The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 20

Elle POV

The light leaking in from the window makes my head pound harder and the fog from this hangover thicker. The subtle smell of sandalwood with a hint of eucalyptus doing its best to calm the violent tossing of my stomach. Slowly coming to, I realize I am not in my bed or even in my clothes. Did I get a bath last night? Where the hell am I? Jerking up too quickly in the sitting position makes my head spin, and vomit sneak up my throat, but somehow I hold it back. Letting my eyes adjust to the uneven lighting in the room, I look around and still have no clue where the hell I am…The walls are dark, almost black, but with a greenish tint. The furniture in the room is leather, and sitting in the far corner is a shadowy figure whose light eyes are glaring at me with a fiery intensity.

“Hello?” I ask, my mouth as dry as a cotton ball. “Who are you?” I ask the figure in the corner, who rises from the chair gracefully like a lion ready to pounce on his prey. Once he steps into the light, I recognize the face of a man I was not expecting to see, and boy, is he pissed…

“Finally, the sleeping beauty is awake,” comes the deep voice of Damon Ledger. Am I in his room? When did I get here? “What the hell were you thinking last night?”

“I….How did I get here?” I ask, then looking down at myself, I notice that I am not in the dress I wore last night…shit…what did I do? Did I royally f**k up and give my virginity to Damon in a drunken haze? My anxiety rising at the prospect of being so intimate with him without knowing.. and the shame of my actions overcome me.

“Don’t remember, do you?” He sneers, his voice laced with anger. “Of course, you don’t. You were obliterated because you’ve never drank before and don’t have your wolf yet to combat the alcohol. Seriously, Elle, what the hell were you doing?” Damon continues to scold me, but my mind cannot focus on anything else other than the thought of having s*x with him and not remembering.

“Damon…did we…did we…” I can barely get the words out, so I just gesture my arms frantically, hoping he understands my meaning. Telling from the hurt look that just crossed his face and the coldness of his voice, I offended him by suggesting the idea.

“No, Elle, I did not rape you while you were drunk,” he snorts, “I am many things, but a rapist definitely isn’t one of them.” His voice turns to liquid poison as he steps closer to me, causing my heartbeat to skip. “But you’ll be sober and willing when I finally get you in my bed. I won’t need to trick you by getting you drunk like that scumbag Jonah.”

“Alpha Jonah did not force those drinks down my throat!” I say, my voice full of indignation at what he is implying.

“Oh, he might have not forced you to take those drinks, but he wasn’t stopping you either!” Damon screams back, frustrated at my unwillingness to see Jonah in the negative light he is trying to paint him.

“Maybe because Jonah trusts me to make my own decisions and doesn’t feel the need to control every aspect of my life!” I scream in frustration, finally leaving the bed to step closer to him.

“Or he is hoping your young, dumb, and an easy target to get his d**k wet!” Damon says, coming closer to me that we are only a few inches apart. Our breathing ragged, and our eyes filled with an intense passion. We are dying to be the right one in this argument, and neither of us is willing to relent.

“You have such little opinion of me, don’t you?” I question as I poke him in his broad chest, feeling the sparks come alive where our bodies touch, sending shivers down my spine.

“When you act like a spoiled, naive brat, I do!” He heaves our bodies so close now I can feel his warm breath on my face. His eyes locked with mine in an unrelenting battle of wills.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be such a spoiled and naive brat if you let me live my life! I can take care of myself,” I say indignantly, refusing to back down in this fight.

“Yes, you obviously proved that with vomiting all over yourself, and that’s why I had to clean you up,” he says with a sigh, his eyes never leaving mine. His scent fills my nostrils and clouds my judgment; every cell in my body is begging me to step closer to let my lips graze his once more in a passionate k**s, but I don’t. Instead, I take a steadying breath and back away from him before I make myself look even dumber than I already have today.

“You know what, I don’t have the time to sit here and listen to you patronize me like I am a child,” I grunt, gathering my clothes pile from the corner of the bed.

“Yeah, you should probably get yourself cleaned up and explain to my parents why you thought throwing a party while they were out of town was a good idea. Oh, and you can explain to them that I had to leave our treaty negotiations early to come home and take care of your drunk a*s,” Damon says, as his eyes follow me around the room as I collect my things. I do not say another word or look at him as I leave the room and head down the hallway to mine.

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Two hours later, after a long hot bath and lots of vomiting, I am finally curled up in my bed, rewatching the Gilmore Girls series for the twenty-fifth time, when I hear a small knock coming from my door. To find Charity, Taylor, and Emma standing on the other side of the doorway, each holding an iced latte with an extra for me.

“Oh, thank god, coffee, I have the worst hangover,” I say as I eagerly grab the cup from Taylor’s hand.

“What the hell happened to you last night?” Taylor squeals in a high-pitched voice causing me to wince from the dull ache rising in my head. I shouldn’t have drank that much alcohol until I have my wolf, at least. How do humans do this all the time? It’s positively the worst mistake I have ever made in my life.

“Um…..things get a little blurry once we started playing beer pong…..Why didn’t anyone stop me from drinking so much?” I ask them as another wave of nausea consumes my stomach, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

“Girl, we tried, we really did, but you were deadset on accomplishing whatever mission you created for the night,” Emma says, her voice tight with concern.

“I’d say you accomplished it with whatever task that was with the way Damon stormed in the room and carried you out the door,” snickers Taylor with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Oh, god….” I g***n with embarrassment hiding my face in my hands, hoping they don’t see my cheeks blaze a bright red. “I bet Jonah thinks I am a child who needs to be babysat like a toddler.”

“Actually, Jonah seemed more concerned about your safety with Alpha Damon taking you away as drunk as you were….” Charity says, her face filled with question marks at the events that transpired after Damon took me up to his room. “And he wanted to know if I could give him your number. He has been asking if you’re okay all morning since you weren’t at breakfast.”

“Oh,” I say, shocked that Jonah is still interested in me after the hot mess I made of myself last night. “Yes, I would like that. Maybe I can compensate for getting so drunk and dragged out of there by an over-involved Alpha?” I ask the girls, who are Jonah’s cousins, hoping I haven’t completely ruined whatever friendship we might have started.

“I don’t think our cousin would blame you for another Alpha’s actions,” Emma says with a genuine smile making me trust her words.

“Okay, I love my cousin, but I want to know what happened between you and Alpha Damon last night. The way he carried you out of there….you’d think something steamy happened.” Taylor says, giving me a naughty little wink suggesting we had s*x when I was completely obliterated.

“Oh, please tell me Alpha Damon didn’t try to have s*x with you last night?” Charity asks, causing Emma and Taylor to look at me with concern as they realize what could have happened between us while I was that drunk.

“Elle, Damon didn’t….he didn’t take advantage of you, did he?” Emma asks in a quiet and calm voice, her face full of concern, and eyes full of sympathy as she awaits my response.