The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 53

ALPHA JONAH POV

The scent of honeysuckle leads me further into the club. My mind is dazed at being this close while Thor purrs wildly at the forefront of my mind.

‘Careful,’ Thor rumbles suddenly, ‘Damon’s Gamma is trailing us again.’

‘Don’t worry,’ I reply, ‘I clocked Damon and them on the balcony as soon as we came in. We knew he would never let Elle come to New York without his oversight.’

‘Yeah,’ Thor replies, ‘but we need to pick up speed so we can lose him before the passageway. We can’t let him up know what we are up to.’

‘I know, Thor,’ I snarl, tired of his constant criticism. If it was possible to punch the bastard, I would.

As I make my way down a dark hallway at the back of the club, humans make out along the wall. ‘How far back do you think he is?’ I ask Thor.

‘About fifty feet behind us,’ Thor says, lengthening my stride and covering more distance. I round the corner quickly, opening and ducking behind one of the two-way mirrors strategically placed throughout the random halls of the club.

Standing in the passageway, the overwhelming scent of honeysuckle makes me dizzy and my mouth water. Looking through the closed two-way mirror, I watch as Matt falters his nose in the air looking around for where I went.

As his eyes lock on the mirror, his stare intense, refusing to exhale in case he hears the sound. After a few moments, he continues down the hallway sidestepping the humans littering the space.

‘He’s gone,’ Thor’s deep voice vibrates throughout my mind as he pushes his will on me, urging me onward down the secret hallway. After two minutes of walking, letting the honeysuckle scent guide me further down the dark path.

Coming upon a red doorway, my heart is beating so erratically that I can hear the b***d rushing through my veins. Opening the door, I take a small step inside, engulfed in the sweet scent of honeysuckle, my eyes connecting with the golden orbs that have haunted my dreams for months.

“Jonah!” says a voice I had not heard in months, tingles invading my skin as the owner flings herself into my arms. Pulling away, I look down into the face of the woman the Goddess has chosen for me. Only to find her right eye swollen shut and a cut on her l*p.

“What did he do to you?” Thor growls as he pushes forward, wanting to find the bastard and rip him apart.

“Tiffany needed to be reminded of her place in the pack,” says my nemesis. Spinning around to look at the middle-aged man, my eyes as black as his hair, I can see the smirk on his lips and feel his joy at my anger.

“I wouldn’t attempt anything stupid, Jonah,” he sneers, openly enjoying taunting Thor and me. “You know what will happen if you do.” Then he nods at my chest; looking down to see what he is talking about, I find two red dots over my heart. “You make one wrong move, and my men have orders to kill both of you with silver bullets dripped in wolfsbane.” Turning to look at Tiffany’s small frame, I find two red dots placed on her head, her body shaking violently with fear.

“Oh, and remember,” the evil man says on his way to the door, “Either of you leaves this room with a mark on your neck, and you won’t leave this club alive.”

“I can’t believe you’d kill your own daughter,” I growl, my body vibrating while I try to hold off Thor’s shove to take over and destroy the man in front of me.

“If the b***h gets in the way of my plans, she is as dead to me as her mother,” he replies with a chuckle as he exits the room and heads back down the hallway. After a few more minutes, the red dots disappear from my chest and Tiffany’s head.

Pulling her back against my chest, I sigh in relief as I bury my nose into her hair, inhaling her scent and experiencing a calmness I haven’t enjoyed in months as the flames overtake my body and my c**k hardens at our closeness.

“Tiffany,” I say, as I pull away from her to look over her body for any more bruises or scrapes, “did he do anything else to you?”

“No,” she replies meekly, but I can tell she is thinner than the last time I saw her, like she hasn’t been eating well, and there are bags under the eye that is not bruised.

“When did this happen?” I ask, unwilling to let the subject drop, as my hand gently grazes her cheek, making her flinch away from me. “You didn’t look like this at the theater when I saw you. When did it happen?”

