The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 112

DAMON POV

“ooooooooooh, that had to hurt,” Trent flinches, watching as Elle climbs on the back of an enemy wolf, reaching around to slit his throat with the dagger she holds in her hands. Most men might be disturbed seeing their woman caught in the violence of war but not me. There is something invigorating about watching Elle slay every enemy that comes her way.

“Scoot over,” I say, pushing on Andrew and Trent, so they can move their chairs and make room for me; I need to have a front-row seat to watch her take back what was meant for her. Sliding a chair over, I shove it between theirs, plopping into the chair while keeping my eyes plastered to the screen, terrified of missing anything.

“Popcorn?” Andrew asks as he offers me the bag without moving his eyes from Theo’s fight on the screen. Shoving my hand in the bag, I grab a handful of the buttery goodness, not caring that some fall to the ground as I pop a few into my mouth.

“Our Luna doesn’t play around,” Trent whispers in awe as we watch her take down another enemy. I cannot stop the pride that bubbles as I watch the fluid and graceful movements she makes. Elle does a good job staying outside her opponent’s body, not spending more time than necessary, and going for the kill as soon as possible.

“Holy f**k, Silver Run members don’t mess around,” Andrew mutters, his eyes wide with shock but also excitement as he watches Theo shove his clawed hand into the chest of a man, ripping his heart out. Theo doesn’t even flinch as he throws the heart next to the limp body of its owner.

“Why haven’t they shifted yet?” Trent asks as his eyes flick between Elle, Theo, and Charity. “Wouldn’t it be better to shift?”

“They have more flexibility, and it’s easier to maneuver a human body in close-quarters combat situations than it is a wolf,” Andrew replies through a mouthful of popcorn, “it’s not a strategy used by many packs or Alphas. Most males assume that being a wolf gives them an advantage.”

I cannot argue with Andrew’s assessment; male wolves rely on brute strength, myself included. If I had been in Elle’s position, my men would have been shifted into their wolves. I would never even consider my warriors staying in human form, but watching Elle, Theo, and Charity move through their enemies with ease changes my perspective.

“We need to start training this way,” I say in my newfound gruff and animalistic voice. Slade’s purrs in the corner of my mind usually annoy me but not today because I feel the same adoration he does. Whatever anger I was holding on to slips away as I watch Elle in element, commanding and calm, an Alpha. Hell, maybe a better Alpha than me.

Neither responds as we continue watching in awe, munching on our popcorn, cringing with each brutal kill, no one wasting time to take their opponent’s life before moving on to the next. Elle leaves no one alive for further questioning, not even blinking as she snatches the breath of each warrior.

As I study her impeccable footwork and how she makes calculated moves, her calmness in life-or-death situations nags my mind. “How is the Luna that calm?” Andrew asks the same thing I have been wondering; even I would have made mistakes in a situation like Elle’s.

“I don’t know,” I mutter, the need for an answer driving me nuts, but like many other things in my life right now, I have to wait until I can see my beautiful Biscuit again. We say nothing more, falling into another comfortable silence. Trent opens the mini-fridge pulling out a couple of red bulls from inside and handing them over to us.

“Are you seriously watching a movie right now?” Matt says behind us, causing me to choke on the Redbull sliding down my throat.

“Jesus Christ,” Andrew mutters, his hand clasped on his chest, “can people stop doing that s**t tonight!”

“Why are you watching a movie right now?” Matt asks, coming closer, putting the letter in front of me, and placing it on the desk. “Took me forever to find that Theo’s dad is a f*****g packrat,” he says as he stands behind his eyes, focusing on the screen.

No one answers his questions, returning our attention to the screen; all of us are too interested in Elle’s rebellion and want to see if Matt can figure it out for himself. “Is that Charity?” He asks suddenly as he leans over Andrew to get a closer look. “This is the Silver Run footage?” Matt asks as he looks between the screens with the same admiration Andrew, Trent, and I have.

“Yeah,” Andrew responds, not moving his eyes away for a second, just as engrossed in the violence as I am. Other men might be grossed out seeing their mate covered in sweat, dirt, and the b***d of her enemies, but I’m not.

Matt says nothing more as he watches with the rest of us for a few minutes until he talks again, “are you sure this is a live feed of what’s happening now?” Matt asks as he leans over my chair, ignoring the growl rumbling through my chest as his body is all up in my grill.

Shoving him away from the chair, Trent answers his question, “Yes, Gamma, according to the information received when the video came in.”

“Why?” Andrew asks, turning in his chair to look at Matt, who continues studying the screens in front of him with a puzzled look, but says nothing as he studies the screens.

“Are you sure?” Matt questions while his hand holds his jaw, “because the sun doesn’t correlate with where the sun sits in the sky…In this, the sun is in the middle of the sky…We didn’t receive this video until late in the evening…it would be duskier, and we would be able to see the sunset.”

As Matt explains the logic behind his questions, I notice what he is talking about as I look at the clock on the wall, realizing it is almost nine o’clock. Silver Run is a six-hour drive, so her location isn’t far enough away to affect the time zone.

