Damon Pov
An hour later, having dropped off Andrew and Matt at their houses, I am finally pulling up to the pack mansion. I park the bronco in front of the house, grab my phone, and race into the house like my life depends on it.
As soon as the door opens, Slade and I can smell the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls. For the first time in months, Slade relaxed in my mind, and without thinking, I let my nose lead the way. Before I realized where my feet were taking me, I found myself outside Elle's door, breathing heavily.
Not ready to leave, I sank to the floor, leaning against the door and letting my nostrils fill with her sweet scent. My body is relaxing for the first time in weeks that I don't realize when the rest of the world falls away...
"Damon, wake up, son," my father's voice startles me awake, my eyes wide, confused about where I am. The last thing I remember is sitting outside Elle's room. I can't still be there, can I?
"Dad! Wha-?" I ask, my voice still groggy from sleep. My hands tried to wipe the slumber from my eyes. It took me a few more seconds to realize I must have fallen asleep outside Elle's room. Fuck.
"I found you sleeping. What are you doing sleeping outside Elle's room?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity, but the worst is how his eyes feel like they're peering into my soul.
"I...uh...I don't know...I must have sleepwalked or something..." I try to explain, but guessing by the looks on his face he doesn't believe my lies, and I am ready for him to call me on it.
"Well, you should probably get back to your room. It would help if you had some sleep before you come to my office at 9 am to catch up on the business you missed while at training. I know it's the first day of senior year, but you missed a lot of important things while away," he says as he offers me his hand to help me from the ground and pull me into a hug.
My father wasn't an overly emotional man, especially in front of other pack members. But in private, when it's just him, mom, and me, he opens up. "It's good to have you home, son. Your mother and I have missed you."
"I have missed you too. What time is it?" I ask him, wondering how long I have been outside Elle's door and who else might have seen me slumped over like a lovesick puppy.
"It's about 3 am. What time did you get home?" he asks as we start walking to the stairway to the upper levels of our rooms.
"We crossed the borders around one a.m, I think," I reply anxiously, wishing to be done with this conversation and the embarrassment I feel being found sleeping outside Elle's room like some lovesick pup begging for a chance to go to the school dance. I am not that kind of loser.
"Oh well, go get some sleep, son," he says as we get to the level my room is on. "Oh, and Damon?" he asks as I put my handle on my door handle, causing me to turn and look back at him standing on the stairs.
"Yeah?" I ask, turning to look at him one last time before walking into the bedroom I haven't seen in weeks.
"Let's not sleepwalk outside Elle's room anymore. Understood?" he asks, but the edge in his voice could sharpen knives which unsettles my possessive Alpha wolf, who is pissed at being told what to do.
"Got it," I say before walking into my room and slamming my door with more force than necessary. Shrugging off my shoes and tearing off all my clothes until I'm only in my boxers, I crawl into bed, hoping to get some sleep before I have to meet my father in his office.
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LUNA OLIVIA POV
The annoying beep of my alarm clock rouses me from a profound sleep. Reaching over to touch my mate before leaving him for an entire day but finding sheets between my fingers jolts me awake quicker than the sex. Where could he be at three a.m? At this godless hour?
I am only up because I am going to New York City with the girls and Elle. Now that her wolf is about to surface, things will change around here quickly. I want this last experience with her before the truth of her purpose here becomes known. I Reach out through the bond to feel for my mate, Charles, only to smell him coming in the door.
He may be older than when we first met, but he is still the most breathtaking man I have ever met. He has a knowing smile as he starts undressing, unaware of my eyes on him. Feeling mischievous, I ask him, "where have you been?" Just for the chance to startle him since it's such a rarity.
"I was thirsty, but I ran into Damon sleeping outside Elle's room again," he says, and I don't need a light on to see the smirk on his lips. Unfortunately, he responds utterly unphased by my question, damn Alpha genes.
"Remember when you could carry him back to his room?" I ask with a chuckle, "I guess things have changed since then and will continue to do so, won't they?" I ask him, the worry evident in my voice.
"They will," Charles said with a sigh, "but we made a promise we cannot break, and we know what needs to be done. We promised, Liv." His face holds compassion and understanding, but something in his tone has a reminder.
A reminder of what will happen if we don't hold up our end of the agreement, and there is no way I could handle the consequences, so I continue with the responsibilities given to me even when I doubt my abilities.
"We love Elle like she is our own," Charles says, feeling my reservations through the bond. He knows how hard I struggled with the decisions we made long ago. "We owe it to her and Damon to do this. We can't back down now; we already agreed."
