Hey readers, I hope I am posting more frequently and that you are enjoying the energy that is starting to pick up between Damon and Elle. What are your thoughts on them as a couple? I appreciate all comments, feedback, reviews, votes, and shares. Thank you for continuing to read the story I have created here. XOXO, Emma Taylor
Elle's POV I cannot get that kiss out of my head. It clouds every waking thought making my body buzz with excitement I didn't think possible. It has been forty-eight hours since Damon and I were caught in the library by Matt and probably Andrew. Something has shifted between Damon and me since he's been back from Alpha training, and I don't know how much longer I can keep lying about it. Especially after what happened on the field during our sparing session. Damon and I were so in sync it was like dancing, but only we knew the moves. I had never felt my wolf as clearly as I did then. I could feel her trying to break free; it was like Damon's Alpha power was feeding into her, fueling us. I felt stronger, faster, and more aware of my surroundings than ever before. It was euphoric, and from Damon's expression, he felt the same. I could feel the stares of those around us, stopping in their training to watch us, whispering comments about how we moved together. "Miss Davidson?" comes
Elle POV I've been pacing in my room for the last two hours, occasionally listening at the door for Charles or Damon to walk up the steps, but I've heard nothing. I even try reaching Damon via the link and get nothing; running out of options, I make a choice I never thought I would have to. 'Beta, are you there?' I ask tentatively, and I've only ever used the link with the Alpha and Charles. Until recently, I didn't talk to Damon through the link, but things in the pack concerning me are shifting, and it's becoming more apparent the Ledger family knows more about my history than they're letting on. The longer I sit here and stew, the more I realize nothing about my life makes sense. After a few minutes of silence, I hear the silky smooth voice of Andrew ringing through my head, 'Yes, Luna?' Luna? What the hell does he mean by Luna? 'Uh, no, it's not the Luna, Beta....it's Elle,' I say, 'Why do you think I am the Luna?' I question him, curious how he thinks I can be the Luna. We
Hello faithful readers, Unfortunately, I will take a small break from updates this weekend to celebrate my husband's 31st birthday with our family and friends. I will resume posting chapters with my usual vigor on Monday, September 19th. Thank you for your continued support and enjoyment of Damon and Elle's story. Please keep commenting, liking, voting, and sharing their story with your friends. Have a great weekend, and I hope you are prepared for the shitstorm coming in the next few chapters! (laughs evilly) Seriously, a lot of stuff will happen next that I am not prepared for. XOXO Emma Taylor
Damon POV The happiness I feel at Melanie finding her mate, Alpha Stephan from Blue Ridge, does not compare to the joy of knowing Elle will no longer be pushed onto him. But it all comes crashing down around me when dad sees my hand resting on Elle's arm. Poseidon is in control as he glares where my hand lays, the tingles from our contact ending abruptly as Elle pulls away from me. 'What the fuck is his problem?' Slade asks, fighting to take control, not liking that Poseidon thinks he has a say in whether we touch Elle. "Leave! NOW!" My father screams at Elle, who casts me one last glance before scurrying out the door, not looking back. "What the fuck is your problem?" Slade growls at Poseidon. I see no other option than to let him take control. If my father isn't going to back down, neither will I. "You think we are stupid?" My father yells as he steps forward to push me out of the high school foyer. Throwing me down the steps, thank the goddess for the werewolf abilities. I
Alpha Charles & Luna Olivia "Did you do it?" Luna Olivia asks her mate as he walks into the office, his body dripped in sweat. "What the hell happened?" she asks when she finally notices how disheveled Alpha Charles looks. "Damon and I got into a fight," Charles grumbles as he sits down; unlike his son, he isn't a young and virile Alpha but instead getting closer to retirement each day. "You were supposed to warn Damon away from Elle, not attack him," Olivia scolds him as she grabs bottled water from the mini fridge hidden away in one of his cabinets. "We both know that Damon, or Slade, wouldn't have reacted unless I pushed him," Charles explains, "he is a typical unmated Alpha male. He wasn't going to get it without a threat of violence." Charles finishes before drinking the entire water bottle in one go. "Charles," Luna Olivia says, her voice growing quiet as she looks at her husband, guilt washing over her face, "are we doing the right thing?" "I don't know if this is th
Elle Pov It's been ten minutes since I made my way into the party room, and Damon still hasn't walked through the door. Andrew and Matt aren't here either, meaning he must still be with them, and I should calm down. His friends may not be my favorite people in the world, but I know them well enough to know they would make sure he is okay. Standing with my friends, listening as they mingle and joke but not paying attention too distracted by thoughts of Damon. Too preoccupied with my thoughts I don't notice the sizeable male figure standing abnormally close to me. I see Alpha Jonah looking down at me with an easy smile. I know he is the cousin of the twins and Charity, but goddess, is the man never within his damn territory? Doesn't he have a pack to run? I know Taylor is his Gamma's mate, but he doesn't need to come to our pack every time Brad does. "Hello, Alpha Jonah, nice to see you again," I say to him, putting on a fake smile. Looking behind him, I see Theo giving Jonah dirty
Theo POV I walk into my empty house, the lights off, which isn't surprising since my father hasn't been around much in the last few weeks, too busy with council business. My father wasn't always so absorbed in work, but after my mothers death six years ago, he hasn't been the same. Going into the kitchen, I grab one of the IPAs on the shelf; cracking it open, I fall onto the couch as I take a long sip and turn on the TV playing a Parks and Rec rerun. It's been a long night celebrating Melanie and her new mate, Alpha Stephan. Of course, Alpha Jonah was there hanging all over Elle like a possessive Alpha douche. "I don't trust him,' Cerebrus, my wolf, grumbles for the fiftieth time tonight. No one sets him off like Alpha Jonah, not even Damon, who is also a jackass. 'Because Alpha Damon cares about Elle, Jonah is using her, I am sure of it. Something about his scent doesn't smell right.' 'I know, Cerebrus,' I sigh, growing tired of this carousel conversation we have been having s
Elle POV "Elle?" Damon asks, his voice still groggy from sleep, "What are you doing here?" he mumbles as he tries to wipe the gunk out of his eyes. I answer while staring at my feet, too ashamed to be standing outside his door in the middle of the night, "I couldn't sleep, and I was hoping we could talk or something..." I mumble in shame while fidgeting nervously, too afraid to look him in the eyes. I hate that I cannot stay away from him, regardless of how much I try. It's like my body has a mind of its own and wants the blonde-haired God standing in the doorway. "Are you-" I start to say until I finally lift my face to look at Damon, only to find the pitch-black eyes of Slade staring back at me, his breathing ragged, his lust devouring me. "Slade?" As soon as his name leaves my mouth, he grabs me into his arms, burying his face into my neck and inhaling deeply. As if I am as light as a feather, he picks me up, my skin tingling like it's on fire. As soon as the door closes, my se
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