The Possessive Alpha -
Chapter 69
DAMON POV
My entire body is on fire, every inch of my skin sparking with ecstasy. Slade is purring like a baby kitten, and I know I should focus on the task, but I keep getting distracted by her scent. Goddess, help me stop the semi- I am already sporting as she wiggles around, trying to adjust. If she continues this, I will drag her into another room and have my way with her.
‘Hey, uhhh Alpha, could you cool with the horny a*s Alpha energy, please?’ Matt begs through the mindlink, breaking through the thin barriers I had set up. Glancing at Matt, Andrew, and Theo, they all wear the same uncomfortable, flushed expression as they try not to be affected.
‘Sorry,’ I grumble, ‘I will try too, but I can’t make any promises.’ How can I calm myself quickly when all my hidden fantasies were this scenario? Being open and free with Elle, now all I have to do is mark her, and the picture will be complete.
“Okay, can we back up to the beginning?” Charity asks, leading the questions with the seriousness that reminds me of Toby when interrogating a suspect in the cells. Matt isn’t hiding the smile or the pride he feels watching her either, as he stands behind, slightly out of her eyesight.
“Shoot,” Elle responds, her voice serious.
“Why? Why will your shift call forth a beta and gamma?” Charity asks, puzzled by this revelation. It’s not commonly seen in our community for an Alpha’s initial shift to call forth a beta and gamma for his pack; it’s decided by birth.
“It happens only if the beta and gamma from the old pack die, or the pack is disbanded, and none of the originals live on the territory any longer. It’s an extremely rare thing to happen, but it can. It’s something that isn’t discussed between lower-ranking pack members,” I say, telling Charity what I learned while in Alpha training.
“How often does this happen?” Charity asks, a little worried about wolves that will force the shift on their humans, who might not survive.
“More often than you might think,” I respond, honestly being the only one to know the answer to this question. “Especially among bastard Alpha rogues, and it’s how rogue civil communities start.”
“That’s ironic,” Charity mumbles before firing into the next question. “How many wolves survive a forced shift?”
I glance at Matt, unsure if I should share the current statistical data. They grew up as next-door neighbors, and their moms have been best friends since Charity’s family moved into the pack. Matt gives me a slight nod, telling me it’s safe to go ahead. If anyone knows how Charity would handle the information, it’s him.
“Statistically,” I reply, “one in seventy-five survives. The last known survivor was over a hundred years ago, but they were powerful; they must be to survive that.”
“What if I shift outside the territory?” Elle asks, and I understand her line of questioning, but her shift radius has, at minimum, a fifty-mile range where it can affect others and can be more than that on unclaimed territory.
“That won’t work, babe,” I say, not using my other term of endearment for her in a room full of these teasing jackasses, “an Alpha’s energy is always the strongest and most uncontrollable during their first shift. Territory borders can help keep it contained, but out in the unclaimed territory? Who knows how far your energy will spread.”
Leaving Elle inside the territory puts our members at risk but letting her go could be worse. “So, what do we do? How do we keep the pack members safe?” Elle asks, her worry seeping into me like it’s being siphoned. Everyone else remains silent as they try to ponder the predicament we are in.
“Nothing,” I blurt out, having five different heads snap to look at me like I have gone mental, including Elle.
“Nothing? You want us to do nothing?” Elle asks in utter disbelief that I could be saying such a thing but honestly, what other choices do we have? “Pack members could die, and you suggest we do nothing?” Elle asks, jumping up from my lap, she fixes me with a glare, and I swear her eyes are glowing a bright green.
“Think about it, Elle,” I say calmly, “my parents know what and who you are. They knew what could happen on your first shift. They knew there would be no hiding any longer.”
“Damon, no,” she argues, shaking her head and turning to look out the window at the training field filled with pack members enjoying the warm weather. Standing behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into my chest and letting the sparks dance over her skin, working their magic in calming her raging heart.
“Think about it, biscuit,” I whisper into her ear, watching over the pack, realizing this is what it will be like to have her by my side, ruling New Moon. “My parents know what and who you are. They knew the risks of letting you shift inside the territory. There is a reason they want you to, and it must have to do with the plan your parents have created.”
“A plan I had no say in making,” she grumbles; a touch of resentment is buried underneath her words. I can tell she is upset that people keep making decisions about her life without telling her about the choices made in the name of her protection. Instead, leaving her alone to figure it out by herself without guidance.
“I understand,” I say, peppering small k****s on her shoulder, not caring that my men are watching me act like a lovesick teenager. The only thing that matters to me is calming the anxiety coursing through her body. “Ultimately, you decide to make whatever you want, but I think you should consider what I’ve said.”
Elle remains silent for a moment, her eyes watching a game of soccer being played in the field below, but I can hear the wheels turning in her mind as she weighs the pros and cons of each decision. The room sits in silence as we let her process the turmoil of emotions and logic. After a few minutes, she finally looks at the rest of us with determination, “Damon was right. If his parents were concerned about it, they wouldn’t let me shift here. I will leave the territory if anyone has any objections against it.”
Every person shakes their head no, “Okay, then, everyone should try to get back home and try to rest before tonight. It will be a huge night; we all need to ensure we are ready for whatever happens.” I say, desperate to get everyone out of the room so I can have a few precious moments alone with Elle.
Once the others have filed out of the room, I turn Elle around in my arms, plastering my lips to hers as I plunge my tongue darts between her lips to dance and mingle with hers. My mouth moves in a wanton fury like she is the first freshwater I have seen after years in the desert. Slade is panting while flashing pictures of her bent on the sink in the club, pushing her sweet into my face with an unquenchable need.
Elle’s hands run through my hair, fueling me on, neither of us caring that the bedroom door is still wide open and my parents can walk by at any time. Letting my hand run up underneath her shirt, my thumb traces the underwire of her bra, causing a sweet, little m**n to leave her lips. Pushing her against the window sill, I use my knee to spread her legs apart, placing my h**s squarely between hers.
The small movement allows for the scent of her arousal to run me over like a bulldozer, weakening me in the knees and turning them to jelly. Grabbing a fistful of her red hair, I yank her head to the side trailing k****s along her jawline until I reach her earlobe, giving it a little nibble, knowing it drives her wild.
A small delightful gasp leaves her lips, heightening my desire, as my thumb lazily rolls her n****e in my hand, causing her back to arch while she pants like b***h in heat. “Damon,” she says in a breathy m**n causing a fire to rage in my loins, begging for a release.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I scold, my voice cold and dominating as I pull her delicate earlobe between my teeth, my lips suckling on it while her p***y rubs against me, looking for its release. “When are you going to learn, biscuit?” I ask before planting one last k**s on her lips before stepping back and turning on my heel to leave the room. Stopping at the doorway to turn back and enjoy the sight of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips as she tries to recover from the daze I always seem to put her in.
“Come on,” I demand, my voice holding a bit of my Alpha aura as I ask her to follow me back to her room, and thankfully, she willingly obliges.
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