The Possessive Alpha Chapter 109

As I race through the territory, gaining concerned looks from other pack members, Andrew's voice rings through my voice, asking a question I have been too afraid to ask myself. 'Alpha, what did the Luna's letter mean? Do you think there is any truth to it?' 

'Goddess, I hope not; I hope she trusted me enough to tell me at least more than that,' I reply, my voice somber, while Slade whines in my mind, pacing to bury the sting of being left behind.

'I do too,' Andrew mutters, hurt lacing his voice, and I realize I wasn't the only one betrayed by this deceit. Matt and Andrew probably have as much to be hurt about as I do, although they'd never admit it. 

'I don't blame any of them for doing what they did,' Matt includes, startling me slightly as I continue onward, forgetting that I still had the mindlink open between us. 'Any of us would have made the same fucking choices if it was our pack, and to lie to ourselves saying we would have done otherwise is bullshit.' 

'You're telling me you're not pissed?' Andrew asks while his voice is going dark with anger. 'That Charity has lived next door to you since she moved here, didn't bother to tell you anything about their plans.'

'Fuck yeah, I'm pissed,' Matt growls, 'but that doesn't change the fact that we all would have done the same fucking thing. I am proud of Charity for sticking by her Luna, our Luna, and keeping her safe. It's what a Gamma does." 

'You can't be serious,' Andrew hisses through the link, anger starting to lace through his energy, 'you're standing beside their bullshit?'

'Come off your high horse, Beta.' Matt growls, taking an unexpected stance; I'd thought he'd be as feral as me, nuts to get Charity home safely, but he's as cool as a cucumber. If he hadn't said he was pissed, I would have thought him unbothered by the whole situation.

'You cannot deny we would have made the same damn decisions without Elle's opinion or say if the roles were reversed,' Matt continues berating us through mindlink in a manner befitting a general. 'She is a goddamn Luna Born, with her pack and people to care for. You two aren't confirmed mates. So get your head out of your damn ass and figure out what Trent wants.' 

Matt finishes his rant, leaving Andrew and me in silence, cutting off the mindlink as we close in on the building to find a warrior standing by with a change of clothes. 'Alpha, Beta,' he says, handing them to us after we shift, quickly slipping on the sweats. 

With a nod, we enter the building, but I can't forget Matt's scolding, knowing deep in my gut I would have made the same choices. I would have expected my men to follow my orders, and I wouldn't have told Elle a damn thing to keep her safe. I think that makes the heartache so much worse knowing that if I was in her shoes, I would have made the same decisions no matter how stupid. 

Based on the sigh that leaves Andrew's lips, I know Matt's words are having a similar effect on him, but I say nothing as I cross into the tiny office filled with monitors. "What do you got for me, Trent?" I ask as I cross my arms over my chest, eyes flicking between the screens. 

"Well, I was looking through the security cameras in the week leading up to the ball," Trent explains as he starts clicking on the keys to bring up a file of saved video feed, "when an encrypted message came through with deleted clips."

"Clips of what?" I ask as Slade stills, paying attention to what Trent has to tell me, "Jonah scoping the territory on the night of Elle's first shift, with enhanced audio. Video of her leaving the territory to meet with a rogue known as Xander Stiles, formally known as Alexander General, the firstborn son of Alpha Gregory General of the Willowa Pack in Oregon."

"What the fuck would Elle want with a rogue?" I grit through clenched teeth, a possessive growl emanating from my chest rumbling through the room. To not include me is one thing, but to ask a fucking rogue? What the fuck is she thinking? 

"I did some digging into this rogue Alpha,' Trent continues, "his father is abusive and old school, killing off both his fated and chosen mate when they disappointed him. Going rogue at thirteen, Xander has cultivated quite a reputation for his collective of rogues, whispers of "Robin Hood," however the press has been calling the collective the Black Shadow pack. However within the council they have a special code name for the Xander; Moon Shade. 

"Why would they have a code name for this rogue?" Andrew asks the same thing I am thinking, the council would nickname this collective? It's uncommon for them to invest that much energy into a rogue collective unless violent... 

"Apparently, he is highly skilled at infiltration, and dismantling packs," Trent explains turning in his chair to face me, "his collective reveals very little about their identity. I had to call in more favors than I have to get the information I did. He only works with outsiders he trusts one-hundred percent and sufficient evidence condemning a specific pack or person."

As Trent's continues talking one of the screens changes scenery catching my eye a few men standing close enough to the camera to be seen but not close enough to make facial features just out of range of our territory line. What the fuck is happening? Fuck sakes Goddess, can't I catch a goddamn break?

"Trent who they fuck are they?" I demand to know, pointing at the screen of the men obviously scouting my lands for something particular. 

"Jesus fuck," Andrew sighs, and it's like I can read his mind because I am thinking the same thing. Sensing the annoyance in my words Trent takes a gulp of air. Nerves suddenly springing forth from as he pulls up the same feed on every screen in the office, only for me to realize they are all different areas outside of our borders. 

"Did you know they were there the whole fucking time?" I growl, my eyes flicking between the different screens crammed into the room attempting to count the number of men slowly starting to surround the pack's borders trying to taunt me. 

"Yes, Alpha," Trent says, turning his neck in precaution, as he continues explaining, "Until you became Alpha we were banned from this area and in the last few hours I uncovered a lot. I thought finding the Luna was of the utmost it priority."

"Well, who the fuck are they then?" Andrew demands, as he leans in closer trying to determine any distinguishable features among the men in the videos. "The rogues?"

"No," Trent says with the shake of his head, "it's the council's elite warriors." 

***********AUTHORS NOTE*******

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Emma Taylor