The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 95

ELLE POV

The morning after the Birthday Ball-Alpha Tiberius SUV.

The grogginess from the drug we were shot with before switching vehicles has already worn off, but I don’t want the man pressed against me with his obnoxious odor to notice. I keep my eyes closed, with my head lightly pressed against the cool glass, letting it sway easily as the man wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling close as his nose rests in my hair and sniffs wildly.

“Ick, you smell like too many men,” he g****s, “that pup from New Moon smelling the strongest. It’s been hours; his scent shouldn’t be this strong.” Lifting my head, he flicks on the light in the back, but I don’t flinch even when he grips my hair in a vice grip forcing me to move my head at an awkward angle so he can examine the left side of my neck thoroughly—the side where a mate mark should be placed. Finding nothing, he yanks my head in the other direction, checking to see if there is a mark on the other side.

Pulling on my skin, I can sense his prominent figure looming closely, looking for the tiniest scratch or hinting that Damon’s fangs may have entered my skin. When he is satisfied that he hasn’t found anything, he releases my head, and I let it fall back against the window with a thunk.

He continues his search by lifting my arms to check my wrists and elbows, even lifting the hem of my dress to check my legs. Once he is delighted with finding nothing there either, he pushes me forward to check my back, only seeing the needle mark from the tranquilizer dart.

“That’s all I can check for now,” he murmurs to himself as he pulls me into his chest, every cell in my body revolting, wishing they could crawl out of my skin for the hope they might escape this man. “Once you’re finally home, we can check any other place that pup might have sunk his canines into you.”

Cradling me to his chest like a small child, the excitement and triumph rolling off of him, clinging to the air like static shocking my senses in an uncomfortable way. Despite the silver cuffs on my wrists, I can sense where Theo and Charity are placed in the car, Theo in the passenger seat next to the Beta, who is driving. In the back row, Charity sits on the passenger side with the Beta’s son

next to her.

Leaning his head against the headrest, the man sighs as more comments spill from his mouth, “the only thing that would make this night sweeter is if your father was alive to see it. He took the two women meant for me long ago, and now I have everything that was his. His mate, you, and his pack.”

His words catch me off guard, nearly breaking my stoic facade, which I suspect is the appeal of such an absurd statement to see if I am awake and just trying to mess with him. There is no way my mom is alive, is there? No, that’s not possible. Of all the things to say to me, he had to know this would get the one to cause the most reaction. Despite the instinct to be jerked around by his words, I remain impassive showing nothing. A trait I had picked up and harnessed over the years of dealing with Damon in the early years of my life at New Moon.

Instead, I keep my head resting against his chest while he runs his hands through my hair like I am a coveted pet, my stomach churning with each stroke while he purrs contentedly. I am trying to keep my breathing steady while keeping the bile that continues to rise safely placed in my stomach.

“You really need a shower,” he continues whispering, enjoying his victory, “that will be the first thing to happen when we get home. Then I can continue checking for any other suspicious marks on your body. I don’t need any surprises. Afterward, we can get you acquainted with your new bedroom in the cells.”

While I remain silent, this dickbag continues talking, obsessed with the sound of his voice, “Don’t fret, pet; you’ll only have to stay there until I can be assured you’re broken like a coveted stallion. If I wasn’t so sure you had the personality of your mother, it might not even be necessary. Unfortunately, I can see the same fire in your eyes.”

“I’ve had her for two weeks,” he drags on, keeping up with his delusions, “and she stays strong in her conviction no matter the torture we make her endure. It’s quite annoying but no bother; she will succumb eventually. Maybe it’ll be seeing you go through the same thing that’ll finally do the trick.”

After a few minutes of silence, his breathing slows, and I know he has fallen asleep. Without his voice rattling in my ear, I can now pay attention to my location. Peeking through the windows, I see the sun in the sky, but based on its position, it’s still early morning. It can’t be later than nine.

I didn’t need to open my eyes to know we were barrelling down the highway. A subtle shift in his position has my eyes closing in case he wakes and notices I am too. Once he has settled again, I open my eyes, hoping to see a street sign to indicate what highway we are on.

I didn’t need to open my eyes to know we were barrelling down the highway. A subtle shift in his position has my eyes closing in case he wakes and notices I am too. Once he has settled again, I open my eyes, hoping to see a street sign to indicate what highway we are on.

Another few minutes drag by before I see the toll road sign, interstate 80 in Pennsylvania, as the car drives in the right lane slowing to get off the exit. For the next hour or so, we wind through the back roads, memorizing every turn we take for later use.

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It feels like an eternity has passed when we finally finally roll to a stop outside a large gate, where warriors are standing guard. Waking from his slumber, the man jostles me, grunting that the drugs should be wearing off by now. Shaking me harder, his lips close to my ear as he whispers, “Wake up, pet. You are home.”

When my eyes still don’t open, a hard slap rings out in the car as his palm connects with my cheek, my eyes flying open as I look at him in shock. A satisfactory smile curled around his lips before he speaks in a harsh tone, “you’ll learn that when I tell you to do something, you do it immediately.”

I say nothing, my eyes glaring at him, my eyes glancing behind me, meeting Charity, who looks like she is on the verge of pouncing on the man sitting in front of her while the Beta continues, playing with her hair completely oblivious to her agitated state. A small glance from me has her sitting back against the seat before the pig beside her whispers somethig we all hear it in this enclosed space, “you have so much fire,” his finger grazing Charity’s face, “thankfully, we have all the time in the world to break that before I get to mark you.”

