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JONAH POV "Alpha," I hear Eli's voice come from the doorway. What's left of it anyways, the entire house destroyed, windows broken, doors ripped from their hinges, and broken whiskey bottles littering the grounds. What was once a family home meant for me, and my future Luna is now a shell of its former self. "Your mother and sister have called asking you to call them. They have questions about the ball." "Tell them whatever the fuck you want," I growl, my patience already thin. While my chest hasn't burned in agonizing pain in days, the guilt that Tiffany was sexually assaulted and unable to defend herself is eating away at me daily, leading to the destruction surrounding me. "As you wish, Alpha," Eli says respectfully before backing away, showing his neck, and showing extra caution with how feral I have been lately. "Eli," I call, stopping him before he gets out the door, "make sure that only mated males are around Maddie until she is presented at the ball. As you know, she tu
CYNTHIA POV After days of ruthless torture, my sticky body is caked in dried blood, sweat, and dirt. My red hair is dingy, and mats are already starting to form. It feels like nails have been jammed into my throat from the endless hours of screaming in agony and very little water to quench my unbelievable thirst—only enough to keep me alive as a play toy for Tiberius and his band of rogues. The heat in the room becomes unbearable, my clothes sticking to me as I sweat like a man in the Sahara desert. Tiberius upgraded the cells in the last few years, making them much more similar to a human prison. However, he has included some perfect improvements for torturing unwelcome guests. Now that each cell is a sealed translucent box, they are more easily temperature controlled. Allowing my captures to crank the heat until this is a personal sauna. Once I am on the verge of passing out from dehydration, they provide me with enough water to keep me alive...Barely. After they almost kill me fr
TIBERIUS POV Slamming the prison door, using more force than necessary, my boots thunder down the hall, my anger hitting the men like an army tank. The ones who have been here long enough know to step away from me like a bomb waiting to explode. My fury swirls around me like a storm needing a release, my fingertips itching as memories of past choices flash before my eyes. A movement in my peripheral vision sends my instincts into overdrive as my hands wrap around the person's head, twisting with all my force before I hear the satisfying crack of his neck breaking. His body goes limp before landing with a dull thud on the floor. Looking down at his neck, I see a mate mark resting proudly as a howl rings throughout the house, a small smile breaking over my lips, listening to the mystery wolf's cry of pain. Kicking the guard one last time, I turn and continue down the hallway calling over my shoulder to those standing around with shock and fear on their face, "Kill the mate too. The
*TRIGGER WARNING SUICIDE* TIBERIUS POV *****FLASHBACK CONTINUED****** ***Six Months After the rejection and death of his mate. Cynthia's Arrival at Silver Run**** Everything seems darker now that Claire is dead, Acheron and I's guilt starting to gnaw away at us like a pet dog chews a bone, slowly withering it away to nothing. The guilt we didn't think we'd feel is starting to make living unbearable. Anger consumes every waking moment, from those in my pack ashamed of my actions to my own that seem to fill me to the brink. No matter how many hours I spend in the gym working away my aggression, it never seems to wane, staying just underneath the surface, starting to concern those around me. If I am not taking care of pack responsibilities, I am in the gym or on the training field. Today is one of those where I will be in front of a punching bag until the last possible second. I must work through the rage brewing all morning before showing Cynthia around the town square. I know
LUNA OLIVIA The morning of the birthday Ball. It's been a whirlwind of a week. I can't help but think about all the shit that has happened while eating my breakfast with the others like I do every day. After Elle's shift, we were left to facilitate numerous conversations about Elle's heritage and why she was brought here. No one asked if it had to do with Damon. At least by the adults, they know how two Alpha are together. While not as uncommon as it once was, it's still a rare thing to see. A pull between two Alpha mates is undeniable. It's magnetic and palpable. Making matters more complicated, I hope to find Elle and Damon at the table with fresh marks every morning. Instead, they turn up with bare necks. It's damn frustrating. I want to throttle their necks for being such teenage idiots! Jesus almighty! We have been following the plan to a 'T,' but nothing seems to get through their hormone-addled brains! Their inability to cooperate has frazzled my nerves, which isn't good w
DAMON POV There is electricity in the air; every pack member is busy scurrying around, helping with the decorations, and making the pack look pristine for the Ball today. Elle was up training early like she had been all week, leaving a little note beside my pillow with a little Hershey's kiss resting on top like it had been all week. I don't know where she keeps them, but I have grown used to the little tradition that developed between us. 'Damon,' my mom's voice rings through the mind link, her voice taking on that pitch, telling me she is pissed off and not in the mood to wait around on my bullshit. 'Are you coming into breakfast or not?' "Yes," I say aloud as I round the corner to the dining room, where my mom is already sitting with the Beta and Gamma families. I walk towards the table and plop down in the seat next to Elle, throwing my arm over her chair before kissing her temple in a silent greeting. I can feel my mom's frigid stare on Elle and me again, and it's been the
ELLE POV The pressure of tonight wraps around me like a straight jacket, and with each second, it's like I am one of those poor Salem women when blocks are placed on their chests. Damon's excitement is almost palpable, and it doesn't help that everyone constantly comments or stares at my neck. Every time I walk by a pack member, they instinctively check to see if our unique mark sits there yet. How stupid would we be to mark each other BEFORE the ball when visiting Alpha's and Council Officers will be able to see it? I am seventeen, and Damon would be thrown in the Council's prison and be forced to step down from being Alpha. Neither of us would be willing to live with ourselves if that happened. New Moon is Damon's birthright like my pack is mine, not to mention this is the only home I have known for the last five years. I don't have any intention of seeing it destroyed, which is why it's so fucking annoying that no one else seems to have the same reservations. "All done, Lun
ELLE POV Walking down the steps behind the Beta and Gamma families, I cannot help but gasp at the breathtaking beauty of the room. Black tables sit on the outskirts of the space surrounding the dance floor, with the pack emblem in the middle. Olivia did a great job incorporating the pack colors of silver and black in everything. Each table has a silver candle stick centerpiece covered with dangling jewels and candles that were lit. A DJ sits in the corner, getting set up for when the dancing can finally begin. The further into the room we get, the more my skin burns under the scrutinizing gaze of the other guests. As Olivia predicted, they hadn't taken their eyes off our group since we appeared at the top of the stairs. A few Alphas made their interest in me so known I am positive they'd resort to kidnapping me to get their hands on a born Luna to strengthen their pack and bloodlines. What they feel for me has nothing to do with who I am but more with what I am. 'Stay close,' T
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