The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 15

Damon Pov

Instead of answering her question, I lean down and sniff her neck, startling her into stillness. Rather than smelling her scent, it was defiled with the vile odors of other males. The sickening smell of other males makes both Slade and I bristle, knowing any man has been close enough to allow his scent to cling and linger.

“Why do you smell like other men?” I ask, still ignoring that I barged into her room unannounced and refused to tell her why.

“Damon, WHY are you here?” She demands from me again, which doesn’t work because I am not answering that question, and I don’t have a valid reason why I am here now.

“I cannot talk to you when you smell that disgusting. You need to shower,” I say calmly, unbothered by her enraged look as I lean casually against the door and look at my nails without any intention of moving.

“Well, if you don’t like how I smell, you can always leave,” she says, crossing her arms across her chest as she typically does when feeling stubborn. “I’d prefer it if you left.”

Not in the mood to entertain this verbal sparing any longer, I spring from the doorway, grab Elle and toss her over my shoulder in one swift movement. “PUT ME DOWN!” she screams from my arms, her limbs flailing all over the place, hoping it’ll allow her to wiggle free from my grasp.

“No,” I say firmly as I tighten my grip on her thighs, carrying her to the bathroom. I fling open the door, stalk to the large shower with its rainshower shower head, open the glass doorway, power up the hot water, and place Elle inside completely clothed.

Disregarding her protests, I leave the bathroom without a backward glance, firmly shutting the door behind me.

With Elle occupied in the shower, I take the free time to explore her room. It’s the first time I have ever been here, and it’s not what I expected. Her walls are this deep, dark green, with one accent wall of gold. This wall is lined with different house plants lined against it, all in varying shades of green. Against this wall sits a mac desktop, laptop, and iPad on top. All papers and pens are placed in their proper spots, and a complex coding problem is scrawled across a whiteboard in neat handwriting. Does Elle know how to code? Since when? I have a solid understanding of coding for pack protection but what’s on the whiteboard is beyond my comprehension. As I am analyzing the board, I hear a door creek open behind me.

“You’re still here,” Elle states in a sour tone from behind me. I turn to face her, an easy smile lying on my face, showing I don’t have a care in the world until I lay eyes on her. Standing before me in a spaghetti strap tank top, no bra, and skimpy silk shorts, her red hair was wet and clinging to her back. As I steady my breath, I can see the blush creeping up her cheeks as I take appreciative looks at her scantily dressed body. It’s like the wind blew through this room and stole the breath from my lungs.

After a minute of silence, I finally find the willpower to start a conversation rather than throwing her on the bed and ravishing her until she is left in a puddle on the sheets. “I didn’t know that you could code,” I say, pointing toward the whiteboard I was examining when she walked into the room.

Rolling her eyes, she looks at me and says, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Damon.”

“Well, let’s change that,” I say, stepping closer and slightly closing the distance between us.

“And what’s the point of that?” she asked, arms on her h**s, giving me that defiant look. The same one she had the first day we met, challenging, rebellious, and everything you’d expect from another Alpha’s kid, not some lowly Omega. I’ll never forgive myself for being too stupid, stubborn, and ignorant to realize she was more than Omega until recently.

“To get to know one another, obviously,” I retort, slightly annoyed that I have to explain something so transparent.

“That’s rich,” Elle replied, with a dark chuckle escaping her chest, causing me to get distracted by the slight jiggle in her chest, wondering what those n*****s would feel like in between my teeth as I tug on them lightly, making her squirm beneath me. “I have been living here for five years, and you have never been interested in getting to know me. Plus, what’s the point when I leave at the end of the year?” This last part throws me a loop; what is she talking about?

“What do you mean you’re leaving at the end of the year?” I ask, my voice turning steel, not tolerating the thought of her leaving this pack or me. Sighing, she uncrosses her arms, and walks to the bed to sit on the edge, giving me a solemn look. Without thinking, I cross the room to sit next to her. Tingles spread along the places where our skin touches. The tingles are so euphoric they distract me from the true reason I came over. “Elle, you need to tell me what you mean. Now!”

“I have enough credits to graduate, your parents and I discussed it, and I will be waiting to graduate with the rest of the senior class. I have already been applying to colleges away from here. Plus, you’ll be taking over the pack soon. I don’t think I will be allowed to stay much longer afterward,” Elle says matter of factly, like the decision had already been made even though we discussed no such thing.

“Elle, you will never have to leave New Moon, despite what past actions have made you believe,” I say, in a soft voice, while my hand reaches out to stroke her cheek.

“Thank you for that, I guess,” she shrugs “while that is much-appreciated, let’s face facts, I still have college or my mate,” she says, a faraway look on her face, as if she imagines some dream man who will come and whisk her away from here. I can feel Slade surging forward, upset that Elle imagines some other man as her mate, even if he is just a figment of her imagination.

“Your mate could be here,” I choke out, unsure if her mate living in the pack would be better. Seeing them wear each other’s marks out in public, have pups, and be a family. Would that be better than her in some faraway pack where I cannot step in when needed?

At least, in New Moon, I’d still have her close by, still able to smell the cinnamon vanilla biscuit scent I have become obsessed with. Sure, I’d probably have a mate of my own, but I don’t think how I feel about Elle will ever change.

“I doubt it. I don’t feel a connection with any of the males here. Emma and Victor were talking about their relationship as mates earlier, and I don’t feel what they describe with anyone here,” she says nonchalantly like she is unbothered that her words are like wolfsbane soaked knife straight to the gut.

“How did they describe the bond?” I ask, genuinely curious. It’s rare for mated wolves to talk to unmated wolves about the bond, saying it deprives the unmated of the joy of recognizing and experiencing it themselves.

“They just described it as an undeniable attraction,” looking into my eyes, not commenting that my palm is still resting on her cheek, my thumb gently stroking her skin.

“And you don’t feel that undeniable attraction?” I question her, desperate to know the answer. I notice her hesitation as she gulps, finally steeling herself and answering in a firm voice, “no.”

I have fantasized about kissing Elle for years; my wildest did not compare to the real thing. As if staring into her eyes has put me in a trance, I don’t think twice as my lips crash onto hers. A small m**n escapes causing Elle’s mouth to open slightly, allowing me to deepen the k**s. I pull Elle into my lap as her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers through my hair, eliciting an appreciative growl from my chest. This fiery sensation consumes my whole body, and my c**k is the hardest it’s ever been. Elle grinds into it as she adjusts on my lap, nearly sending me overboard. I pull away to catch my breath to be met with glowering emerald eyes.

“How could you do that?” Elle demands, her voice cracking, tears lining her eyes, threatening to spill over.

“What? K**s you?” Confused about what’s making her upset? The k**s between us was similar to a star being destroyed and created simultaneously.

“Yes! You weren’t supposed to do that! I was reserving that for my mate,” she cries, a lone tear running down her face. Without realizing it, Slade pushes forward, gaining control within seconds, taking me by surprise. In the deep rumble of Slade’s animalistic voice, he says:

“You are mine. Do you understand Biscuit? Deny it all you want, but you felt something when Damon kissed you. I can hear your chest beating, the ragged breathing, and smell your arousal.” Slade says as he takes a giant whiff of the air, Elle’s arousal thick in the air surrounding us. “Deny it to your heart’s desire, Biscuit, if it helps you sleep at night, but trust me, you’ll be in my arms one day soon. You might resist me, but I doubt your wolf will. I can already feel her beneath the surface.” With one last inhale of her neck, Slade got up from the bed, exiting the room, leaving Elle still on the edge of her bed, breathless and flushed.