The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 44

DAMON POV

“Dude, what took so long?” Matt asks when I finally get out to the Bronco, throwing my bag into the trunk. “We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago,” he complains, leave it to the Gamma to be a stickler for punctuality. I hate how much we fit into the stereotypes of ranked wolves, but what can I do about it?

“Mom,” I mutter, a little grumpy that I keep lying to her. “Oh, s**t,” Andrew includes, knowing it’s impossible to get anything by her. “what’d you tell her?” He asked to ensure we got our story straight in case the parents asked each other.

Those are some of the scariest she-wolves any of us had ever met. We might be future leaders, but we are terrified of our mothers. Climbing into the front seat, I relax into the leather; hitting the round start button and grabbing the gear shift, I throw it to drive, roaring down the drive lined with maple trees.

“What did you tell your mom?” Andrew asks once we get halfway down the drive, clearly freaking out. I can hear Matt snorting in the back. Of the three of us, he is more willing to lie to his parents to do what is necessary for his pack or Alpha. I think Toby taught him to be that way, but he’d never admit it outright.

“That we were going to Blue Ridge to see Matt’s sister and help Stephan with some rogues,” I say as I wave to the warriors sitting in the brown outpost. Large windows line three sides of the tiny two-man building. Xavier must have seen us coming because the loud squeal of the gate rolling on its tracks caused unpleasant shivers to move throughout my body. My sensitive wolf hearing rubbed raw from the sound.

“Phew,” Andrew says, relieved, and I can feel the tension in the air slowly receding, the pressure from his aura relenting. Andrew’s Beta aura only comes out when anxious, or he needs to put someone in their place. “I told my mom the same thing.”

“I told my dad I had Alpha business to take care of,” Matt chimes in from the back seat, his voice light, airy, and carefree. “He didn’t ask any more questions; he just told me to stay in touch.”

“Of course he did,” Andrew muttered, “you could murder someone in cold b***d, and your parents wouldn’t care.”

“No, they wouldn’t,” Matt confirms from the back, his smugness evident in his tone and the way the air smells sickly sweet. “Not if it was to protect the Alpha or our pack. My responsibilities to my Alpha and pack are more important than the fear of telling my mommy a lie, unlike you, beta,” Matt snarls, his anger whipping out with an unexpected intensity, his words imaginary knives slowly tearing Andrew apart.

Andrew launches into the backseat before I can stop him, his foot connecting with my face, the sting from the contact radiating around my eye. Andrew’s rage smashes into me like a ton of bricks, knocking me breathless. Demitri is already in control as he tears the seatbelt off him, the ripping sound of the cloth reverberating throughout the vehicle, tickling my eardrums.

I hear the crunch of Andrew’s fist as he repeatedly hammers Matt, his growl so loud it’s shaking the car around us, “What the f**k is your problem?” Andrew screams, the back of my seat getting hit, jolting me forward; my forehead hits the ceiling, making me swerve into oncoming traffic, my heart racing as semi-truck barrels towards us. Thank the Goddess for my quick reflexes; I got us into our lane before anyone died.

‘Stop these idiots before we die,’ Slade growls, talking to me for the first time in weeks. I can feel the anger rise in my gut. A fire starts in the pit of my stomach, slowly boiling my insides until it explodes through my aura, my eyes shifting to black from the rage.

“ENOUGH!” I scream, pushing my energy onto them, suffocating them. Slade is satisfied that he can hear their shallow breaths as they gasp for air, trying their hardest to breathe through the energy I am pouring into the tiny space. “Andrew, you have two f*****g seconds to get in the front seat, or I swear to the goddess, I will leave you both in the middle of nowhere until the weekend is over.”

“Yes, Alpha,” they both mumble, but I can still feel the anger coming off their auras, but I ignore it as I stare back at the road. “What the hell is going on with you two anyways?” I demand to know from them, the energy of an alpha command buzzing throughout my body.

“Ask him,” Andrews mutters, looking out the window with his arms crossed and a glower on his face as he looks out the window, pouting from the fight.

“Matt? Anything to add?” I ask, looking into the review mirror to see him having the same expression on his face as Andrew. He says nothing, though, just muttering incoherently under his breath. The disrespect has the Alpha aura rolling along my skin and into the air again.

The headache slowly built into my head, the feeling of a hammer pounding into my frontal lobe starting. I press a finger into my temple, hoping to relieve the pressure. “Fine, neither of you wants to tell me what’s going on, whatever,” I growl, annoyed that they’re bickering like we are children fighting in the sandbox. “But you’ll put it aside right the f**k now, and get your s**t together, understood?”

“Yes, Alpha,” they mutter but say nothing more. Happy with their compliance, I turn the nob to the radio, waiting patiently for my phone to sync to Bluetooth before putting the Blink-182 radio station on my Spotify. The rest of the drive into the city was made without a single word by either Matt or Andrew, their aura still heavy in the air while they glowered, looking out the windows.

Hours later, we arrive at the hotel Elle booked for her and her friends. Going up to the receptionist, I let my most charming smile take over. I can tell the human behind the desk is affected by the physique of the three of us standing before her. Her reaction to us is unsurprising; Women have acted like this around us since we were young teenagers, regardless of their species.

“Reservation under Bynes,” I tell the receptionist, deciding to make the reservations under my mom’s mom’s maiden name as a precaution. I didn’t want anyone to know I was in town.

“Ahh, yes, Mr. Bynes,” she says, “we have you reserved for two rooms, both king suites. Does this sound correct?” She asks, her lashes fluttering at me and her cheeks becoming rosy as she blushes, trying to seduce me, but my d**k is limper than the day I came out of the womb.

“That sounds correct,” I tell her; although that’s not correct, as she said, an idea blossomed in my mind taking root and forcing me to agree to something untrue. Spending the next five minutes filling out the necessary paperwork, she finally hands me the keys to the two rooms. Thanking her for assistance, we walk towards the golden elevator doors on the other side of the lobby.

“Here are your keys,” I tell them gruffly, shoving them into Andrews’s hands. “You two can share a bed this weekend until you work things out,” I say, stepping into the tiny elevator they are following behind me. Our large bodies with our bags easily take up the entire space.

“So, you’re putting us in timeout like we are children?” Matt asks, the offense of being treated this way evident in his voice.

“Yes,” I tell them both, stepping out of the elevator when it gets to our floor. “If you two want to act like children, pouting and fighting, I will treat you like children. I expect more from my Beta and Gamma.” I scold them, stopping in front of the door with the same number as my room.

“Now go shower and change. Meet me in the lobby in one hour.” I command before stepping into the room before either can argue with me further and closing the door in their face.