“Elle must have said something to piss my father off at the theater last night,” Tiffany explains as she sits on the couch in the center of the room, pulling me down with her. “When we got back to the car, I asked him about her, and that’s when he lost it. Started hitting me until I passed out.”

As she tells me what happened, I stare, flummoxed that a man, an Alpha, could treat his own family or pack the way he does. “Jonah?” she whispers, her voice soft, the worry in her tone blanketing my body and sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes, my love?” I murmur, my arms reaching around her small frame to pull her onto my chest, savoring the feeling of her skin on mine as sparks ignite my body. Thor purring so loudly, at peace for the first time in months.

“Are we doing the right thing?” she asks once again, and even though we haven’t marked each other yet, I can feel her guilt at what we must do to be together.

“No, but for you, I’d burn the world to the ground,” I murmur as my hands’ trail over her body, unable to resist the temptation of my mate. “Any worthy Alpha would do the same for what’s theirs.”

“But these are your friends, Jonah,” she reminds me.

“I know,” I respond, “that’s how I know they would do the same thing for their mates.” Pulling away from her, I grab her chin to make her look into my eyes, “you needn’t worry, lovely. I will take care of everything.”

She doesn’t say anything as she brushes her lips against mine, my chest rumbling in approval of her boldness. Her small m**n of pleasure allows me to deepen the k**s, my tongue licking past her lips, intertwining with hers in a beautiful dance as I push her against the couch.

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UNKNOWN POV

Jonah’s nemesis closes the red door, leaving his daughter in the room with her mate as a small reward for finding Alaric and Cynthia’s daughter. He has one more task to complete before they conclude their business.

As the man saunters down the hallway towards the two-way mirror doorway at the end, a small smile of victory graces his lips at being so close to getting what he has wanted for years.

Opening the mindlink, he reaches out to his Beta, ‘Beta, bring Fennick to my office. I want to test a theory I have.’ he says as he winds his way past the drunk humans in the main hallway.

‘Yes, Alpha,’ is all his faithful Beta replies, as the forty-year-old man takes the elevator to the uppermost level, entering a giant room, with its back wall lined with two-way mirrors, looking down at the dance floor below. A large oak desk piled high with papers sits along the back wall, and a fireplace sits to the right.

Going to sit in the leather office chair, the forty-year-old man with black hair and a grey streak turns to look at the dance floor, his eyes locking onto the redhead placed in the VIP section with her friends. There is no doubt in his mind that this is Cynthia’s daughter, she is the spitting image of her mother, and of course, Theo Campbell was plastered to her side. The son of Alaric’s beta, this has to be the girl I have been searching for for years.

Hearing the elevator doors open behind him, he smells as his Beta and Fennick steps into the room. In a dry, unamused tone, Fennick asks, “You beckoned?”

“Watch your tone, pup,” the older man growls, “I have a task for you, and if you accomplish it, consider your father’s debt to be paid in full.”

“What do you need me to do?” The young man asks, eager to finally absolve his father’s debt and officially be done with this man.

“Come here,” the man waves for the man to come forward, pointing down into the room below, “Do you see the redhead woman in the VIP section over there.”

“Yes,” Fennick replies as he gazes appreciatively at the young woman in the satin green dress. “What about her?”

“I want you to get her away from her friends and be vulgar as can be,” the old man leers as his eyes flicker to the balcony seeing the young Alpha from New Moon watching her as intensely as he was the night before. Something in his gut tells him that this man is why Alaric placed Penelope, or Elle as she is called now, in New Moon’s pack.

“Why?” Fennick asks, as his gaze watches Elle with l**t in his eyes.

“That’s none of your business,” the man growls, pissed at Fennick’s questioning. “Do what I f*****g ask, or I’ll double your dad’s debt. So what will it be? Do this and consider your debt gone, or bankrupt your pack?”

“I’ll do it,” Fennick replies, casting one last glance at the red-haired girl below, wondering what she did to get on this bastard’s radar, before taking the elevator back down to the main dance floor, leaving the older gentlemen to watch the interaction from above.