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

If he hears you I’m done for!” Chelsea began to panic.
“Wait, why are you so frightened to tell him,” I wondered as Chelsea paced the large kitchen.
“Same reason as you, I’m a slave and he’s in a higher position than me,” She spoke as she leaned on “the table.
“He’s seems like a nice guy, you should tell him,” I spoke as I came over to her.
“Only when you tell yours,” Chelsea answered.
My body became stiff, it was hard enough to ignore the fact that he was my mate, yet actually telling him was a completely different story. I let go of Chelsea. “No.”
“Then no to your answer as well.”
I huffed. The door slammed open as Adrian seemed angry, he glared at Lucy. “What the hell? That guy’s your mate?” Adrian uttered.
“Yes.”
“I hate him already,” Adrian grumbled as he stumbled over to us and glared down at Chelsea.
“What’s so bad about him, exactly?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.
Adrian glared over at me, his wolf howling loudly through the open air. I took a step back, was it possible that he may be jealous? I wondered as I exited the kitchen. Halls were silent and eerie around the gargantuan house, too soundless that I could hear my own heart pumping blood through my veins.
I hurried back to my sullen room. Nothing but the ancient clock ticking and the moon slowly rising. Tonight was only half a moon, just the sight of the circle shaped object got my heart racing.
I twisted around slowly and spotted something glowing in the low light, sitting on my desk. It was a massive key that sat on top of a crinkled note. I edged towards it as the words read.
I’ll be back in a couple of days, I want you to groom the horses and put them away at night,
Yours, Master.
My heart began to pace, Markus trusting me enough to let me take pleasure of combing the important horses for him and his men. I smiled to myself, if he got any kinder than this I might actually blow up.
I picked up the bulky key and took it down to the barns, it was bizarre to have a padlock for horses, but then again these animals were significant to the master and everyone else. I sighed as I slipped the key into the lock. It was quite a turn until the clicking sound pushed the doors open and the beautiful eyes of the horses beamed back at me. I’d always felt sorry for them to be locked up in a metal stable, but to make sure burglars wouldn’t steal them it was protected and well built.
My favourite horse was Peach, she was a stunning brown colour, her eyes were a summer hazel and she was only well groomed because of me, I used to sneak down in the night before they’d close the doors and bring a brush to comb her silky main. No one owned her at this point, so I liked to believe that she was mine.
I stroked her head, her eyes lightened with pleasure. I giggled to myself as I pulled the brushed out of the bag and began to comb every single horse throughout the night until early dusk. It was so early I had watched the sun rise with the horses, gently glided through the open hills and reflecting on the river.
I sighed as I gathered my belongings and stumbled back to my silent room. I flopped into the bed and instantly fell asleep; luckily I didn’t need to wake up early for Markus today which meant I could sleep in late.

A few hours past until I had felt a gentle nudge on my shoulder, someone whispered my name into my ear. I stiffened on the bed, thinking it may be Markus I flung the person off and shot up. Chelsea was against the wall, in silent shock, staring over at me. “I’m sorry, I thought you were Markus,” I explained as I lifted my fatigue of the mattress and went over to give Chelsea a helping hand.
“Geez, you could have been a bit gentler,” Chelsea replied as she brushed her shoulder. “Anyway, today I was in the kitchen and Sam and I nearly bumped into each other!”
I looked over at Chelsea who was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes down and her face hid behind her hair. “Luckily I excused myself and ran over to your room,” She babbled on.
“Wait, you just left him like that?” I asked, my heartbeat racing uncontrollably. Chelsea just nodded, playing with her slim fingers.
“But that means….” We heard a rapid knock on the door, both of our heads turned in shock. The door handle twisted open and Sam looked through the open crack. My face must have paled at the sight of him by Chelsea reaction.
Sam had heard! He had followed Chelsea back to my room and snooped in on our conversation. “What were you girls muttering about just now?” Sam asked cautiously as he entered inside the room and leaned on the wall, looking over at Chelsea’s stunned face.
“Okay, it’s not what it looks like, we were just having a private conversation about the master!” I lied as I rose from the bed and faced him.
Sam raised a questioning eyebrow. “So I’ve become the master now? Or is it that I’m Chelsea’s mate?”
I gulped, unable to think of any more excuses, I turned away and looked down at Chelsea’s scornful face. “I’m sorry,” I mouthed as I sat back down.
Chelsea took an unsteady breath before she went over to Sam and stared at him right in the eye. “Yes, I’m your mate but who care’s anyway, I’m just a servant,” She said angrily. “You wouldn’t want to be with a stupid slave like me! So I’ll leave right now!” Chelsea ran out, tears escaping her eyes and ran down her pale cheeks. Sam looked utterly shocked as he just stood there.
Then he looked over at me. “I don’t care if she’s a servant or the queen, she’s my mate!” I got up and pushed Sam out the door. “Then go and fix it, hurry,” I smashed the door close and heard the indistinct footsteps of Sam as he raced along the corridors and down the stairs in exploration for Chelsea.
My eyes slithered to the window, it was already dark and the moon was out, I smiled to myself. It was amazing how long I could sleep for. I clutched the combs and raced through the mansion and into the awaiting barns, there were horses that needed to be groomed, a smile spread across my face as I remembered the vivacity in Peaches eyes whenever she had a guest over.
Pulling the doors open once again were the wide awake eyes of the outsized horses.

