The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 56

DAMON POV

Elle and I weave through the room, holding hands tightly, our scents mixed like a perfect cocktail. Slade is purring like a maniac, barely aware of our surroundings. I am still dazed from our time in the bathroom, stumbling along the dancefloor to the VIP section.

There is no hiding from the rest of the group what happened; I am drenched in Elle’s juices, and so is she. As we near the others, I link Andrew, ‘we are on our way to the table. I do not want to hear a single remark about our prolonged absence.’

Andrews’s laughter rings through my mind, annoyance settling in my chest, ‘Sorry, it’s just that Elle linked Theo to say the same. You two will make quite the couple.’

‘Beta,’ I say, my tone warning him to quit this line of questioning, ‘tell the others.’

‘Theo already did,’ Andrew replies, ‘Jonah is still missing, by the way.’ I don’t need to ask any more questions as we approach the table where everyone else is sitting. Theo and Andrew sit beside each other, talking amongst themselves, while the twins sit beside their mates.

Charity and Matt sit beside each other, but the energy surrounding them is weird and broody. I wonder what happened while we were gone. As we step closer to the group, the sparks radiating from my hand stop once Elle releases it to walk around the table toward Charity.

I can see Taylor giving me a look with a sly smile, but she keeps her mouth shut, snuggling into her mate, Brad. Eli, Jonah’s Beta, stands, walking towards me with a grim expression. “Alpha Damon. I didn’t realize you’d be joining us this weekend.”

His comment doesn’t sit well with Slade, who comes forward, my eyes turning into his black, in his gravelly voice, “I can do whatever the hell I want regarding MY pack members, Beta. I’d remember your place.”

“Yes, Alpha,” he stammers through an argument, “but Alpha Jonah was given strict instructions by your parents for this weekend, and you should allow him to respect that agreement.”

“Then where the f**k is he?” Slade growls as he steps closer, our frame towering over the Beta of Diamond Claw, “your Alpha hasn’t followed through with protecting Elle at all this weekend, so stop with the bullshit Eli. I knew Jonah would never be able to protect her, and I was right.”

Slade looks at the rest of the group, a powerful Alpha aura rolling off of him, “New Moon pack members, it’s time to leave.”

“Alpha,” Eli says from behind, “You cannot leave with Elle, or else I’ll have to call your parents and tell them of this situation.”

With lightning speed, Slade turns around, picking Eli up by the neck, and lifting him in the air, “Do you think threatening me is a good idea, Beta? We both know I am stronger than you and your Alpha. Allies or not, I will kill you without blinking. I am taking my pack home; your Alpha’s services are no longer required.”

Slade watches as Eli struggles for a few minutes, enjoying watching his struggle before dropping him to the ground and stepping over his body back towards the table. “Taylor, say goodbye to your mate now; we are leaving.” Brad tries to protest, but one look from me stops his words in his throat. He may be her mate, but I am her Alpha until she officially leaves the pack for his. It’d be different if he was an Alpha, but since I outrank both of them, they don’t have a leg to stand on.

I can feel Elle’s emerald irises watching me, but when I return her gaze, she looks away, talking to Charity in low whispers. After Taylor has said her goodbyes to her mate, she joins the other women as they link arms to weave through the crowd leaving us men to follow behind like puppy dogs leaving Eli and Brad stressed about how they will explain Elle’s absence to their Alpha.

Once out of the club, we follow behind the women as they lead us down the busy New York streets, clearly on a mission that the rest of us are unaware of. “Where are they taking us?” I ask no one in particular.

“The girls wanted to see a psychic,” Theo reminds me, “apparently there is one right down the block from here.” While seeing a psychic isn’t how I would spend my time, it’s not my birthday weekend, so I just let them lead us.

“Did you have a good night, Alpha?” Matt asks, in typical fashion, a mischievous look on his face. Theo adds, “it smells like he had a great time.” Andrew’s hearty chuckle reaches my ears while Brian, Nick, and Victor try coughing to cover their laughter. While we run in similar circles at school, these three men are not part of my inner circle, and I can feel their apprehension about teasing their future Alpha.

“I had a better time than you did, it seems,” I comment, looking at Matt, “What happened between you and Charity? You had a weird energy when we returned to the table.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Matt grumbles. Shoving his hands in his pocket, he glances longingly at Charity. Is something going on between them? I thought she was with Hunter.

“Matt got denied,” Andrew explains, “I don’t think I have ever seen him get rejected so hard.”

“Come on, Matt,” I say, as my putting my hand on his shoulder, “What were you expecting? Charity is dating Hunter.” My response gets snorts and eye-rolls from the other men in her immediate social circle.

“Sure,” Victor mutters, “if you could call what they have a relationship.”

“Whatever,” Matt snarls, “it doesn’t matter; she is loyal to him.” A look of hurt crosses his face for the tiniest second before becoming cold and distant. I am curious to know why Matt is suddenly interested in Charity when he or Andrew has never paid attention to girls from our territory before. Still, I keep my mouth shut because this isn’t the time or place for this conversation.

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ELLE POV

After weaving through a crowd of people on the dancefloor, we finally make it out of the nosey stinky club and onto the bustling city sidewalk. Since Damon and I returned from the bathroom, I know the others have questions they want to ask but haven’t, especially Taylor, who looks at me every five seconds. I know how hard she is struggling to bite her tongue.

“What happened between you and Matt?” I ask, changing the subject to satisfy my curiosity, “when we got back to the table, the energy between you two was strange.”

“Oh, nothing,” Charity grumbles uncomfortably, “Matt was just being a douche.” Her response makes the twins giggle like there is more to the story than they are letting on. I am about to ask more, but the look on her face stops the words from leaving my mouth. Instead, I focus on finding the psychic from the advertisement.

“How far away are we, Emma?” I ask as we continue on our journey.

“We are a block away,” She replies, letting the GPS guide us to our destination. “I can’t believe you want to see a psychic.” Emma scoffs at the impracticality of it all. Werewolves and witches don’t have the best relationships, and most psychics are human frauds anyway.

“Stop being a Debbie downer,” Taylor says, the excitement radiating off of her, “this will be a fun experience.”

“It’s over there,” Emma says, pointing across the street to a medium-sized shop with a bright green neon sign that says LADY ESMERALDA- Witch of New York City. The window is filled with plants, and a small black cat sits on a cushion.

As I step off the sidewalk to cross the street, I can’t help the sinking feeling that things will rapidly change once we walk out of that shop and return home. Even with the knots forming in my stomach, an inner voice echoes that I need to continue forward.