The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 89

ELLE POV

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” Damon whispers in my ear, his warm breath causing my hair to stand on end from his closeness as he spins me around, so my back is against his chest as we sway lightly to the music.

“No, you haven’t,” I say as he k****s my neck, not caring that people are watching our every move, their eyes green with envy.

“Well, you’re stunning,” he says as he nibbles my ear, causing a surprised giggle to leave my throat as I turn around to face him. A warm smile on my lips as my gaze finds his bright blue eyes.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I compliment him, “how did you know what color suit to wear to match me?” I ask, curious how he chose a suit that perfectly matches when he wasn’t at Elie Saab.

“Mom gave me three options,” he said with a shrug, “and I chose this one. I didn’t know it matched your dress, but thinking back on the options she gave me, they would somehow have all complimented your dress.

“That sounds like something Olivia would do,” I respond as Theo’s voice comes through the link. ‘Sorry to interrupt Alpha, but only one hour left until midnight.’

‘Thank you, Theo,’ I reply before shooting him a smile while he sits at our table, trying his hardest to coax Abigail from her seat or eat something instead of sitting paralyzed by shock and a little heartbreak. No one from her pack even stopped by to say comfort her, not even the man she calls her Alpha, Fennick.

“May I interrupt this dance?” comes a deep male voice beside us, making me jump, not expecting anyone else to sit there. Damon’s only reaction is to growl in a warning and wrap me up in his possessive arms, keeping me as close to him as I can. He doesn’t want another man around me, especially an unmated Alpha. Looking over my shoulder, I see Fennick standing there with his hands

shoved into his pocket while looking at his feet.

“Look, man,” Fennick sighs, his eyes darting around the room at the groups of people watching this interaction with interest. “I’ll keep a respectful distance, I promise, but if you don’t let other unmated males around Elle tonight, you might cause a war.” He says as he drops his voice into a low whisper so that the nosey nellies near us do not overhear what is said.

Looking around the room, I can see the eagerness in everyone’s eyes, watching us with hopes we give them the justifications they need to start a war. He chose a dangerous path when we walked straight to me at the Mate Find. It probably confirmed the rumors about me.

“He’s right, Damon,” I say, unwinding my arms from his neck and using my hands. I pull his from my waist. “If we don’t make it look like I am entertaining other Alphas, it could cause serious problems for you and New Moon, which you don’t need.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, “but I’ll be at the bar watching the whole time.” His lips graze my cheek one last time before shooting a glare at Fennick in a final warning before stalking off to the bar. Guests parting like he is Moses crossing the Red Sea.

Grabbing my hand, he place the other hand on my h*p, doing his best to keep us an arms length apart. “What?” I sneer bitterly, “groping me isn’t that appealing to you this time?”

“I deserve that,” he replies, refusing to look me in the eye, “I came to apologize for that night and to say thank you, for Abigail.” I follow his stare to find it firmly placed on Abigail across the room, as he gazes upon her like an older brother in pain.

“And if you feel so bad why haven’t you done anything about it? You sat there like a bump on a log!” I say keeping my voice tight through clenched teeth and a bright smile, “f*g useless.”

“It’s complicated,” Fenninck attempts to explain but keeps faltering, stumbling over the words to say but failing to find them.

“Start at the beginning,” I tell him calmly, keeping up appearances, as we sway to the music, smiling out into the nosy crowd as they idly watch us like we are the most interesting couple since sliced bread. Keeping our voices low to avoid being heard Fennick start talking again.

“My father,” he sighs, shame consuming his energy as he avoids my eyes, he’s gambling addict, but also a piece of s**t narcissist drowning my pack of funds and refuses to stepdown,” he growls lowly, his energy wrapping around us like a protective blanket.

“He’s also ultra-conservative and until I take over things aren’t to change for wolves like Abigail.”

His aura has Theo and Charity on alert, incase they have to make a move at any moment. “Any idea when that will happen?” I ask him, “how many times will you let that man put you in situations you don’t want to be in? Take control of the situation, damnit!” I whisper yell at him, my anger starting to match his own.

“Really?” he asks, anger spiking again, “should we duel at dawn?” he inquires, dripping sarcasm on his suit suit.

“Why not?” I respond, taking him by surprise. “Or you can be unassuming and strategic. Either way do something and take f*g control. Do they not teach Art of War in Alpha training? Sometimes the best way to defeat our opponent by being unassuming.”

“He is my father,” he says, looking off into the distance feeling conflicted about having to fight him for something that should have already been handed over. “But I’ll think over everything you’ve said.”

“I know, and it sucks but anything is better than the alternative,” I remind him, with a pointed stare. Looking around I see we are still the center of attention among party guests, “I am guessing your father played a part in why you and your goons grossly manhandled me?”

