The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 76

ELLE POV

Running through the woods, I can feel Charity’s wolf flanking my right side, already taking her task as my Gamma now. While we have both lived in this pack for years, we aren’t technically a part of it anymore, and now that my true rank has been discovered, we can never be too careful that someone might use it against me.

‘I don’t feel any threatening energies from the New Moon members,’ Scarlett confirms as we veer to the right, with Theo’s wolf soaring ahead of us, continuing his circle when I feel his energy subtly knock, trying to gain entrance via our mindlink.

‘Horny Alpha at four o’clock,’ Theo says, his voice oozing happiness that I had not seen from Theo since moving onto the territory; there was always an underlying sadness that had not been there recently.

‘Thank you, Beta,’ I reply, his title rolling off my tongue like I had said it a million times before, in a past life, and it was starting to gnaw at my insides like it’s important, but I can’t figure out why. ‘You and Charity go have fun with the rest of your night.’

‘Thank you, Alpha,’ Theo says, ‘let’s see how prepared the new Gamma is.’ His tone is mischievous and playful.

‘Oh, and Theo,’ I say quickly before closing the link, ‘don’t forget about our meeting tomorrow; we have important matters to discuss and decisions to make going forward.’ I close the link, the breeze shifting directions, carrying the scent of sandalwood and eucalyptus. It’s not strong enough to indicate he is close to me, but he is gaining ground every second.

‘Let’s make Damon work for it a little bit,’ I tell Scarlett, pushing her to pick up speed, practically flying through the trees as we dip, dive, and swerve around obstacles. Winding myself randomly throughout the pack, taking him on a wild goose chase.

After an hour of running from him, the exhaustion of the day and my first shift has my legs feeling heavier than lead. Stopping at a small lake hidden in the forest to give Scarlett a break, walking to the edge, she drinks heavily to quench her thirst.

Slade finds us within a minute of relaxing, a twig breaking in my blind, giving away his location. Well, that and the breeze carrying his delectable scent. Playing coy, Scarlett doesn’t make a move as Slade’s chocolate fur brushes against mine, sending shivers down our spine.

Giving him a moment to drink, waiting patiently until the right moment, I swipe my paw into the water, splashing water on his face playfully before dashing off again. Something like a laugh escapes my lips as his growl rumbles through the small field, his paws vibrating the ground behind me as he tries to catch up.

I can feel Slade’s large frame gaining on me, quivering from his powerful aura, not in fear but excitement. His shoulders align with my hind legs. Using his mouth to grab my hand leg, he causes me to trip and stumble on my feet. Using this to his advantage, his large frame tumbles to the ground with me.

Rolling around on the dirt, we finally stop, my body resting on his wolf, huffing in laughter until Slade nuzzles his face into my neck, sounding like a well-fed house cat. My body is relaxing into his, my muscles on fire with a burn I had never experienced before; it feels as if my bones and organs have been ripped out, only to be replaced with lead. My skin tingles, almost feeling like a pot of water as it begins to bubble.

Before I can stop what’s happening, my bones begin to reshape, returning to their normal size as my fur recedes and my nose returns to normal. Fur tickles my sensitive flesh as I lay naked on top of Slade, who hasn’t stopped rumbling since I began shifting back to normal, clearly appreciating the view of my bare breasts against his fur. At the same time, his tongue sweeps over my neck, and tingles race down my spine, making my core clench in anticipation.

As if sensing the effect he is having on my body, Slade gives my collarbone a swipe of his tongue, and I can’t help the m**n that escapes my lips, causing the beast’s growl to deepen as he rolls me over onto my back, towering over me. Within the blink of an eye, the chocolate-brown wolf transforms into a muscular man with blue eyes darkened by l**t and messy blonde hair sticking up at odd angles while a victorious smirk lies on his lips.

‘I told you you’d never be able to hide from me,’ Damon whispers, his lips next to my ear as his teeth graze my back, arching slightly at the sudden sensation radiating through my body into my fingertips. I try to retort, but the words die on my lips as his fingers prance along my thighs, a desperate m**n leaving my lips instead. “Slade and I will always find you.”

A gasp leaves my lips as I press myself back into the cool grass, letting my body enjoy how his hands lightly tease my thigh, his pinky graze the edge of my sensitive folds, my body arching in torment for being denied something I crave. With my eyes closed, my h**s raising to meet his hand, a subtle ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’ leaves his throat as a reminder that he makes the rules and does not appreciate me trying to ruin his fun.

Damon’s lips travel down my neck while my breathing comes out raggedly in between small gasps as his fingers get dangerously closer to my swollen clit, or when he pinches my n*****s between his fingers. Eventually, his lips make it to my collarbone, and his tongue makes small dainty circles while his thumb pads barely swipe over my clit in tantalizing circles; my brain became foggy in the euphoria of my arousal.