"I know; what's done is done," I say with a sigh, watching as Charles approaches me with a sly smile. Crawling on top of me, Charles nibbles on my marking spot, sending tantalizing shivers down my spine and a moan from my lips.
"Are you trying to distract me, Alpha?" I ask, giggling like a teenage girl making out with her football star boyfriend. "That depends on if it's working?" he asks in whispers as his lips barely brush against the skin of my neck, causing my eyes to roll back in pleasure.
"Oh, definitely," I say, grabbing his face and looking into his blue eyes before smashing my lips against his in need, wrapping my arms and legs around him. Forgetting about our promises, troubles, and impending doom, I lose myself in my mate, knowing we can worry about the rest later.
Together.
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DAMON POV
After tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep from Slade's incessant grumbling about our father, I glance at the clock seeing it's only 7:00 am. I can shower and still run into Elle before she leaves for the first day of class.
I know that seeing her would help Slade calm down; this is the longest either of us has gone without seeing her face. I'd be lying if I disagreed that it affects me as much as him. Running to the closet, I pulled out some clothes with a towel and headed through the doorway to the connected bathroom.
Stripping out of the boxers, I stride to the corners where the rainfall showerhead sits and turn it to as hot as it goes. I sit underneath, enjoying the warmth for a minute before I get to work, washing off the stink of my travels.
After fifteen minutes, I am standing in front of a foggy mirror with the towel wrapped around my waist. I quickly dry myself and put on the clothes I picked out before heading to the kitchen, hoping to see Elle's fiery red hair sitting at the counter eating her breakfast.
Instead, I walk into the kitchen without her presence but am greeted with the smell of Helena cooking pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, and potatoes. The Alpha training mess hall could not compare to her cooking, and I have missed it.
"Good morning Alpha Damon. We are happy to have you back home," Helena says as she comes over to hug me before returning her eyes to the fluffy pancakes sitting on the grill. "Sit down. Let me get you a plate."
"Don't have to tell me twice, Helena. I think your cooking was one of the things I missed the most while away.
"Good, I would be offended if it wasn't," she cackles while placing a plate piled high with food in front of me. We caught up while I ate my food and waited for Elle to come down for her breakfast. But as the clock neared eight, I looked at the stairs expecting her to walk down any second.
"Are you waiting on someone, Alpha?" Helena asks as she watches me look at the clock on the wall for the millionth time.
"Oh well, I just thought that Elle would already be down here for class to eat; she is going to be late for the first day of her Junior year if she doesn't hurry," I say to Helena, not looking her in the eye as I shove more pancake into my mouth.
"Oh, Elle went with the Luna and other women to New York City for a girl's day. Knowing how those women like to shop, I doubt they'll be home until late at night." Helena chuckles at my mom's shopping addiction. Now I feel a little sheepish, having forgotten that my mom told me about these plans yesterday, and I forgot too excited at the chance of seeing Elle after so long apart.
"Oh, right. Mom told me I just forgot, I guess," I say, but Slade isn't happy that my mother took Elle with her to the city; he didn't like the idea of her being in the big city without protection. Plus, why would my mother bother taking Elle to the city? It's not like she needs clothes. I ensured she had plenty of sweatpants and sweatshirts to wear throughout the year.
"She probably took her so they could buy a dress for your birthday ball," Slade grumbles from the corner of my mind "you know the ball where they are going to arrange her mating with another Alpha." he finishes before returning to where he came from within my mind.
I say nothing as I head to my father's office, my mind too occupied with Slade's comments. I try my hardest to keep Slade's remarks out of my head, but they keep me distracted throughout the day, even when meeting new pack transfers. I tried my hardest to push it to the side, but I think my dad picked up that my mind was elsewhere. Even now, laying in bed, I am too consumed with the thoughts of Elle finding another Alpha that I don't even notice when I drift off to sleep.
