I hope you are enjoying the different viewpoints I have included in the story! The further I got into the story, the more I felt that these points of view needed to be heard as well. Thank you for continuing to read Elle and Damon's story. Don't forget to comment, leave a review, share, and vote for this story! XOXO Emma Taylor
Damon POV As soon as the question leaves Theo's mouth, my face paling as the color drains. I knew this would happen eventually. That someone in the pack would put the pieces together that things about Elle don't add up. Even with lots of training, an Omega does not move as gracefully on the training field. "I take it from your lack of a response that the answer to my question is yes," Theo mutters as he looks between the three of us, examining our reactions intently. Slade finally regains his composure from the shock of his question; he pushes forward to make his presence known, "if you care about protecting Elle like you claim Beta, you will not tell a soul what you know. It could be her death." he growls in that animalistic voice, Slade is preparing to attack when Theo does something that continues to shock us by showing his neck in submission. I expected him to resist; accepting his submission, Slade returns control. "Okay, are you guys done?" Andrew asks, looking between us
Luna Olivia POV I am sitting on the bedroom balcony enjoying my afternoon tea when I see the high schoolers walking onto the field to start their training. Damon, Andrew, and Matt are already standing at one end, heads bent, talking to one another. Like their fathers before them, they are never apart. The three talk intently, ignoring the other students who start warming up. What has them so busy that they aren't focusing on training right now? Those three are up to something, but I can guess what they are talking about. I watch Elle enter the field, but my son still hasn't noticed until the wind shifts taking her scent right to him as if sent by the moon Goddess herself. I watch as Damon's eyes find her walking through the crowd toward Theo with a pissed-off look. I don't care about their squabbles as I watch Damon watch Elle. I can tell he is dying desperately to go over there, talk to her, and be near her but he doesn't because of the fight with his father recently. My heart bre
ELLE POV Theo was supposed to meet me this morning to tell me about his night with Damon, Matt, and Andrew, but he was a no-show; in fact, they all were. I tried calling, texting, and mindlinking him with no response. When school ends, I am beyond pissed; something happened last night that's the only explanation for Theo not talking to me all day. The slow build of anger and annoyance skyrocketed when I saw Theo across the field laughing at whatever Victor was telling him. Not thinking, I beeline for him, my anger evident to the other students as they part like the Red Sea. I swear he gulps subtly in fear when he sees me barreling toward him. Even Victor beside him looks terrified as he slowly tries to inch himself away from my intended target, not wanting to get caught in the crosshairs. "What the hell, Theo?" I yell, throwing my hands in the air, "you couldn't call me back?" The guilty look on his face and how he keeps shifting his eyes to look behind, desperately pleading for
DAMON POV Three nights I have stayed going through Theo's father's stupid study, and I can't find a goddamn thing. I can feel Matt and Andrew getting nervous around me. Between the lack of sleep and clues, I've become a stubborn asshole. How am I supposed to present Elle with what I know Monday morning when it's Thursday night, and she leaves for New York in five fucking hours. Throwing the book I am holding in my hands at the wall of Theo's bedroom, startling the others helping me pour through stacks of paperwork. "Don't worry, Alpha," Andrew says, "we will find something." I know he is trying to be reassuring, but I am slowly losing hope, so I say nothing in return. Elle's parents took precautions in hiding her identity, and I don't blame them. I have been reading up on the history of born Luna's, and it's not pretty. Many are kidnapped, raped, forcefully marked, and used as breeding machines. A few were lucky if they found their mate before anyone realized their power, and the
Hello faithful readers, After discussing with my editor about my story"The Possessive Alpha," I have decided to make some changes to this story's prologue. I will be eliminating the first prologue chapter and will be changing the POV of the second prologue to Elle's POV. I will also make some small edits (mainly grammar and name continuity) throughout the chapters to ensure the story flows nicely and that there are no major plot holes. I will continue to update chapters as I make these changes as well. This is my first attempt at writing a web novel, and there are still a lot of learning curves to this new adventure. So thank you for your continued support as I stumble along and the patience to go back and read what changes I have made in hopes that the story flows better. Lastly, next week I hope to reveal my *OFFICIAL* cover art for "The Possessive Alpha" and finally break away from the generic cover provided by GoodNovel. A lot of changes are coming to this story- and hopeful
ELLE POV I did not mean to fall asleep outside his door, but I did know the second he put me in his arms, the tingles ran wild against my skin like they were trying to tell me a secret. I knew what I was doing the second I whimpered; no matter how much I wanted to hate him, I couldn't. No matter how hard I try, I can't. "Please..." I sound desperate and needy, but I don't care. As soon as he decided to pick me up, I was putty already wet in a way I had never been before. I am still disappointed that we didn't go to his room, but this will do just as well. I can't have him walk out that door. Then comes the one thing that I never thought would come out of my mouth, "I need you, Alpha," What the hell am I saying? I hated submitting to him but right now, at this moment, I want to submit and receive what he gives—going against every instinct I have. "Good girl," he growls back in approval, and I never thought two words could sound this good. While Damon was sweeter and more cautiou
ELLE POV As soon as the girls cross the threshold, Taylor starts squealing like a wild banshee while jumping around, her excitement radiating to the others. "GIRRRRRRRRRRRL! SPILL!" she gushes, "The room REEKS of him! Did you guys....?" She continues, a suggestive look on her face while she makes obscene gestures causing Emma and Charity to giggle. "No..." I say, but I can feel the blush taking over my body; they know something happened in this room. Damon's scent compliments mine and smells like home when mixed. I liked having him here, but if I can't, I'll sleep better with his scent on my sheets when I get home. "But stuff did happen, right?" Taylor asked, a hopeful look on her face while her twin Emma chimed in sarcastically, "because it smells like something happened here." Which only makes Charity laugh harder. Damn twins and their quick wit. "Look, what did or didn't happen in my room is between Damon and me. But if we did anything, it was categorically the best experien
DAMON POV Standing in my bedroom window, I watch Elle load her bags into her jeep with the others already piled within. My mother and father are off to the side, talking to Jonah and his men, Eli, Brad, and another warrior whose name I don't know. Elle and her friends are standing off to the side, talking and chatting, when I notice Theo glancing at Jonah warily like there is distrust there; why haven't I noticed that before? Hmmm. I'll have to talk to him when I meet them in the city. Theo has slowly become a friend in the last few days, and my trust for him is growing the more I realize he has the same interests. I have also noticed the close bond he and Andrew are forming. Matt is starting to feel left out, but maybe it's a beta thing. Opening the mindlink, I send Theo a message, 'Look after Elle. I don't trust Jonah,' I tell him through the link feeling no need to make it a command; Theo would look after her with his life. 'With my life, Alpha,' was his response, as I expec
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