The Possessive Alpha Chapter 118

ELLE POV

I hear the subtle thud of Charity's paws behind me as our wolves weave in and out of the forest, my lungs burning from exhaustion and my stomach rumbling with hunger, but I don't care. The only thing driving me is the desperate need to see Damon. 

'Head to the gate,' Theo says, startling my quiet contemplation, 'I will have a car waiting for you. I don't think you want to run the whole way to New Moon.' His warm chuckle rings through my mind making me eternally grateful to have him as my Beta. 

'Thanks, Theo,' I huff, feeling breathless as I change direction throwing Charity completely off guard as I head toward the gate, making her stumble and pick up the pace to keep up. 

'Of course, Alpha,' Theo responds, clearly happy to be home in the pack we grew up in, 'take care of what you need to and then come back to Silver Run. We will have many things to handle- like rebuilding the packhouse.' I don't even want to think about the disaster that is the packhouse and the other damages incurred to take back what is rightfully mine. 

After ten minutes of running hard, we reach the gate to find Xander, holding a drawstring bag standing beside while Fletcher rests against the hood of their car. Charity's displeasure is made known by the low growl reverberating through her chest. 

Ignoring Chairty's reaction he walks forward dropping the bag in front of me, while Fletcher stands with his arms crossed and a smirk of victory smeared across his pompous face. I have a feeling his existence is going to make Matt's life a living hell, especially with his obvious interest in my Gamma. 

Scarlett grabs the bag before trotting behind a tree to change with Charity, making quick work of throwing on the sweatpants and oversized short. Once we are both clothed and out from behind the tree, Charity is already interrogating Xander and Fletcher. 

"Why did Theo send you two?" She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest, throwing out her hip with attitude. "I am sure he could have found other pack members to accompany us." Taking that as challenge Fletcher stalks towards her a cheeky grin on his face clearly enjoying the bonfire roaring freely in her eyes. 

"Well aren't you a shot of Fireball?" He asks, through a chuckle. Xander says nothing instead turning to get into the drivers seat. "Listen here, Princess, your pack just went through a war, after a traumatic reign with a dickhead Alpha they need time to heal. They shouldn't be worried about chaffuering your selfish ass around. Now get in the car."

With the turn of his heel, he walks around to the passenger side door only to be told to get in the back. Giving Charity a stern expression, I give one warning, 'Be respectful or I will have Xander leave your ass on the side of the highway.'

Following behind Fletcher I hear a small huff from the Gamma before she finds her senses and trails behind me knowing she can't stay here. Climbing into the passenger seat, Xander grabs a cigarette pack from his doorside. I have begun to realize he is a man of few words, as he opens the pack and offers one to me.

With a shake of my head I politely decline, its not common for pack wolves to smoke, or do anything else other than drink alcohol. Throwing the pack back to Fletcher, he takes his own cracking all the windows driving in silence away from the pack. 

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence except for the wind whistling through the open windows, and the slight cackling of their cigarettes as they burn down to the filter. "Sorry," Xander apologizes as he rolls up the windows, "it was a little tradition we started when we started our "robin hood" careers." 

"Oh," I respond, not really sure what else to say, "what tradition is that?" I eventually ask, trying to be be polite, and cut through the awkwardness. I can't explain the trust I have for these men whose lifestyle I have been taught to fear my entire life. 

"We always have a cigarette after any battle," Fletcher explains from the back seat, "helps with the adrenaline rush we still feel and well there is a poetic symmetry to it, don't ya think?"

Shocking us all, even Xander, who glances in the review mirror to make sure he heard right, Charity comments from the backseat. "Yeah, there is."

"Well, fireball let me bring you to the darkside," Fletcher flirts, and I can practically hear the flirting in his voice, as he offers her one. 

"Thanks, but I'd rather gouge my eyes out," she responds without pause, to which Fletcher says, "yep, definitely Fireball." 

Deciding to change the subject, I glance at Xander's quiet stoicism, as he stares ahead at the road, "thank you for bringing us back...it shouldn't have fallen to you....so thank you for everything."

"It's not a problem," he says, "plus Theo thought it would be best if we introduced our new partnership with you on the territory."

"You might have a problem when Damon kills you," Charity mutters from the back seat, causing me to whip around with a glare while Fletcher laughs hysterically at her being scolded like a child. 

"What?" She aks throwing her hands up, "we both know its true. Damon is a typical Alpha, meaning he is possessive as hell." 

"What will Matt say?" I shoot back, pulling out the big guns, as her mouth snaps shut her cheeks and neck turning pink with embarrassment. 

"Is that the Gamma?" Fletcher asks, his voice too eager for my liking and Xander seemed to pick up on the same thing as a growl rumbles through his chest and a simple "Fletcher." 

"I am just saying," he argues. "if you ever need to make him jealous, I am always available. Every princess should walk on the darkside."

"Again," Charity remarks, "I would rather gouge out my eyes and then eat them." Fletcher has no chance to say another word as Xander flicks on the stereo some with Eminem filtering through the speakers. For the next six hours not another word is said, only stopping once for gas and the bathroom.