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ALPHA CHARLES POV I am sitting at the large oak desk, the leather of my office chair cool against my shirt, calming the nerves raging throughout my body. When the door opens, I feel the heat of aquamarine eyes on I didn't need to look at Olivia to know the wheels are grinding inside her head, the bond telling me everything. "Ask what you want," I say, my voice dry, the mental exhaustion thinks in my voice. "Did you set up the meeting between Elle and Theo?" My mate's voice rings out, her nerves firing rapidly through our connection. "Of course," I reply, closing my eyes and letting my fingers drag across my brows and temples, trying to calm the storm behind my eyes. "I guess it's too late to back out of our commitments now," she sighs, but I can feel her coming up behind me; tingles spread throughout my body as she runs her fingers through my hair, relaxing my tense muscles. A chuckle bubbles past my lips, my hand grabbing her wrist to plant a kiss before allowing my blue-gray
Elle Pov "I was thinking the same thing, but I don't believe so; maybe we just look like other people we know?" I say, trying to explain the feeling in my gut telling me to trust this guy I don't even know. "Yeah, maybe." is Theo's response, but I can tell he isn't convinced. "So where should we start this tour?" he asks, going along with my plan to talk about anything else, and I am grateful for it. I hate trying to remember the time before living with the Ledgers. "Have you gotten your school schedule yet?" I ask. That way, I can see what areas of the school to show him and the best routes. "Yeah, I met with the principal, the Alpha, and the guidance counselor yesterday, where they went over my schedule," he says as he hands over a folded-up piece of paper. Opening it, I see we have every class together except training, which I am not allowed to participate in. "Well, oddly, we have every class together, so it looks like you'll be sticking next to me all day," I say, handing
Damon POV "Why are you walking away? We should kill him for thinking he can touch Elle," Slade growls from my mind. If I let Slade have control out in the courtyard, the mutt would have been killed instantly. "You know I can't do that. Do you know who Theo's father is?" I ask the pissed-off wolf pacing in my mind, and I can feel his frustration at being trapped here while another man is around what he considers his. "I don't care if he is a saint. He needs to die for touching Elle," Slade fumes again, refusing to look at the bigger picture. "Theo's father is a council member; we have to be cautious about our interactions with him," I tell the furious wolf, who practically foams at the mouth. "So he has daddy protecting him?" asks Slade, who is finally starting to see the reason behind my calmness. "For now," is all I say back to Slade. He has his father's protection now, but I will find my way around it. I need to figure out how, but I will find a way. Slade seems satisfied
Elle POV I watch Damon stomp out of the closet, leaving me in the dark, confused and a little turned on, then confused even more because he shouldn't turn me on. I hate him. He does nothing but tries to control my life. I know all the horrible things he has done to me over the years, but I wanted him to kiss me the entire time he had me pinned to the wall. I am glad he didn't kiss me. I have no intention of giving that right to anyone other than my mate, but Goddess, did I want him to kiss me into oblivion. After a few minutes of trying to get Damon's lips out of my mind, I realize it's never going to happen in this closet, still consumed by his scent. Running out the door, I run into a female just a little shorter than me, causing her to fall back on her ass. "Watch where you're going, Nerd," comes the high-pitched squeal of my second least favorite person at this school Melanie Simmons, the twin sister of Matt and Damon's on-and-off girlfriend. Melanie thinks she is such hot sh
I enter the dining room to find the Alpha and Luna in their spots at the smaller table we use when it is just the four of us having dinner together. The Alpha and Luna are at opposite ends of the table, meaning I will have to stare at Damon's smug face the entire dinner. I hear Damon come into the room a few seconds behind me; we both take our seats at the dinner table, and I try my hardest not to look at his face, which has a satisfied smirk plastered to it. Fucking fantastic. "Hello, Kids," greets Luna Olivia with a warm smile on her face. "How was your first day of classes, kids?" asks Alpha Charles as he cuts up the medium-rare steak sitting on his plate. "Fine," Damon mumbles while looking at me as he scoops some mashed potatoes into his mouth. "How did training go with the students today, Damon?" Alpha Charles asks, looking at Damon, who hasn't taken his eyes off me since we sit down. I try not to pay attention, instead focusing on the plate of food sitting in front of me.
