The Possessive Alpha -
Chapter 29
Theo POV
I walk into my empty house, the lights off, which isn’t surprising since my father hasn’t been around much in the last few weeks, too busy with council business. My father wasn’t always so absorbed in work, but after my mothers death six years ago, he hasn’t been the same. Going into the kitchen, I grab one of the IPAs on the shelf; cracking it open, I fall onto the couch as I take a long sip and turn on the TV playing a Parks and Rec rerun. It’s been a long night celebrating Melanie and her new mate, Alpha Stephan. Of course, Alpha Jonah was there hanging all over Elle like a possessive Alpha douche.
“I don’t trust him,’ Cerebrus, my wolf, grumbles for the fiftieth time tonight. No one sets him off like Alpha Jonah, not even Damon, who is also a jackass. ‘Because Alpha Damon cares about Elle, Jonah is using her, I am sure of it. Something about his scent doesn’t smell right.’
‘I know, Cerebrus,’ I sigh, growing tired of this carousel conversation we have been having since we’ve met Elle. “But I don’t understand why you care so much. She isn’t our mate.’ I know what our friends suspect, that I have some secret crush on Elle, I feel protective of her, but the thought of ever seeing Elle naked makes me want to gag, and Cerebrus isn’t interested in her that way either. Shouldn’t I feel s****l attraction to her if she was my mate?
“I can’t explain it, Theo,’ is his response before retreating into the recesses of my mind. Of course, he leaves before an explanation. That has been his typical behavior since I stepped foot on this territory. It’s like he knows more but can’t, or won’t, talk about it. It’s a f*****g nuisance. Things have been strange ever since we moved here. I can’t remember certain things from my past. Aspects that I knew, like the back of my hand, are suddenly foggy- no matter how much I try to tug at the memories, the murkier it becomes. Whatever is going on with me has to do with Elle; something is off about her energy. It’s raw and powerful but familiar like I knew her in another life.
*Knock* Knock * Knock *
Who the hell could be here at this time of night? It’s almost midnight; I am sure most of the pack members won’t be leaving the house until the wee hours of the morning. Blue Ridge has been an ally of New Moon since its conception. Many members here have found their mates from there or vice versa. I don’t answer the door hoping whoever is on the other side gets the hint going away. Instead, I continue to pay half attention to the Parks rerun on the screen.
* Knock * Knock * Knock *
Only this time, it sounds like they’re trying to break the door down. “Come on, Campbell,” comes the annoying growl of my high school nemesis. What the f**k could he want? Elle isn’t here for him to stalk. His obsession with her is evident to everyone else but her. Getting up from the couch I find Damon, Andrew, and Matt standing on my front porch.
Andrew is the first to talk, “Sorry to bother you, man,” he starts, “but we need to talk.” I look at Damon, who hasn’t made a peep since I opened the door; he is to busy giving me that patented Alpha glare.
“Okay,” I respond, keeping my tone dry, “about what?” I ask, I have a sneaking suspicion I already know what this is about, but I want to hear him confirm my suspicions.
“Mind if we come in?” Andrew asks, gesturing to the living room couch visible from the front door.
“Yes,” I cross my arms in defiance, “Not until you tell me what you’re doing on my front porch,” I block the doorway, causing Damon to speak since I stepped onto the porch.
“Stop being such a d**k and let us in,” Damon demands, inching closer as if his aura is supposed to intimidate me, but it doesn’t. I have lived in over twenty packs in the last six years and have met a lot of young Alphas in my time. Most get touchy when a young, ranked wolf is not part of their inner command, especially when they are unmated alphas. I come from a long line of Beta’s, and the only one I’ve ever lost to is Elle because I was too busy arguing with Cerebrus to pay attention.
“Listen, Alpha douche-brain,” I say, stepping toe to toe with him, “you are not coming into my house until you tell me why the hell you’re here.”
