The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 87

ELLE POV

“How did you know to pick this song?” I ask. My gaze is stuck on Damon; the rest of the world is nonexistent and inconsequential as we continue dancing around the ballroom.

“Elle,” he replies, a small devious smile, “you have lived in my house for five years. I would have to be an i***t not to know you are obsessed with Taylor Swift. You’d be surprised at the things I know about you.”

“Oh?” I say, slightly surprised that he knows anything about me, “what else do you know?” Curious to see what Damon’s great observations are about my life.”

“Mhmm…” Damon hums as he ponders through everything he knows about me, trying to decide the best one to impress me. “You always watch Pride and Prejudice, the Kiera Knightley one, whenever you get the rare illness.”

“Is that all?” I ask with a smirk, hoping he doesn’t have any more up his sleeve because if he keeps going, I might melt, becoming a puddle in the middle of the dance floor.

“Never,” he says, his peppermint breath fanning my face, a shiver running down my spine as he pulls me closer to his chest, not wanting any distance between us. The electricity bouncing between us seems to get stronger with each passing day. Becoming so strong, I am sure it can be seen from space. “You’ve seen Gilmore Girls more times than you can count. You make my mom brownies every year for her birthday because you know they’re her favorite. I know you laugh hysterically whenever you see a cow running or any farm animal.”

“I can’t help it,” I say with a giggle as the image invades my mind, “they just look so silly.”

“I know,” he says; we both stop dancing to stare at each other, standing only a breath away, not caring about the angry council members demanding our attention. “Who do you think sent them to my mom so they would find their way to you? That was all me, Biscuit.” And before I can stop him, his lips are molded against mine moving in tandem while my toes curl and the breath escapes my lungs.

The song has ended, and we are still in the middle of the dancefloor, lips locked on one another, not paying any mind to the gasps and quiet conversations erupting around the room from the guests. Neither of us pays any mind to the council members standing off to the side, whispering angrily to each other, waiting for us to move to reprimand Damon for his actions tonight.

After a minute, Damon finally pulls away, resting his forehead on mine so we can catch our breath before exiting the dance floor, hands together. After centering ourselves, we turn, ready to face the succubi desperate to lash out at us for doing something unorthodox for a Mate Find. Only if he found his mate was he supposed to open the event with the first dance. If not, it should have been his parents.

As we near the edge of the floor and our table, where our friends are sitting, we are blocked by a group of council members with beady eyes and red faces as they glare at our clasped hands.

“Alpha Damon,” says a middle-aged man with grey hairs starting to pepper his black hair before turning his attention to me, “Miss Davidson.”

“Council Chairman Abbott,” Damon greets cooly, pulling me closer to his side, obviously not trusting me around these power-hungry monsters eying me like I am a fabulous prize to have, leaving goosebumps along my skin.

“You made quite the statement with that dance,” he says, but his eyes are back on me, staring at me, and that’s when I realize he is trying to determine if has been marked my hair covering my neck, making it impossible to tell. “I hope you did nothing illegal. Miss

Davidson is only seventeen….unless…she is, as the rumors claim, a born Luna.”

The way the other men perk up at the mention of the rumors makes my stomach churn with disgust and worry at what any of them might do for the chance to have me in their pack. Sensing my discomfort, Damon squeezes my hand in reassurance before his fingers brush against my neck as he pulls my hair to the side to reveal my bare neck, completely bare where his mark should sit.

As each council member takes in the bare neck, I can see them visibly relax, knowing there is still time to move on me if the rumors can be confirmed. “Well, I am glad you didn’t jeopardize the pack by making a rash decision,” Chairman Abbott says, but his eyes are on me; they scan me from head to toe greedily, practically licking his lips with desire. Seeing this causes a low rumble to escape Damon’s chest in warning scaring Abbott enough that he jumped out of his skin, making me smile seeing him scared of Slade.

“I don’t know who started these preposterous rumors about Elle, but I would take them with a grain of salt, Chairman Abbott,” Damon says, his eyes flashing black, letting everyone in the vicinity know that Slade has joined the party too. “Giving too much faith to rumors never works well for the party who believed them. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we want to sit down to eat.” Damon gestures to our table behind him, where our friends are watching the interaction with interest.

After a minute, Damon finally pulls away, resting his forehead on mine so we can catch our breath before exiting the dance floor, hands together. After centering ourselves, we turn, ready to face the succubi desperate to lash out at us for doing something unorthodox for a Mate Find. Only if he found his mate was he supposed to open the event with the first dance. If not, it should have been his parents.

Without waiting for a response or apology from the councilmembers who bombarded us, we sidestepped past them to sit at the table with our friends. Damon pulled out my chair for me to sit down before signaling to the head waitress that dinner should be served.

Seconds after the signal was given, servers poured out of the kitchen with trolleys covered with salads, soups, and bread for the first course. Damon, Alpha Charles, Luna Olivia, and I were the first to be served, with the rest of the guests following quickly. For the next hour, we sit in relative silence; only light whispers and the clatter of silverware can be heard throughout the ballroom.

Who knew that the hour dinner would be my only peaceful moment of the night other than the dance with Damon, where no one bothered us for three whole minutes. If I thought the gang of council members bombarding us after our dance was bad, I was delusional. The second our plates were cleared, the visiting Alphas and Luna surround us from other packs. Most are only interested in Damon, and I’s relationship, but mainly if they can determine if the rumors are true and I am a born Luna.

“Quite the statement you made tonight with that dance. Is it safe to assume you are hoping to make her your chosen Luna?” An unknown Luna asks while an Alpha uses her distraction to his benefit.

“Are you sure she isn’t a born Luna?” the Alpha asks as he leans closer to sniff my scent, eying me closely. “There is something different about her energy.

“Alpha Tamir,” Damon says, an air of warning in his tone and a growl rumbling through his chest, “I suggest you step away from my date. As I said earlier, whoever started these rumors about Elle being a born Luna just wanted to stir up trouble. Now, excuse me, I would like to have another dance.”

My skin fizzles with excitement as Damon grabs me by the hand, leading me to the dance floor, followed by Theo, Charity, Andrew, and Matt as we dance the next few hours away, avoiding the other guests.