The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 54

ELLE POV

After an hour of drinking and dancing, without the return of Jonah, my curiosity at his location gets the better of m,e forcing me to take drastic, albeit stupid, measures to get some damn answers. Getting on my feet, I look at Taylor, Emma, and Charity, signaling silently that it’s time to go the bathroom. No words need to be said for them to understand my intentions.

“Where are you going?” Theo asks, standing to join us on our journey to the bathroom. I wouldn’t have time to search the whole club, but I’d be able to look around for Jonah and see his true intentions. His demeanor has been incredibly different than the man I met a few weeks ago.

“To the restroom, Theo, ” I reply indifferently, “you guys can stay here while we go.” I nod to the twins and Charity.

“No,” Theo insists, “let me come with you; it’s not safe.” I can see Jonah’s beta, Eli, watching us intensely while he tries to listen to our conversation.

“Theo,” I say, adding an edge to my warning, not wanting to go full Alpha on him in front of Jonah’s men. “I will go to the bathroom and come right back. It’s not a big deal; Taylor, Emma, and Charity will be with me. We’ll all have our links open, and if you can’t contact me, I’ll give you permission to tear this place apart.”

As the words leave my mouth, I feel the alpha energy bubbling over, begging for a release, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to prevent it from spilling over to those around me. As if Theo can sense my internal struggles, he nods in agreement before sitting down with the other men on the black leather couch. “Be safe, and link me if anything happens,” Theo says, his gaze directed at the twins and Charity in a silent reminder of their promises over the last few days.

The four of us link arms before stepping away from the sanctuary of the VIP section into the onslaught of sweaty, gyrating human bodies, making it impossible to weave through the crowd. Everyone is tightly packed within the small space; a person can hardly breathe, let alone look around at anyone else, making me realize the stupidity of my plan. Thank goddess, I have to pee, or else I’d look like an idiot.

As we near the edge of the dance floor, my hand is suddenly ripped from Taylor’s as a man walks through our linked hands and places himself between us, as his male friends use their large frames to separate me from my friends, herding me like sheepdogs.

Before I can register what’s happened, I collide with the hard, cold chest of a werewolf a little older than me. I don’t recognize him, but it doesn’t stop his arms from wrapping around my waist to hold me in place. “Where are you going, sweetheart?” he sneers as his hand tries to push my strap down my shoulders, making me squirm in disgust.

“Away from you,” I snap back as I try to shove his large body away, but that backfires, his arms holding me tighter.

“Why?” he says as his nose runs along my neck, making me disgusted, “I can show you a good time.” Causing me to struggle harder trying to get away from him while looking around frantically for my friends, only to find myself walled off by this buffoon’s ginormous pack members.

“I don’t need you to show me a good time,” I protest, as I put more force behind my shove, “I already have someone for that.”

“Trust me, baby,” The man says, his tongue making its way across my neck despite my body’s squirming in repulsion, “you need an Alpha in your life. Not some useless Beta.”

“Good thing she already has me then,” comes Slade’s cold, dark and dangerous growl from behind me, relief washing over my body. “I suggest you let go of what’s mine, Fennick.”

“I don’t see your mark on her neck,” Fennick snarks as he pulls back to examine my neck but not removing his arms.

“Let her go before I kill you and your men,” Slade growls so deeply that it can be heard over the music. “We both know that your wolf is no match for me. Or do we need to repeat what happened at Alpha training?”

“That’s easy to say, but you’re outnumbered, Ledger,” Fennick says before nibbling on my neck, but I can see his men closing in around us. Five guys in total. If he is an Alpha, this has to be his closest advisors and best warriors. “I’d rethink that statement.”

“I was outnumbered at training too, but that didn’t stop me from kicking your a*s,” Damon growls, and my body buzzed from his presence. Doing as the group agreed, I try to fight back, but it’s half-assed, forcing me to stay in this stranger’s arms, degrading my body so openly.

For the first time since landing in Fennick’s, he removes his scaly, lizard lips from my neck to look at Damon with a taunting sneer on his face. “Maybe you should learn to keep your b***h on a leash. Then you wouldn’t have this problem.”

His words ignited a forest fire of rage in my gut, consuming every atom within my body. Lifting my knee swiftly, I let it connect with his balls in a crushing blow. Resisting the urge to punch him on the way down, I pushed the groaning male away from me. The

men surrounding us take a quick breath as they watch Fennick drop to the ground.

Sparks dance along the skin from my elbow as the owner pulls me behind him in a protective stance, Matt and Theo closing on the sides to protect me. “Do you want that to happen to you too?” Matt asks, the other men staring us down, still unsure what to do next. “No? Then I suggest you take your Alpha and stay the f**k away. Got it?”

Fennick’s men take a minute to glance amongst themselves before grabbing their moaning Alpha and dragging him away. Cerulean orbs swirling with fury lock with my green ones; the realization of Damon being here hits me like a ton of bricks, knocking me back to reality.

“Damon? What are you doing here?” I ask, staring at him in disbelief as Emma, Taylor, and Charity stand behind him, watching the entire interaction between us happen.

“Saving your a*s once again, Biscuit,” he slaps back, “what the hell were you thinking?”

“All I was thinking about was emptying my bladder,” I respond, my voice even, as I hold his gaze, my heart beating more erratically than ever before in his presence.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he grabs my hand, and I swear the sparks are visible to those around us as he drags me past the crowd at the bar before passing the line to the women’s bathroom. The lustful looks from the other females, and she-wolves, has a new emotion rolling over my body: possessiveness.

Shooting daggers at the humans and rank climbers, I follow behind as Damon barges into the one-stall bathroom, not caring who is still using it or who protests at our cutting. Once safely inside the door, Damon locked it so no one else could enter.

With the click of the door locking into place, enclosing me in this tiny space surrounded by sandalwood and eucalyptus is turning my legs into jelly, making it hard to stand. Damon’s proximity and scent, combined with the alcohol, have me drooling. He grabs a towel to wet underneath the faucet and adds a small amount of soap to it before coming back over to wash off my neck while I watch his every move, my breathing ragged as devilish images consume my every thought.

“Damon?” I ask, forcing him to look me in the eyes, and before either of us can say another word, I crash my lips onto his silky smooth mouth, my tongue licking his lips in their demand for entrance.