Damon POV It's been two weeks since that disastrous dinner, and Elle has been avoiding me like the plague, driving me insane. Elle somehow managed to be gone from the house before I woke up, no matter how early I was ready and waiting in the living room, hoping to hear her footsteps come down for breakfast. Slade was beginning to become a nuisance, constantly pleading to hunt her down and demanding she stay next to us always. It didn't help that Theo was next to her every time we saw her, stuck like fucking glue. Theo and Elle sit together across the courtyard, completely lost in their world, ignorant of the rest of us. I hate how comfortable she is with him; the way Theo can make her laugh makes me jealous that I never have. At the same time, I am forced to watch from the shadows like a deranged stalker wishing for her to notice me the way she sees him. My heart aches at seeing Elle put her hand on his arm. I crave her to touch me like that. "What are you looking at, babe?" says
Damon POV After dropping that little bomb, Andrew didn't say another word, just walking into the forest and heading toward the training grounds, leaving me no choice but to follow behind him, thinking about what he said. Does Demitri truly call Elle the Luna? How could he know that? The longer I walk along the path back to the grounds. I cannot help but notice Slade has been unusually silent as I contemplate Andrew's and Matt's words. I am not hiding my feelings for Elle very well, as the whole damn pack sees what's happening except for her. After fifteen more minutes of mindless wandering through the trees, I finally reach the training grounds, and that's when I smell the cinnamon scent I have come to crave. Why was Elle here? She wasn't allowed to train with the pack. Not paying attention to anything else, my eyes find her instantly. I will always be able to spot her like a moth can find a turned-on light. She is standing at the top of the training grounds in a training bra, leggi
ELLE POV It's been a long time coming. Nothing in life has been more satisfying than watching Alpha Charles reprimand Damon in front of the entire pack. I don't feel bad that he was scolded in front of everyone. Since I moved here, Damon has made it his mission to control every aspect of my life, and it's so refreshing when he is called out on his bullshit. Something has shifted between Damon and me since his return from training; this new dynamic between us is palpable. If Damon had paid more attention to those in his immediate vicinity instead of obsessing about where I was and what I was doing, he might have noticed his father coming up behind him. Even now, when he should be paying attention to his father, I can feel his eyes on my body. Even with my back to him, I know it's him staring at me, with the way my body heats under the intensity of his gaze. As much as I try to ignore the flames licking over my skin, it's becoming impossible. "I can't believe he thought he could ke
FOUR YEARS LATER Elle- 22 years old; Damon- 23 years old ELLE POV ************************** I don't know what's going on with me, but it's not pretty, my stomach convulsing with another dry heave like it's waged a bloody war on my body without my knowledge. Goddess, what is this? Was I poisoned? It has to be poison. Someone trying to kill me slowly is the only obvious reason behind this sickness. Werewolves don't get sick. Leaning my head against the porcelain rim of a place my face should never be close to, I try catching my breath, my forehead pouring in sweat. A sickly sweet smell makes its way into my nostrils as another wave of nausea forces its way through me. Rolling my insides around like a boat in the middle of the ocean during a summer storm. "Happy Matesday!" Damon sings, pushing open the bathroom door, a tray in his hand, the offensive odor oozing from beneath the plate cover. Before I can keep it in, I am purging the nonexistent contents of my stomach. Once I f
DAMON POV I look like a fool, with a smile covering my lips, as I saunter into the decorated ballroom filled with our guests as they drink and mingle, eating from the appetizer trays being carried around the room. Some guests are already dancing to the music played by the DJ, typical of werewolf parties. Scanning the room, I find Andrew and Matt standing at the bar. My feet taking me to them, only to be stopped along the way by guests wishing me congratulations. Five minutes later, I finally make it to the bar where Andrew stands, glaring at the dance floor. Matt hands me a whiskey, an easy-go-lucky grin on his face. "That's the look of a man who got some biscuits," he chuckles. "Yeah," I grin, enjoying the banter, while licking my lips "and I ate the whole damn plate, it was delicious." My reply has Matt choking on his drink, making me laugh harder. Andrew remains unbothered, signaling to the bartender for a refill. "Come on," Matt says, coughing through the burn of his drink,
ELLE POV I thought the nerves of today would be so overwhelming that breathing is difficult, but for the first time in a long time, I am at peace. Twirling the ring I found in the psychic shop, the ring my father gave to my mother, I know I should get rid of it, but a part of me can't give it up. While my mother owned it for a time, it was never truly hers but belongs to the entire Luna lineage of Silver Run, so getting rid of it never felt right. So instead of thinking about my mother, I focus on the amazing Lunas' who wore it before her and will wear it after me. 'Biscuit,' Damon's husky voice comes through my mind, like liquid gold coating my body, sending shivers down my spine. 'I think your dad would understand if you didn't want to wear that ring.' He comments, knowing my inner struggles without verbalization. Choosing to learn from our parent's mistakes, we always keep the connection between us open. 'I know,' I sigh, as I stare at the ring sitting on my finger, 'I miss you