“In a roundabout way,” Fennick sighs, “he owed a massive debt to some dickhead wanna be Alpha. Enough money that it would have bankrupted our pack completely. I couldn’t risk that, so I was the beck and call of this a*****e for three years. Another three years wouldn’t have touched the debt. It was that much. Until you came into Club Alpha, I was stuck for the unforseeable.”

“Why would anyone want to harass in that manner?” I ask completely bewildered; not many people knew what I was until AFTER I shifted for the first time, dragging poor Charity along with me. Only a handful of people knew who I was then making the list of suspects making the list of suspects rather short.

“I wasn’t sure, but I had a feeling it wasn’t about you,” he says looking to the bar where a brooding Damon stands staring him down while he sips on a beer. “But rather his reaction to you being manhandled, and it wasn’t until tonight that I figured out why.” He glances at me slyly hoping to gauge my reaction to his statement but I remain stoic, keeping my face expressionless.

“What reason would that be?” I question, testing to see what he says, testing how much he will divulge.

“Don’t play coy, Luna,” he snickers, glancing at Damon again, “you know exactly what I mean.” Stepping away from me he leaves me in the middle of the floor watching him retreat in the crowd.

Turning to find the Damon at the bar, I run right into the broad chest of a man who smells slightly like tobacco and mint, the scent offensive as it burns the inside of my nose. “Well it seems that one of the night’s prizes has run straight into my arms. Now I understand why Damon didn’t let anyone near you all those years ago.”

“It’s complicated,” Fenninck attempts to explain but keeps faltering, stumbling over the words to say but failing to find them.

“Dugray,” I say, not hiding my annoyance as I try to back away from him, only for him to wrap me in his arms around me.

“Now, Kitten,” he purrs in my ear as we sway to the music, “you wouldn’t want to offend a visiting Alpha would you?” He threatens, his once gentle voice becoming cold and distant. “Think of the consequences what would cause for New Moon. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

“What do you want?” I demand, my words barely getting past the lips of my clenched jaw, as I try keeping my energy in check. I can see Theo and Charity circling in my peripheral vision, on alert and guard, but knowing not to make a move unless told to.

“Don’t worry,” he retorts, an edge to his words, “it’s not you. Although I can’t you wouldn’t a lovely addition to strengthen my pack, I can see that Damon would never allow that to happen without a deadly fight. Frankly, I don’t have the time, money, or energy to investing into a war over some bitch.” He sneers, throwing the insult in there trying to get me to react, disappointment rolling off of him when I don’t take the bait.

“Probably smart,” I say, sizing him up, placing a small smirk on my lips, “your wolf also knows you could never beat Damon or Slade, and he doesn’t want to risk losing your pack completely.” I sniff the air around us like I can smell the weakness in him.

As I knew it would my words landed on their mark as his energy becomes oppressive trying to overwhelm me but I continue staring at him with that bored expression I have perfected over the years. I know that acting unafraid of him or his wolf has to be irritating him endlessly but I refuse to back down, growing tired of these games.

“Did you really bother me for a dance so I confirm that for you?” I ask, “Or did you have something meaningful to discuss? Other than your inabilities.”

“Damon better learn how to muzzle you if he wants a peaceful life,” he huffs, eyes flashing to black as he fights for control of his wolf, who is begging to come out and put me in my place. As if she can sense Dugray’s overreaction, Charity steps closer to me distracting Tristan long enough that he can get control of his wolf. An apologetic look flashing over his face when he looks at her before its gone again.

Now that Charity has stepped into view his attention is focused solely on her as if he wants to say something to her before deciding against it only to stumble away from us like he’d been punched in the gut.

‘What the hell was that about?’ I ask Charity through the link. ‘ He ran from you like you were the ghost of Christmas past or something. Do you guys know each other?’

‘I did. A long time ago,’ she explains, ‘My father was originally from that pack and we knew eachother as kids, but that was a long time ago. I haven’t seen him in years. I didn’t think he would remember me.’

I was about to ask her more when the skin along my back starts screaming in joy at Damon’s unexpected touch. His scent wrapping around me in comfort, along with his warm breath on my neck. Leaving me slightly shocked that he is able to ignore the scents of two other men on me so easily.

Quickly spinning me in his arms so we are facing each other he grabs my hand whispering lowly, “come on Biscuit, it’s time.” Before my brain has time to process his words we are weaving through the crowd, trying to find a side door to sneak away through.

Looking at the clock perched on the wall I notice there is only twenty minutes left until midnight. Only twenty minutes left until my life changes completely, but am I ready for it?