The Possessive Alpha Chapter 106

*******FLASHBACK CONTINUED********

ELLE POV 

"A rogue?" Charity asks, her head whipping around to glare at Theo, "what could you possibly be thinking?" 

"Look, I know Xander and his Beta Fletcher," Theo protests as we dive further into no man's territory, "they're good guys who left toxic Alphas. Not all rogues are bad, and these guys can be included in that group."

"Alpha, you can't be considering this can you?" Charity asks, but I don't pay attention as these two argue, my eyes scanning the forest for any announced visitors. 

"I have been more places than you, Charity," Theo responds, his mouth moving faster than his brain can make him shut up. "I know more about life outside the comforts of pack life and protection."

"What makes these men so special?" Charity asks while a twig snaps to my right. Turning my head, I find two men in their late teens and early twenties. One has a flirtatious smile and blue-green eyes while only a few inches taller than me. The man beside him is closer to Damon's height, with warm brown eyes that match his perfectly manicured hair and a stern expression on his face as he sizes each of us up. 

"Any lady who has had me in bed can answer that question," the lighthearted strangers replies resulting in Charity's subsequent gag of revulsion and her snarky reply of "I'd rather not."

"Enough, Children," Theo scolds before walking forward to wrap the guy in a welcoming hug; before doing the same with the stoic man who hasn't said a word, his attention focused on me as if he is trying to figure out the world's most complicated puzzle. "Xander and Fletcher, this is Elle and Charity."

"Damn, Theo," Fletcher says as he stares at Charity and me appreciatively, not being shy in his charms, "had I known you hang around with such beautiful women I would have been around sooner."

"Well, they're off limits to you," Theo says, with a protective growl, while Fletcher steps closer to me, "I wouldn't Fletch. Elle is Damon Ledger's future Luna."

Hearing Damon's name Fletcher takes a big step away from me causing an internal squeal to ring through my body like some basic fangirl wild for Damon. Xander watches with amusement as he asks, "if you're Damon's future Luna why do you need us to do recon on your pack?"

"Would you ask me that same question if I were a male Alpha?" I snap, with a glower as I size up the man Theo claims to be perfect for the job. 

"I guess not," he replies, a smile tugging at his lips, "but why us?"

"Theo says you're the best person for the job." I answer, my voice firm, while my gaze flickers between the two men standing in front of me. 

"And who is your target?" Fletcher asks, shoving his hands into his pocket as his demeanor changes to something more serious. 

"Silver Run," Charity replies, her voice as cold as ice, clearly disagreeing with the decision to include rogues in this decision. Hearing who our intended target is a smile tugs on Xander's face while his eyes glaze over in a silent conversation with Fletcher. 

"We are in," Fletcher agrees readily, giving me a reassuring nod, "we have been rescuing members from that pack for months." His words take all of us by surprise as I look between the serious faces of the men standing before me. 

"What do you mean?" Theo asks, "what have you heard about Silver Run?"

"Some really fucked up things," Xander sighs, "rape, holding pack members in the cells like cattle, and he is notorious for capturing rogue mates to force them to do his bidding. We have rescued some of the wolves who have managed to escape and its not pretty. Most are starved or have serious psychological damage."

"Wait..." Charity interrupts, like she is trying to process information that is slowly starting to click, "are you that rogue pack I have heard rumors about?" Her question throwing Theo and I off guard as we turn to stare at her expecting her to elaborate further. "Gamma Toby was talking about a rogue pack who are like Robin Hood. Apparently, the council is going crazy trying to capture you. The Black Shadow pack is what they're calling you."

"Ironic," Fletcher chuckles, with a head shake like he cannot believe his words, "rogues aren't allowed to have a pack, only "collectives" and yet they give us a pack name. Make it make sense." As Flecther continues talking I can feel the heat from Xander's gaze while he continues to study me with intensity. 

"What do we get in return for helping you regain your pack?" Xander asks, his deep voice filling the space around us. I knew this was coming eventually, they're Robin Hood rogues, who dont particularly like packs or their Alpha's so I knew this question was coming. 

"What do you want?" I ask, as a way to test their values and morals, for the ability to determine if they are the best option available for what needs done. 

"As Theo and Charity have pointed out," Xander responds quickly, as if he has had the terms of this agreement worked out before meeting with me, "we are a rogue collective. It is hard to settle down when we have to constantly move for protection and fear. Silver Run is a large territory, we want a space within your territory that is ours. We will maintain your rules, and aide in border protection." 

"If you're going to do that why not just become pack members?" Charity asks, and I can tell she is not on board with the idea. To be honest had this been yesterday I would have agreed with her, but my conversation with the Goddess has made me reevaluate my views on the subject. 

"I don't see why our refusal to do so is any of your business," Xander growls, glaring at the Charity, but I say nothing, sniffing the air and energy rolling off the rogue standing before me. 

"You're Alpha born?" I ask, and by the strength of his scent, and the power in his aura a first born. It makes sense, rogue collectives aren't usually successful under any other type of leadership. 

"Yes, not that it matters," Xander comments, his eyes meeting mine, and anger swirling in them at the mention of his father. "So do we have a deal?"

"Do you rape or abuse women? Believe in them or children?" I question, warning growls coming from the men standing in front of me, I know their answer. 

"Never," Xander says, his voice dripping with malice, his eyes shifting to black as he tries to contain the wolf within, "there is a reason we formed this collective Luna, and it's to save pack members from abusive assholes. Only becoming them to protect and defend our own or those weaker than us."

I stay silent rolling over his words for a moment, as I study his demeanor, trying to determine if the Goddess and Theo were right when they said I could trust him. Charity's gaze is heating my face, a glare of warning plastered to it, as she tries to gain my attention before I nod in agreement with their terms. 

"Fine," I say keeping my voice firm as I lay out the terms of our agreement, "if you help us, we will allow you to live within our territory borders while remaining you're own entity. You are free to stay as long as your members stay nonviolent, and contribute to the success of the pack through patrol and other tasks."

"I want to be treated as an Alpha," Xander reminds me, "under no circumstances are you to have a say over my pack members if they misbehave. Punishment of my people should remain in my hands."

"As long as you give me the same respect," I say, while Charity huffs and paces behind me clearly not agreeing with my decision. Even Theo who knows the men before me personally looks apprehensive by my decision. My eyes trail along the bodies of the men standing before me; listening to my gut for any warning bells only to find it empty. 

"I think you are the only Alpha I would give that respect to," Xander admits honestly, a charming smile brightening his face. Like an infection one spread across my own, feeling at ease enough to smile at his commentary. "So, do we have a deal?" He asks as he steps forward his hand out in offering to solidify our alliance. 

"Yes," I breathe, grabbing his hand in a firm shake of agreement, despite the fact that he is a rogue I don't feel any unease in his presence. "We have a deal." As the words leave my mouth a pressure wraps around my hand as the deal binds us together for the foreseeable future.

Releasing his palm from my hand I look at the watch on my wrist, realizing I need to get within New Moon's pack borders soon. "Sorry to treaty and run, Alpha but we have a war to prepare for," I say, giving him the title of Alpha, showing that I respect him and his position. "Theo will call you later with more details." With a nod of understanding him and Fletcher turn into the rest of the No Mans territory, nothing but silence between them. 

Without waiting to get a scolding from Charity or Theo, I hurry in the direction of New Moon my mind too preoccupied with the puzzle pieces of my plan slowly coming together.

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