The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 19

Damon POV

Elle does not stop pounding on my chest the entire way up the stairs, her screams becoming more desperate and manic as we ascend. The tingles erupting all over my skin from her contact are distracting me from why I am so pissed at her in the first place. We pass some of her friends who look like they want to intervene until they see my black eyes and hear the snarl that escapes my chest. Once we get away from the madness of this party, I know I will be able to enjoy the feeling of having Elle in my arms, even if she is screaming drunken profanities at me.

We finally reach the hallway where my room is located; I waste no time opening the door and slamming it shut behind us. Placing her calmly on the floor, I step back, ready to reprimand her for her stupidity, but before I can say a word, she starts talking in a slur of words.

“How dare you! Is it your job to embarrass me at every turn?” she says, but her voice doesn’t hold the same fiery confidence I have gotten used to over the past few weeks.

“I say you’re doing a pretty good job of embarrassing yourself!” I say, giving her body a longing glance. I should be mad at her, but her presence in my room, dressed in a skintight leather outfit, has been part of my forbidden teenage fantasies. I can feel my c**k hardening, realizing that my bed is only a few feet away. I wonder what she looks like lying on top of it.

“You’re such an arrow–” she starts, but before she can finish, her hand is over her mouth, and she is running to the bathroom. Thankfully, she makes it to the toilet before vomiting up all the alcohol she’s drunk tonight. I should have known something like this would happen. Until a werewolf shifts for the first time, they cannot metabolize liquor as quickly, so they’re basically humans.

Following behind, I reach her in time to hold her hair back as the alcohol spills from her stomach in unrelenting waves. The acrid smell of vomit fills the room quickly, but it doesn’t bother me as it should. I sit behind her silently, rubbing her back gently with one hand while the other holds her hair back. Slade is nervously pacing at Elle’s apparent vulnerability. As a wolf, being immune to alcohol is part of the deal, but until Elle shifts, she doesn’t have that protection.

‘What if we hadn’t gotten there in time?’ I ask Slade as Elle finally stops dry heaving, resting her face along the seat.

‘We would’ve had to kill Jonah,’ he says dryly. ‘You saw how he was looking at her.’

“Damon….” Elle says just above a whisper, “Help me.” Her body is so weak from the alcohol she can barely reach out her hand to grab for me.

“It’s okay, biscuit,” I whisper into her hair as I wrap her arms around my neck, lifting her and setting her against the counter. “I am going to get you cleaned up and in new clothes. Leaning against the bathroom mirror, I remove her hands from my neck, instantly missing the tingles flowing over my skin. I walk into my closet to grab a towel and some of my comfy clothes. The part of me not focused on the task at hand is giddy at the prospect of Elle sleeping in my clothes.

“Damon…”Elle calls weakly from the bathroom; rushing back to her, I find she has slumped over the sink and is dry heaving again. Lifting her, I wipe her face with a washcloth and gently set her feet on the floor.

“Biscuit, this is going to suck, but we need to get you in the shower and out of these clothes, okay?” I say gently as I pull her hair back and tie it up using Elle’s hair tie from her wrist.

“I trust you, Damon,” Elle says as she leans closer to me, burying her face in my neck while a deep sigh of contentment escapes her lips. I cannot stop the smile that spreads across my face and the purring of Slade’s happiness rumbling through my mind.

Unzipping her dress, I slide it down over her h**s, letting it fall silently to the floor. I take a long, sweeping look at the beautiful body before me and almost collapse from jelly-filled knees. The Goddess created a perfect woman when she thought of Elle. Slade is panting from desire, drooling in the corner of my mind, entirely overcome by l**t. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I lift Elle into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Mind singing from the tingles erupting over my skin. The sensation is euphoric, so consuming I forget what I am supposed to be doing for a second.

‘We need to pull it together. Elle needs us right now,’ Slade rumbles through the haze and brings me back to reality. I take another deep breath and turn the faucet to the rainfall shower head, letting the icy cold water rain down.

While the water is heating, I warn Elle of what’s to come. “Biscuit, it’s time to get you into the shower.”

“No!” Elle says with a sudden determination while she comes through for a moment of clarity from her drunken stupor. She is weakly pushing against me as if trying to escape. Holding her firm, I pull her up to look into her enchanting green eyes.

“Elle, I promise I will never take advantage of you if you are ever in a situation like this,” I say, but she shakes her head and continues to push against my chest in a chance to escape. Her attempts are pathetic, the amount of alcohol she consumed seriously impairing her senses. Slade is suddenly clawing at the edge of my brain, begging to take over. Knowing I need to get Elle into the shower, I figure why not let him try it.

“Elle,” Slade says, in his deep rumble, startling her enough to make her stop fighting against us, “I promise I will never let a human hurt you, especially this human. Do you trust me?” Much to my astonishment, Elle says “yes” in a clear voice, settling against my chest once more. Wasting no time, I get both of us under the water, not caring that my clothes are getting soaked. Elle sighs when the warm water hits her skin. Sitting her down on the bench, I take the wash clothes and start lathering soap into them, gently washing away the grime and smell of other men off her skin.

Before taking her to the bedroom, I grab the pile of clothes and get her dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. I quickly wash her body, turn off the shower and wrap Elle in the towel I grabbed earlier. Scooping her up once more, I take her to the bedroom.

Placing her gently under the heavy duvet cover on my king-sized bed, I tuck her in and lay a k**s on her head. Before I can move away, I feel her hand touch mine and “stay” in the tiniest whisper. Without thinking twice, I crawl under the covers beside her and pull her onto my chest; within seconds, we are both sound asleep.

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A nonstop buzzing startles me awake, my arms still wrapped around Elle’s waist, and it feels like I am in a dream. Reality sets in as the sun peaks through the window curtain, and I see that the clock says 5:30 am. Removing myself from Elle, who I still can’t believe is in my bed, I fumble around in the half-lit room to see another missed call from my dad. Twenty-five missed calls from him…Well, s**t. Another ten missed from mom. A few from Andrew and Matt each…

Looking at Elle sleeping peacefully in my bed, I start thinking about the mess she landed in last night. How could she have been so stupid? What would have happened to her had I not gotten here in time? While I’ve known Jonah long, I’d never trust another Alpha around Elle. Especially if they sensed her true lineage, it is the best thing for Elle that he stay away from her. What the hell was she thinking of throwing a party while my parents were out of town?

Gazing at Elle, sleeping calmly beside me, I realize she wouldn’t have been as drunk the night before if she had friends that cared enough to cut her off. Anger consumes me to the point my stomach clenches in agony, and Slade demands retribution for their stupidity.

Opening the mind link, I connect with Taylor, Emma, and Charity, not caring if I wake them up. I need them to answer for getting Elle into this mess. ‘You need to meet me in my office in twenty minutes I say through the link to all three of them, only to be met with barely coherent ‘yes’ from them.

Ignoring another call from my father, I turn off my phone before changing into a new outfit to meet the girls in my office to scold them for their carelessness.