All Chapters of The Alpha's Bodyguard Is a Woman : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dante“Well, a marriage would be wise,” one of the elders said, his voice getting on my nerves like sandpaper on glass. He didn’t even look at me when he said it, instead keeping his eyes fixed on the stupid table as if the wood held more authority than the Alpha sitting at the head of it.Fucking coward. “It would be wise, considering it creates a lifetime of peace,” another agreed, nodding slowly. They were tossing my life around like a bargaining chip, and the ease with which they did it made my blood boil.“Great,” Mason muttered from my left, leaning back in his chair with a heavy dose of sarcasm. “We’re going to force marriage down his throat just to make him a good leader. That’s the brilliant plan we’ve come up with?”I appreciated the support—not like he was supporting me—but I knew where this was heading. I shifted in my seat, my jaw tight. “Yeah, grandma, we should talk about this,” I started, hoping to steer the conversation toward a more... Easier solution that didn't i

Violet“No, not at all,” I said, keeping my voice as flat and professional as possible. My heart was thumping against my ribs, but I refused to let a stupid Northshore princess like Isabella see me sweat.“I thought so too.” She didn't even look at me as she shrugged off her designer jacket and threw it in my direction. I caught it instinctively. She held out her small, expensive purse next, and I took that too, feeling more like a coat rack than a bodyguard. Probably satisfied, she finally walked inside, swaying her hips with a practiced, feline grace.I watched her back for a moment, a bitter taste in my mouth. I couldn't even remember the last time I had walked like that, or looked like that. The idea of a silk dress, getting my hair and makeup done, or even going on a date felt like a foreign concept. Since that day.... I had never been on one. After that say, my life had been spent in boots and tactical gear, hiding from the very world she inhabited so effortlessly.I followed

Dante's POVThe bullet hadn't killed her.I pressed two fingers to her neck and felt the pulse — faint, but there. Her breathing was slow, too slow for my liking, but her chest still moved. That was enough. That had to be enough.I pulled her out from where she'd slumped, keeping low, then fired three rounds into the air behind us. Not to hit anything. Just to buy seconds, scatter whoever was closing in, make them think twice before moving. Then I lifted her onto my back and ran.I didn't stop.The woods his us fast. Branches caught my arms, roots tried to take my feet, but I kept moving. I could hear them behind us — not close enough to shoot, but close enough that stopping wasn't an option. My legs burned but my mind was somewhere else entirely.She can't die.That was the only thought I had room for. Not the mission, not the men behind me, not what any of this meant. Just that. She can't die. I didn't even know her real name yet. There was no way she was leaving me. Not like this a

VioletThe door opened before either of us could move.Dante pulled back but not quickly enough, and the woman who walked in took one look at the distance between us, which was not much, and stopped in the doorway with the expression of someone who had expected better.She was older, white hair pulled into a neat bun, a walking stick in her right hand and sharp eyes that moved between me and Dante with the particular efficiency of someone who had seen everything and was not easily impressed by any of it."We really shouldn't have put you two together," she said, already crossing the room toward me. "She just woke up."I opened my mouth.Closed it.I had no idea what to say. My brain was still three steps behind and my lips still felt like something had just happened to them which something had and the woman was already beside the bed reaching for my wrist to check my pulse.I glanced at Dante.He was smiling.Not the small controlled almost-not-there expression I had come to recognise

DanteNo matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t sleep. The room was dark except for the thin strip of moonlight sneaking through the curtains. Every time I closed my eyes, her scent filled my head—that clean, warm smell that had clung to her earlier in the evening. It wasn’t strong perfume, just something soft and human that refused to leave me alone.“Get it together, Dante,” I muttered, punching the pillow. My voice sounded too loud in the quiet house. The couple had been kind enough to give us separate rooms after I told them my wife was injured and needed space. Now she was right next door, and the wall between us might as well have been paper.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, but her scent still haunted me. How was that even possible? She wasn’t in the room. Yet every inhale brought her back.I kept seeing the way she tilted her head when she laughed at dinner. I shook my head hard, trying to rattle the thought loose. “This is stupid.”My mind refused to focus on a