmur to Chelsea as they sit at the end of my bed, frowning. My eyes flickered open and landed on Chelsea.
“What’s going on?” Adrian asked, alarmed.
I stretch as I lift my fatigue body out of its warm shell of a bed and try to increase a slight memory of what had occurred last night. Then, promptly everything came flooding back. I sat up, staring at them with absolute astonishment and stillness.
Both of them looked startled as they observed the expression on my face. “What’s wrong?” Chelsea asked, beginning to panic as she viewed the room. “No, I have to go find him this instance!”
I hurled the bed covers right off the mattress and sprinted down the halls, trying to remember the way to his room, there were too many steps and turns in this mansion, personally I would have favoured to be assigned to a smaller, comfier house instead of a hushed eerie manor.
When I had eventually traced the way to his room, I stopped outside the door, the smell of blood wafted through the air. I was about to clutch for the handle when I rapidly heard his voice from the other side. “You are going to pay for this!” Markus growled out deafeningly.
I heard a feeble whimper further away, it almost sounds like Marla’s. Was she in there with Markus? I halted, everything in my body hardened, I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but my wolf wouldn’t let me dislodge from the position I was in.
I heard a loud thump, making me jump in bewilderment, my racing heart was not the only thing making the noises around here. A snarl ripped from his room as the door was nearly broken from the first hinge.
I stepped back, traumatized in my own skin to manage to do anything. I noticed the blood seeping from his room, progressively sliding towards me.
I smashed his wooden door open, breathless at the scene. There was Marla, on the floor, her bloody body lifeless as her cold eyes stared up at the ceiling, her limbs were out in the incorrect direction, her fingers had been pulled off one by one and a portion of her hair was ripped out like a poor dolly that had been ill-treated.
I just stood there not thinking, not breathing, just taking in my surroundings. Of course Markus wouldn’t be disciplined for this; any wolf could get away with murder in our law, though if anyone touched the Alpha of our pack, they’d be pitilessly murdered. “M-Markus?” I asked as his eyes were as obscure as night, his fangs were seeping out of his gums and his claws as long as the Amazon.
He looked up at me, finally tearing his eyes away from Marla. This was doubtless the most horrific side of Markus I had ever seen. Markus came for me, but I bolted from his grasp, I couldn’t let him touch me, wouldn’t let him know that I was his. It was only for the sparks to submerge for him to comprehend something was off and honestly, I didn’t want to end up like Marla. “You only speak of me as Master,” He roared angrily, slowly becoming himself again as he glared at me.
I nodded, incapable to speak. I had this tiny piece of guilt lodged inside me. If it wasn’t for me then Marla wouldn’t have been in this state. “Get someone to clean this up” Markus barked as he ruined another one of Marla’s ribs.
I had to hold in the vomit that was pushing at the entrance of my mouth, this was utterly revolting and a side I didn’t want to see of Markus. I heard the light footsteps of some of the servants as they entered his room and began to sweep Marla up, their faces seemed impassive, was this world really that tasteless? I wondered as I tried to edge out of his room, unobserved. “Where do you think you’re going?” Thundered Markus as he punched his fist into the wall, creating another job for his slaves to clean.
“I-I” I couldn’t finish the rest of my sentence as I observed his chest was so near to mine, any second now and I would be exposed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you still needed my company, I was going to give you some space,” I reply, quivering as I had to hold my wolf back as she was clawing to trace him.
His firm features seemed to unstiffen a touch, he breathed in a thick sigh as he pushed his hands into his hair, letting go of the wall and rotating his back on me. My heart ached for him, desired for him to hold me and love me. But those simple words wouldn’t flee from my lips. “Leave,” He spoke with such power that the servants didn’t even question.
I tried to move to the door but Markus banged it shut and stared down at me, his expression seemed pained and sad. “I didn’t want to do that to her” He said as he beheld my eyes.
I twisted away, trying to concentrate on his voice rather than on my feelings. “I understand it was your wolf, you don’t need to be worried,” I say, trying to sooth him, though there was no comforting the alpha when he was violent.
He sat at the end of his bed, gazing into space; I sat next to him, keeping a fair distance between us. “Will there be a meeting tonight?” I asked.
“No, I’m calling it off I can’t be seen for today,” Markus breathed.
I bowed. “I shall leave now,” Markus made a grab for my hand. I stared at us linked in dismay. I could feel the tingling sensation rising through my arm. I whipped my hand back. I could see Markus staring at me with a confused expression plastered on his face.
“I’m sorry, I just bruised myself on that arm, so if you would be so kind not to touch it” I lied, I felt wholly debauched about this but nothing was going to make me clarify the actual reason why I had moved away. Was this…rejection?
I left his room, trying to gather myself up as I took each step leisurely. I’ll never be loved. I told myself. I’ll never have a mate and I won’t ever have that contentment that couples have when they’ve found there one soul mate for life, and neither will Markus. I’m being self-centred. I want him so desperately but never will I tell him.
And for that one whole night I wept into my pillow until dusk. Letting my sentiments flow through my body taking everything that had constructed inside of me, out. Would I have to devote the rest of my life like this?

“Elisa!” I heard my name reverberating around the dark manor. Two shadows appeared on the furthest wall. I took a step back and into the arms of Adrian. I let out a exhalation of relief.
“What’s going on? We heard Master had been doing some lethal things in his room last night when you left; we were concerned you had gotten injured!” Chelsea exclaimed.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” Was all I said, trying to disregard the subject we were on, if they knew about Marla, no one would stop speaking about this.
Adrian stared at me closely, trying to examine my soul, trying to figure it out; luckily they both didn’t put two and two together. “Elisa!” I heard my name boomed down the