The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 101

ELLE POV

Same time as the Alpha Challenge

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I don’t know how long we have been trapped in the cells but my body is stiff from resting on the concrete floors for days on end. Charity and I rarely speaking these last few days, instead staying in contemplative silence waiting for the jingle of cell room keys and the stomp of tactical boots to pull me from my dark thoughts.

The longer we remain within the pack borders with Damon’s attack the more comfortable Tiberius gets in his victory. Every evening coming into the cells to gloat about how he terminated Damon and would do the same to any Alpha who thinks they can have me. Today is no different as the keys to the cell clank against the metal framework of the door except everything is.

I already feel the heat of a newfound power settling within my skin, Scarlett starting to stir deep within my mind for the first time since stepping foot onto the territory. While she remains hidden in the secret corners of my mind trying to avoid the silver constantly surrounding us, her movement tickles reminding me of her presence.

“Good morning, girls,” Tiberius walks into the room, his unusual cheeriness missing as dark bags sit under his eyes. Every muscle in my face daring to tip up into a knowing little smirk, keeping my excitement hidden a little longer. “Are you ready to give in?” He asks, as he does, but this morning he seems more optimistic than usual as his eyes tip to Charity.

Glancing over I see the tears already streaming down her face, as her nose is snotty mess. Her ability to cry on command could put and emmy winning actress to shame. I have to give her credit for gradually making herself work up to the frantic and useless Gamma.

“It seems like your Gamma will be breaking soon,” Tiberius snears, as Charity starts whimpering like a small child, “how much longer do you think your dear friends will handle the Silver in this room, the temperature changes, and starvation? Your mother already broke when will you? I am growing tired of this cat and mouse game.”

“As far as I am concerned, my mother was a traitor long before you came into the picture,” I mutter, resting my head against the clear wall I am sitting against. “I thought you didn’t want me upstairs until my scent changes back? What’s changed?”

“I am growing tired of this distance,” he sighs, “and maybe the closeness will allow for the mate mark to take.”

“That sounds a little like desperation to me,” I comment, jabbing at the obvious insecurity I know he has. “Worried Damon might find me before you can make your mark?”

A bark of laughter that reminds me of Shenzi, the hyena from Lion King overtakes his body and fills the tiny space. “Excuse me that’s just the funniest thing I heard in the last few days, according to my little birdies your boy toy is still in a coma. He won’t be around to rescue the princess anytime soon.”

“Oh maybe not to save me,” I reply, “but surely to get rid of you. A disgusting bastard like yourself must have enemies everywhere.”

“I do darling,” he purrs, walking closer to me to kneel in front of my face, “the trick with enemies though is to kill them once they’re done being of use to you.” He preens like he is the smartest little villain there ever was.

“Oh?” I ask, not trying to let my interest show too much, knowing the less interest I show the more this insecure joke of a man will keep talking. “So you have killed all of your enemies then? Jonah? Fennick? Damon? They are all dead?”

“Fennick is. I made sure of it personally when I hunted him down for talking to you at the ball.” Tiberius replies quickly but I can see him hesitating over the other names as he thinks it over. “I have men on Jonah he and my b***h daughter haven’t left Diamond Claws territory since getting there. If they do for any reason then they are to be killed on sight.”

“Ahhh, I see,” I sigh, listening intently for his movements, as he scoots cloers to me, but I remain firmly planted knowing the slightest shift away could set him off and stop talking to me. Tiberius is so interest in me he barely notices the nonextsitant whimpers coming from Charity as she observes things from her area of the cell.

“As for the little mutt as soon as he wakes, or steps off the territory in search of you my men on the ground have orders to kill on sight,” Tiberius says, his voice light and airy as giddiness consumes him. “You’re trapped here, so you might as well give in and give me what I want.” His ice cold fingers grab my chin my eyes snapping open to find his staring back at me.

“No one is coming to save you,” he whispers in my ear, slightly gagging at the stench rolling off of me from my lack of showering the last few days. “Goddess, why do you still smell like him?” Tiberius snarls as he looks at my neck once more to see if the mark miraculously appeared in the last day.

Once he realizes that the area is still bare he takes in a large breath of relief while looking at me with kind eyes hoping to deceive me into thinking he is nice, or cares, “come on pet.” His fingers run along my cheek while he tries not to recoil with distaste of the dirt not sticking to his perfectly clean fingers.