“Okay, okay,” Andrew says, stepping between us. “There is no need to fight; we came in peace and are offering you a truce.” The last word catches my attention. Looking at Damon, he puts his palms up and steps back while Matt gives me a reassuring smile. I should have known that he would; he is the Gamma, after all.
“If that’s true, you’ll tell me why you’re here,” I respond, refusing to back down. There is no way they are coming into my house without telling me.
“We need help with a report,” Matt says, speaking for the first time. While I applaud his quick thinking, he has to know I don’t believe a word.
“Bullshit,” I say, stepping inside and attempting to shut the door behind me, but Damon stops me before I can close it.
“Fine, you win,” Damon grumbles, “It has to do with Elle.” Of course, it does. The man’s only personality trait is his obsession with her.
“Finally, a horse of a different color,” I respond, opening the door and gesturing them inside. Andrew and Matt waste no time making themselves at home, but Damon chooses to stand next to the door, his arms crossed, with a pouty face. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on, or will we spend our time staring at each other?”
“Fine,” Damon says, stepping forward, “but you must promise me that anything we discuss doesn’t get back to Elle or anyone else. Can you do that?” I ponder his question for a moment before finally agreeing to keep this conversation a secret.
“We need your help figuring out which packs are connected with covens,” Damon says, finally taking the lead in the conversation.
“Okay, but I don’t understand what that has to do with Elle,” I say, confused about how witches have anything to do with Elle.
“My parents made an unbreakable vow with Elle’s,” Damon grunts like he shouldn’t be telling me this information.
“Okay….” Why would witches be involved with Elle’s parents? A nagging feeling is tugging at my mind like I want to remember
something important but can’t. It’s on the tip of my tongue; it doesn’t want to come out of my mouth.
“We want to know the details of that vow,” Damon finishes as if that’s all I need to know.
“Then ask your parents,” I retort. Why is he asking me when his parents are the obvious choice to get the answers he wants?
“They can’t tell me,” Damon responds, annoyed by my endless questions, but he came asking for my help, so he is stuck telling me what I want to know.
“Look, I cannot help you,” I say, which is the truth. I cannot help him.
“Why not?” Damon demands, his anger flaring, annoyed by my refusal to help him.
“Packs that collaborate with witches keep that secret pretty close to the vest,” I explain, “I may be the son of a council member, but I do not have the security clearance to know that.”
“Does your father?” Andrew asks; apparently, these goons aren’t taking no for an answer.
“Probably, but there is no way in hell he’d tell me.” That’d mean he would have to be home for more than five minutes at a time. I cannot blame him. Honestly, I am surprised he survived her death. It’s rare for wolves to survive a mate’s death, making me wonder if my dad has a second chance out there. “He might have documents about them in his office, although he keeps it locked at all times.” Even when he is inside, that door is locked.
“Looks like we need to break in,” Matt chimes into the conversation, a look of excited glee all over his face and in his aura.
“You idiots can’t be serious. Please tell me you’re not serious?” I ask them as I run a hand through my hair, anxious about breaking into my father’s most sacred space.
“We are as serious as a human heart attack,” Damon confirms, his blue eyes practically steel as he gazes at me as if daring me to challenge him.
“Fine,” I say, knowing from his eyes that he won’t give this up, especially if it has to do with Elle. At least if I help them, I might get some answers of my own. “When are we doing this?”
“Will your dad be home tomorrow night?” Matt asks, clearly the mastermind behind breaking and entering. What the f**k am I getting myself into?
“No, he won’t be home until Elle’s first shift,” I tell them, and I can see the look of pity that crosses their eyes. Alpha’s travel, but it’s rare for them to be out of their territory too long, especially when they have a Luna or pups at home. The life of a ranked council member isn’t like those of ranked members in a stationary pack.
“Then it’s settled,” Damon says, looking into my eyes, “We will see you tomorrow night at 9.” As quickly as the three of them entered my house, they were gone again, leaving me to recover from the shock of their visit.
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