THREE DAYS LATER ELLE'S POV The last few days have been hectic as I try to make all the arrangements and keep New Moon running while also being in constant contact with Theo about what's happening in Silver Run; killing Tiberius and leaving the pack hasn't left the pack members in good faith. We haven't had the chance to talk about what we will do with both packs, but the distance makes running both nearly impossible. However, we are finally returning to Silver Run, and I can handle some pressing matters that need to be taken care of. Theo is doing his best but isn't an Alpha; the pack needs me, and Damon's pack needs him. How are we going to divide our time? The travel alone will be a bitch...and splitting from him is not an option. Tingles spark along my hand as Damon grabs my hand, pulling me from my rambling thoughts into the present as he turns the car onto the main road. Andrew follows behind us with Theo's dad, and the robin hood of rogues takes up the rear of the carava
DAMON POV The morning after finding my mate should be filled with nothing but mindblowing sex, energy bars, and water; nothing else, and certainly not this fucking bullshit. Not a blood-curdling anger that consumes every inch of my soul, one that seems to last forever now that I am marked to Elle. When Andrew and Matt interrupted my wonderful morning to tell me what had happened, I almost didn't believe them. There was no way my father would reject my mother. No, she was his entire world, and I believe in the bond because of them. Walking into the cell to see both my parents sobbing and somehow on the verge of unconsciousness. After getting the abbreviated version from my father while my mother remains silent, the rest of the world blows away as I fall into the black pit of wrath. I barely understand what I am saying, words of unintelligible hatred being spewed at my mother. I barely sense her fear, so lost in my anger, my father whimpers as he tries to manage the pain fueling me
ELLE POV Stretching my limbs, I roll onto my side, happiness spreading from the top of my head to the very bottom of my feet. Opening my eyes, I find Damon already awake, a large grin covering his face as he watches me sleep. "What's with the smile?" I ask him, wiggling my body closer to his, craving the skin contact as tingles erupt over my skin. "I remember everything," he answers, adjusting his body to wrap me in his arms, laying my head on his chest, "and I realized something." "Oh, what is that?" I ask him, trying to recall the overwhelming memories flooding my brain. Some of them are wonderful. Making breakfast with my father or when he would take me swimming back home. I remember the times with Theo and coming to New Moon to see Damon. But there are the darker ones, the memories I never want to talk about again- the ones that should be locked away in a box. Memories of my mother I never want to touch- she could be loving whenever my father was around, but if it was the two
*******THIS IS A FREE CHAPTER******** *****THIS HAPPENS WHILE DAMON IS BUSY WITH ELLE ;)*** ******************************* MATT POV I don't think I have ever felt as relieved as I did when we walked out the pack gates to find Charity alive and looking more beautiful than Zeke or I have ever witnessed. Even covered in blood, sweat, and dirt, she looked like a warrior. Like a Gamma, I had never felt more proud of her. Or at least that's what I thought. Until she threatened my life with the promise of dumping my body outside the territory lines as if the shortcake could carry my large frame by herself. But still, the promise sets my entire body ablaze, and as much as I hate that rogue fucker he wasn't wrong when he calls her a fireball because she is. A feisty little fireball who has weaseled herself underneath my skin, and now I can't seem to shake her. Walking out my front door, I cross the front yard in seconds before climbing the steps of Charity's porch two at a time, my fi
ANDREW POV I am trying not to think about the fact that Theo didn't come back as Damon carries Elle through the gate and up to the house. With an exasperated sigh, I turn on the Beta energy and do what is expected when all I want to do is call Theo and make sure he is alive. Death or severe injury is the only reason I could see him not returning home with his Luna. "I can't believe he is letting them onto the territory," Matt grunts pulling me from my spiral downward as he glares at the car in front of us. We are letting rogues into the territory; what is Damon thinking? With a shrug, I walk to the car because I figure it's better to get these introductions over with. Charity walks over, intercepting us before we reach the car, but far enough away that they won't hear us. Her body is covered in the blood of her slain enemies, exhaustion all over her. As soon as Matt sees her, his entire demeanor changes, but she ignores him, focusing solely on me. "Theo is alive; he stayed home t
ELLE POV Damon hovers above me, staring into my eyes, his hand caressing my cheek, the nerves of this moment rising into my throat, and it's like he can tell. He leans his forehead against mine, the electricity buzzing while the sparks run rampant along my skin in ways it never has. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready, Elle. I love you and will wait as long as needed for you to be comfortable." "I love you too, but I won't lie," I say, my mouth slightly dry, "I am a little nervous, but I know you would never hurt me." I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as my lips meet his, mixing while the rest of the world disappears. A primal growl reverberates through his chest as I nip his lower lip, my tongue demanding entrance as they swirl together, giving way to Damon's demand for control. Without removing his lips from my body, he moves them along my jaw, causing a small sigh to leave me, the smell of my desire so heavy in the room you could practically tas