“Aren’t you tired of these stupid little games?” He continues to beg, which confirms what I already suspected. He doesnt have the stark confidence he pretends to and has an unstable self-image. He thought I would be easier to crack and the more I resist it sets him on edge.

“Fine,” he snarls, the sweetness once in his voice disappearing as quickly as it came, the man before me following the same pattern he has everyday. His palm connects with my face in a loud slap, while Charity screeches louder than a banshee, begging Tiberius to stop putting his hands on me.

“The longer you resist,” The man towering over me breathes through ragged breaths as his fist connects repeatedly with my face, “the worse it gets.” Scarlett is starting to stir more than before and I know it’s because she wants to help but now isn’t the time to make him aware of her presence wich shouldn’t be possible because of the silver we are surrounded by us in this clear torture box.

Laying there I close my eyes, and block my face with my hands in the fetal position while his hands and shoes make considerable contact with my weak body. After a brief pause, I finally glance up to find him standing above me as his eyes glaze over a moment of panic starts to cross over his face.

“What’s the matter Tiberius?” I ask coyly a devilish smile crossing over my lips as he listens to the person on the other end. Small beads are already beginning to shimmer along his hairline, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides, and his look of eternal victory fades with each second. “An enemy got your tongue?” I taunt him further, knowing its the unwise thing to do but I cannot seem to help myself.

Charity’s sniveling stopped as we both watched Tiberius cycle through a rapid list of mentions at the speed of lightning: confusion, anger, and fear just to name a few. Without saying another word to us his heavy boots echo down the hall as he runs down the cell block hallway toward the stairs.

Looking at Charity I see her wipe her eyes clean of the fake tears she cries whenever he or Zachary walk into the room, both of standing to stretch and get ourselves ready for whats about to come. Despite being blocked by the translucent walls and the embedded silver into the everything their is a giddiness spreading among the other members trapped here.

As I am about to bend over and touch my toes the entire room goes dark, as the power cuts out, and the subtle click of the cell doors popping can be heard ringing throughout the rest of the room, but no one makes a move to open them unsure if this is a test meant to kill them.

“Finally,” Charity exclaims talking about the cut power while we stand in the darkness, “I swear to the Goddess, if I was forced to cry fake tears one more time I might have lost my f*****g mind.”

“Let’s just be thankful most men can’t tell when a woman is acting,” I snicker, silently counting down ninety-seconds so we can be prepared for the next move. My comment causes Charity’s uncontrollable giggle while she vehemently agrees.

“Only thirty more seconds until the power kicks on,” I remind her of the plans we spent the last week studying and preparing for during our training sessions.

“I’ve been ready,” She says as the lights start popping on, and with it a very chaotic rock song spills out of the speakers, confusing the guards still left in the cell area while they run around manically looking for the source.

“Good,” I command, opening our cell door, as the others follow my lead. Running ahead Theo books it to the top of the stairs to keep guard while the many who were caged follow behind to lead away from the pack house. At the top Doreen stands with another guard with cuff keys in their hand as they unlock their hands and file out of the house towards the rest of the war happening outside.

While the line is dwindling at a nice pace we need them to hurry up so we can get get everyone dispersed before Tiberius realizes the thing happening outside are only a decoy. With only five people ahead of me I see two brunettes of similar height and build pop around the corner, with satisfied smirks covering their faces.

“Alpha rescue team reporting for duty,” Taylor smirks her eyes checking over our bodies for any serious or life threatening injuries that might interfere with the plan. “Also did you really need to go with Damon’s music to incite the chaos you desired?” She cringes as one of his favorite I Prevail songs blares through the speakers, at an octave so loud it can practically pop eardrums. She continues speaking as Charity and Theo’s cuffs are removed from their wrists.

Now that every one else’s cuffs have been removed, Doreen is fiddling with mine, the anticipation nearly killing me while Scarlett sits at the forefront of my mind impatiently waiting for the cuffs to be removed from my skin.

The second the silver loses contact with my skin the power that had been tickling me earlier with warmth, is more intense as it spreads from my head to my toes filling me with a strength I never knew possible for a female wolf.

‘Happy Eighteenth Birthday!’ Scarlett cheers, ‘Ready to finally kill this sick bastard and be done with it?’

‘More than you could possibly know,’ I reply, before looking to my expectant friends waiting patiently for their orders to execute the next part of my miraculously throughout plan.