Theo’s growls shakes the car, but a punch from the Beta has him silent but visibly shaking with anger; if he wasn’t wearing silver cuffs like the rest of us, I’d swear that he would have shifted into Cerberus already.

“Enough, everyone out!” The man demands, his cold hands grabbing my forearm as he pulls me roughly from the car. Charity and Theo pushed out beside me as we stand in front of a large stone house with six levels. The packhouse is even larger than the one in New Moon. Something about its dominating figure tugs at the corners of my subconscious like I had been here before.

A memory that I can’t quite grasp as the man tugs me up the stairs, not caring that I am stumbling over the steps, looking like a clumsy mess. Wolves mill around, watching with interest as we enter the home; the word has already spread about our arrival and others probably want to see what the big fuss is about.

Once inside the house Omega’s scurry about with their head bowed, not turning their backs to any of us, as they try move out of his way. “Take the mutt to the basement,” the older man instructs, and seconds later the Beta has Theo by the neck pushing him down the hallway into a door on the left hand side. While Charity and I are left to stand in our ripped and smelly dresses in the middle of the foyer, looking around the room, trying to memorize as much as we can about the beautifully decorated space.

Looking around the room, one would think interior designer lived here with how beautiful it looked, not some creep from the stone ages who still believes the only way to get a woman is with a wooden club and kidnapping. As we stand there the more I notice no one dares to look up, or at us with any acknowledgment as they stand in a row looking at the ground waiting on permission to leave.

“Omega One!” The man calls, my anger beginning to boil at how demeaning it is to call the pack members by only a number. No true Alpha would do anything like that the act has my anger blazing in a blind fury, only being dimmed by how uncomfortable the handcuff are around my wrists, rubbing the skin raw.

“Yes, Alpha,” a short, rotund, sixty year old woman waddles forward, eyes firmly placed on the ground while maintaining her eyes to the ground, as she says loudly “yes, Alpha.”

“Take your future Luna upstairs for a shower and new clothes,” he says, pushing me forward, his words shocking the woman enough to finally look me in the eyes, her eyes widening in shock like she recognizes me. She stands there mouth gaping as she stares at me in amazement and tears filling her eyes, our eyes locked on one another until a hand comes forward smacking the elderly woman in the face b***d trickling down her cheek where his claw caught her.

“I didn’t give you f*****g permission to look at her,” he snarls getting in her face, “now GO!” He screams into her face as she scurries to her feet and away from him, none of the other members making a move or even shocked by the violence.

“Follow her,” he says, his voice cold as he looks at me, “take your friend with you. I’m sure Beta Zachary doesn’t want her smelling so gross.” He cringes his nose as Charity is pushed into me, both of us stumbling in the heels we are wearing as we follow behind her. “Omega,” the man calls, “check every inch of the Luna for any bite marks on her body. When they are done bring them back for dinner.”

Stopping the woman nods, and whispers “Yes, Alpha,” before backing away cautiously before walking down the hallway to the back set of steps climbing them to the top floor. Charity and I taking notice of everything in the house we see. Both of us cataloguing all exits, staircases, and bedrooms like every small girl is trained to do in these situations.

Once we enter the room, and the door is shut, the short woman rushes to me, tears springing from her cheeks, “Luna Penelope, you’re alive and home!” she gushes, wrapping her hands in mine, squeezing tightly as hope blossoms from her chest infecting the rest of the room.

“No, it’s Alpha Elle,” I inform her, my gaze never leaving hers as Charity fidgets nervously by the door wanting nothing more than to be out of this situation as quickly as possible and I can’t say I blame her. “Are you okay…” I ask gently not wanting to spook the poor woman.

“Doreen,” she says, her eyes flicking between us as she shuffles nervously on her feet, clearly fearing my potential wrath.

“Doreen, what is your Alpha’s name?” I ask, touching her shoulder gently while I stare into her eyes.

“Tiberius,” she says, her heart rate increasing as she licks her dry lips, and light sheen of perspiration is starting to glisten on her forehead. “Alpha Tiberius.” As his name rolls off her tongue a shudder courses through her body a small snarl leaving her lips.

I don’t need to ask more to know she doesn’t like the man, but fears him. Even if I wanted verification I don’t trust anything in this room enough to ask. I can’t guarantee the room is soundproof or that there aren’t cameras hidden somewhere.

“Doreen, do you mind helping me get out of this dress and into the shower?” I ask gently, seeing the only opportunity to find out what I can.

“Of course, Luna,” she says, smiling brightly while leading me into the bathroom, with a last glance at Charity I follow the woman to the giant bathroom.

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THEO POV

Beta dickbag has me by the neck as he pushes me down the stairs of the Silver Run pack house, everything looking just as I had left it all those years before. Memories of my mother and this place flooding back to me like an avalanche, my knees bucking under the weight of thoughts I haven’t had since meeting Elle.

As we get down the steps, I notice the one drastic thing that has changed…the cells have expanded, been renovated, and there are more of them, a lot more. As the Beta drags me further down the hall, faces appear in the cages, their skin sunken with large bags under their eyes. There sad pleading faces call out to me, reminding me of the concentration victims I learned about in history class.

As we near the end of the row, the thick clear door is opened and I am thrown into the cage next to a mass of red hair, matching Elle’s shade to perfection. If I didn’t leave her moments before I could have sworn it was her.

Looking down into the bruised, face, with one eye swollen shut and with one emerald green staring back at me. This irises a shade of green I had only seen on two people before and the other one had remained upstairs, “Luna Cynthia?

“Hello, Theo,” her voice cracking from the lack of water, “nice to see you after all these years.”

What the f**k?