Seeing the same thing, Trent’s fingers start flying across the keyboard, trying to figure out the discrepancy, while the rest of us stare at him earnestly, waiting on an answer. After a minute of working, his head turns slowly to look at us with pursed lips, “you staring at me like that isn’t going to make me go faster, Alpha,” he includes at the last minute with a turn of his head.

“Sorry, Trent,” I respond, leaning back as I turn my attention back to the video playing in front of me when a tickle comes into my mind letting me know someone is trying to contact me using our link. Letting my walls down, Jake’s voice hums through my head. Usually a calm man like his son, his voice sounds tense and slightly panicked, making my hairs stand on end.

‘Alpha,’ Jake says, breathless, ‘you need to get to the gate. NOW!’ The way he sounds has me popping out of my seat like a jack-in-the-box. My chair slams into Matt, who stands behind me. Noticing my reaction, Andrew stands as well.

‘What’s happening?’ I ask, Slade coming to attention, ready to go on the attack if the elite warriors decided on war first and talking later.

‘Just get here,’ Jake responds before slamming the link closed. Looking at Trent, I give him instructions before running out the door, “Finish what you’re doing; inform the Gamma when you find anything.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Trent says, nodding with understanding before returning my attention to my best friends, “let’s go.” Squeezing between their large frames, I am out of the small office and door within seconds.

Getting outside, subtle scent lace the air I can’t quite place, but it has Slade pushing forward suddenly, unable to stop the shift, my clothes shred to pieces. My bones break and snap into place, my body buzzing as we sprint through the trees, following the scent. Andrew and Matt are trying to push through the link, but I don’t let them in, letting my nose lead me to the source.

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ELLE POV

Tiberius’ lifeless body lays in front of me as the authority of being Alpha settles, the weight of everyone in my mind heavier than I could ever expect. The instinct I had to love and protect every pack member before is nearly doubled. Looking around me, I see my friends and allies placing the silver cuff on the rogues who participated in Tiberius’ rule.

I never intended for them to make it off the territory without some consequences. These rogues are not the ones who were coerced or blackmailed into working for him. No, these sorry excuses for wolves chose to serve him willingly and were complicit in his atrocities. The council or I will punish them.

The packhouse is destroyed as it rolls in smoke, which breaks me a little to see. While my childhood wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, I had some good memories. Most of those had to deal with Theo’s friendship and willingness to get involved with my shenanigans of evading my mother or the constant studying.

A whimper on the side catches my attention to see a sniveling Beta terrified for his future. Meeting his eyes, I am pretty sure he nearly pisses himself as he looks into my eyes. Seeing his fear brings forth the predator in Scarlett as I stalk toward him. Noticing my movement, he scurries away like the grimy little roach he is.

Backing up without paying attention, he rams into the legs of Charity, who was made to be a Gamma for a reason. I swear she got her education worth living next to the Gamma family at New Moon. She may be small, but she is deadly. His little squeal of terror has a menacing laugh coming from both of us.

Torture isn’t typically my style, preferring to kill quickly and be done with it, but I will sleep peacefully knowing Eli will make his life a living hell. Charity bends down in front of him, her eyes dead of emotion while wearing a sneer on her lips before taunting him with her words.

“I’ll sleep peacefully knowing what Eli has planned for you,” she giggles; for being such a petite woman, his attitude is terrifying. “And when he finally grants you death, I’ll continue sleeping peacefully, knowing you’ll be tortured in hell too.” With the end of her statement, she throws a powerful punch, causing his head to snap to the side before he slumps to the ground in a useless heap.

Eli comes forward with two of his warriors, who grab the unconscious Beta and drag him away. Looking at me, the new Alpha of Diamond Claw reaches out his hand in an offering as I extend my own for a shake. “Congratulations, Alpha,” Eli sighs, “I apologize that we can’t stay and help with the cleanup, but I need to get the prisoner back for interrogation. I also want to get back to my mate; she should be going into her first heat soon.”

My heart aches at the mention of his mate as Damon’s face flashes in my mind. Goddess, I miss him, but with the amount of destruction in the pack, I cannot leave it in this mess. Plastering a smile on my face, I respond to Eli’s comments. “I understand, Alpha Eli. Thank you for your aid in returning Silver Run to its rightful Alpha. May it solidify a long and prosperous relationship between our packs.”

With a final nod, he turns to his men and their mates waiting off to the side. Watching my friends walk away, I feel the heat of someone’s body standing next to me. Using my peripheral vision, I see Theo’s floppy brown hair and his body covered in b***d, exhaustion clear on his face.

“You need to go,” he says suddenly, causing my head to snap to his, completely puzzled by his statement.

“Go, where?” I ask him, “I am needed here to help get the pack back on track. I have nowhere else to be right now.”

“Stop lying to yourself,” Theo argues, turning his body to face me as he crosses his arms over his shoulders, a stubbornness to his energy. “It’s your birthday, Elle. Go see Damon.”

“How did you know?” I ask, my eyes wide with shock, “I never told anyone my real birthday.”

“I didn’t know,” he says with a grin, “I just guessed you picked today for our escape for a reason. Now go! Take Charity with you. I can handle things from here.” Without further encouragement, I call Charity’s name before turning on my heel and running toward the forest line, shifting midstride. Not caring about anything else, I put all my energy into pushing myself harder as I run towards my Alpha.