Running his finger down the slit of my p***y, gathering as much of my juices on his fingertips as he can, he brings them to his lips, sucking them clean, his eyes flashing to black as his tongue devours every last drop. As if a light is switched on, Damon grabs both of my thighs, pulling them apart with hunger like he hasn’t had my body in weeks. Without warning, he shoves two thick fingers into my drenched core, moaning as his hands move inside me with a slow, steady rhythm while his thumb keeps a light steady pressure on my clit.

The magic he creates with his fingers has me shaking and panting, my core clenching in light spasms. Damon’s eyes devour my body as I bathe in the moonlight. Neither of saying anything as his fingers continue at their steady pace, his thumb changing positions to rub small circles over my clit. His mouth closed over my n****e as his teeth lightly graze the tender skin, my back arching towards him, begging him to take more into his mouth.

Instead, sensing my neediness, Damon removes his mouth, his lips close to my ear, the pressure between my thighs becoming unbearable as my juices coat the grass underneath me. My o****m is starting to peak as I rise to meet his fingers, trying to aid my animalistic need for release. I am on the cusp of coming undone all over his fingers while he continues whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

“Scream for me,” he demands, “let this whole pack know you’re mine.” His mouth closing around my n****e a delighted squeal leaving my lips, as his continues playing with my p***y the pressure building until my world feels upside down, everything spinning with pleasure. “Stop fighting. Let it go.”

His mumbled words of approval were all it took for the fireworks to explode behind my eyes, my body shuddering uncontrollably as an indescribable euphoria has every nerve firing with electricity. Without stopping, or slowing down Damon’s lips hovering above mine in a murmer, “I’ll keep making you come until you scream my name.” It doesn’t take long for the second o****m to follow, his name leaving my lips in a small scream of passion.

Slowly removing himself from me, Damon pulls me onto his warm chest, my eyelids already feeling heavy and my muscles sore from my shift. Scarlett is already passed out in the corner of my mind, trying to recover from the activities of the night. His hands running through my hair as relaxing sparks dance along my scalp, my eyelids become heavy with sleep.

“Let me mark you,” Damon my into my ear, his words like a bucket of ice water being dumped shocking me awake, as I sit up on my elbows an incredulous look overcoming my face.

“What? You can’t be serious?” I ask, removing his hand, and scooting away from him, a growl escaping his lips his eyes turning back, offended that I didn’t accept his offer with open arms. “You want to mark me right now?” I continue on, panic starting to rise in my chest, making it harder to breathe.

“No,” he clarifies, following me as a I stand up to pace around in the small clearing, “Slade would like to mark you at midnight, on Saturday.”

“At the ball?” I ask, trying not to smirk at Slade’s hopeless romantacism, “like I am Cinderella and you’re Prince Charming?”

“I’m no Prince Charming, Biscuit,” he retorts with a small wink and devilish grin, that I can’t help but smile at myself. “But Slade wants to do it then so we can make it special for you, and so that you can see I have no other mate out there. You’re it for us,” he says while taking my hands into his, sparks parading over my skin. “You were made for us.”

“I-,” I try to say but am interrupted before I can get any further in my thought.

“Think about it, Elle,” Damon argues, explaining his logic, “if I mark you, we can break whatever spells your parents had put on you. We won’t have to worry about being abducted and forcefully marked by another Alpha.”

“That’s great Damon,” I reply, while I continue contemplating his words, “but what about my pack? Am I supposed to just let them suffer while I get to live my fairytale?”

“No, of course not,” Damon sighs, and I can tell he is becoming frustrated, I don’t think this conversation is going the way he had hoped. “Once the spells are broken and I no longer have to worry about you being abducted we can focus on finding your pack and take back control together, as an Alpha and his Luna.”

Standing across from him, underneath the moonlight, I can see the seriousness etched into his face, while I contemplate his words. Staying silent, neither of us looking away from each other in a silent battle of the wills seeing who will break first.

With a heavy sigh, and a flail of the arms an, “okay” stumbles past my lips like it had to be pushed past my teeth. The look of pure happiness eclipsing Damon’s face is slightly unsettling as he scoops me in his arms in a gigantic hug spinning me around before setting me back on my feet.

“Don’t worry,” he says, as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, “it’ll all work out. Now let’s get you dressed and back to your room and in bed. You look dead on your feet. Stay here I’ll find clothes for us in one of the hideaways nearby.” Damon places a gentle k**s to my forehead, while I stiffle a yawn behind my hand watching as he walks off towards a tree with a reflective ribbon tied around it, letting others know clothes are hidden inside.

While waiting for Damon to return I put my face towards the moonlight, while a troublesome thought continues to linger at the back of my mind, like a tick it’s growing bigger with each second it stays.