The Possessive Alpha Chapter 120

ELLE POV 

I must have dozed off while Damon carried me the entire home; opening my eyes, I find myself in our room, the sound of water leaking from the bathroom. Pushing the blanket Damon covered me with, sitting up, the lack of food making me slightly woozy. Standing on unsteady feet, I let the bond guide me to him to find him kneeling in front of the bathtub, checking the temperature, and adding bubbles. 

Leaning against the doorway, I enjoy the view as I take in his broad shoulders and muscles. As I study him, I notice he had gotten bigger, and filled out, the energy oozing out of him different than before I left. As if he can feel the intensity of my stares, his blue eye looks over his shoulder, flashing me a warm smile before standing and using his long legs to stride across the room to stand in front of him. 

"You should be resting," he says, caressing my cheek as tingles spring forth and dance along my skin more intensely than ever before. "But now that you're up, undress and get in the bathtub," while his words are soft, there is a gruffness that has me listening without argument. 

Damon's eyes don't leave mine as I remove each article of clothing, the electricity between us buzzing loudly as excitement runs through my blood. Once I am completely nude, Damon grabs my hand, pulling me gently to the bathtub, holding onto me as I lower myself inside. Grabbing a cup from the edge, he tilts my head back before gently pouring the warm water over my hair. 

Afterward, he takes the shampoo working the lather into my hair; neither of us says a word, and while I know he is happy to have me home, there is an underlying emotion beneath the surface. He remains quiet as he rinses the soap from my hair, remaining delicate as his fingers move along my scalp. 

"Damon," I say, the nerves cropping up, knowing we have to talk about what happened with what I did. "We need to talk about what I did," I tell him as his mismatched eyes flicker to mine, my voice shaky. 

"We will," he says calmly as he applies conditioner to the end of my roots, clipping my hair up so it can sit for a few minutes. "But it can wait until later; there are more important things to take care of."

"No, there isn't," I argue as the guilt joins my hunger, eating me away from the inside out. "What I did was hurtful and really shitty. We need to talk about it."

"Biscuit," he says with a sigh, "we have all the time in the world to talk, but right now, I need to take care of my Luna. You just went through a war and won. When was the last time you ate? Or Slept? Or had a shower?"

He rattles off his questions forcing me to think about the answer, and to be honest, I cannot recall. Sleep and food were scarce while stuck in Tiberius' cell. "Uhhh, I don't know," I tell him, meeting his eyes as a gentle smile takes over his face. 

"It's obvious, my Luna. The exhaustion is written all over your face," he says as he pours soap into a loofah before working through soap along my body, setting me on fire with desire. "If we are going to go all ten rounds of this conversation, you need to be rested and in the right mindset. You're neither right now."

"Okay," I say, raising my hand to caress his cheek before turning his head to leave a trail of kisses along my palm. We stare into each others eyes for a moment longer before he pushes himself up, and helping me out, to wrap me in a towel. As I dry off he says nothing, walking into the closet he comes back with a pair of my sweatpants and t-shirts. 

"I had some of your clothes moved into my room," he says, as a way of an explanation, "but we should probably start moving our stuff to the Alpha floor soon." His comment throwing me off, tilting my head to look at him with question marks in my eyes. 

"Why would we move to the Alpha suit?" I ask, did something happen to Charles while I was gone? I continue dry my body, before putting on the clothes Damon gave me. 

"It's a long story," Damon sighs, while I slip the sweatpants over my hips, lust darkening his eyes as he continues with his explanation. "But the short version is I challenged my father for the Alphaship. I won. I could have moved in now, but I wanted to wait so we could make those decisions together." His gaze meeting mine, hurt replacing the lust I found there earlier, his jab slapping me. 

"But we aren't going to talk about that right now," he says, wanting to say more when a knock at the door distracts us, as we cross over into the bedroom. "Go sit," Damon instructs pointing to the small table for two. Opening the door, he whispers his thanks to one of the house workers, carrying the tray over to me. 

Standing up I take both plates from the tray setting them on the table, along with the napkins and silverware before settling back into the seat. Removing the lids to reveal steaks, mashers, corn- on- the- cob, sauteed mushrooms, and the best rolls known to man. Sitting across from me he flashes me a smile before giving me a nod that says "eat." 

Twenty minutes later every bite has been cleared from both of our plates as a big yawn leaves my body the warmth from the food making the fatigue hitting me in full force. Thankfully, I wasn't standing or else I might have fallen to my knees from how tired I am. All of it hitting me at once like a bag of bricks. 

"Come on, Biscuit," Damon chuckles, "if I don't get you to bed you're going to fall asleep on your plate." I can't manage anything more than a hum in response. Pushing himself away from his seat I sense his large frame hovering before the warmth of our bond consumes me. Relaxed for the first time in days. 

Carrying me over to the bed, he places me on the soft mattress his scent swapping around me like the softest blanket. I barely notice as Damon places the covers over my shoulders or kisses my forehead as my body finally succumbs to the sleep it craves.