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P.s I'll be updating on 10/09/2012
Adios!
Chapter 5

I slumped to the ground, trying hard not to get stepped on by Peach, I had finally completed grooming the horses and taking good care of them for tonight, but I just couldn’t stop brushing Peach, she absolutely adored the attention she was getting, by leaving her might heart would be pained.
I rose from my position and brought the brush back down on her and gently slid it across the soft luscious hairs, Peach neighed happily as her head lifted and her beautiful eyes stared into mine. I smiled happily as I cuddled close to her.
I decided it was probably best to just sing her to sleep and leave. I pulled her down into a sitting position, she was well trained and obeyed orders. I stroked her main gently before singing a song my mother used to sing to me, a gentle melody that soothed her ears. The quietness whispered over us and gently brought Peach into a sleep, her head slowly dropping and her eyes drooping.
I smiled to myself until I saw a faint shadow at the entrance of the door, I gasped in shock, awakening Peach whose head shot up in alarm. The figure stepped closer until I could make out his face slightly. I let out a mental sigh of relief as Markus stared down at me covered in hay. “What are you doing up so late?” He asked as he patted his own horse, Bounce.
“I wanted to stay with Peach, but why are you in here?” I wondered as I stood up and cleared the mess on my trousers and wiped my sweaty forehead.
“I’ve returned home and noticed these doors were open, so I came to have a look,” Markus explained.
I nodded. “Okay, I’ll pack up now then.”
“You don’t have to,” Markus grabbed for my arm but I pulled away instantly, taking a defensive step back, not looking straight at him, though my wolf was howling in pain, I tried to block her cries out.
“What’s the matter?” Markus asked as he came towards me.
“Don’t!” I screamed as I hid behind Peach, protecting myself.
“What’s wrong with you?” Markus asked angrily as he came at me, I ran to the door, snatching the bag and sprinting as fast as I could back to my room. I needed to get away from him. I had to otherwise I didn’t no if I could take another minute with my wolf’s hysterical screaming.
I slammed the door shut and hid under the covers, soaking myself with the memories that flickered inside my head. Tonight was dangerous and far too risky. It was lucky I had just got away. There was a knock at the door before I could hear the light footsteps of Markus. My breathing was strained as I hid myself deeper into the cave of materials. “What’s wrong, Elisa?” Markus asked gently, he sat at the end of my bed, his warmth seeping through the covers.
I held my breath. “It’s nothing,” I reply.
Markus was silent for a moment, before he shifted on the bed and tugged at the covers embracing my body. *Markus, stop it,” I growled out angrily as I tried to push his body off me.
Markus wasn’t having it; he pulled harder, trying to un-wrap me. I pushed forward and instantly landed on his chest with a thump; I seemed fazed for a few seconds before I realized how we were positioned. I yelped as I pushed away and slammed my back against the wooden floor. Markus just lay there, his legs dangling off the bed and his eyes distant as they stared coldly at the ceiling.
I scrambled up, now realizing that his chest was naked, my mouth watered at the sight of his toned muscles as they pushed up and down as he breathed heavily. I gulped silently before turning away. I wrapped my arms around my body tightly. “It’s not what you think,” I whispered.
A fist smashed into the wall beside me, the pieces tumbling to the floor, I covered my mouth wordlessly, praying I wasn’t the next thing he punched. “Look at me,” He demanded.
I tried to relieve my mind by taking deep breaths but Markus