The Possessive Alpha Chapter 137

18 YEARS LATER

DAMON- 41 YEARS OLD, ELLE- 40 YEARS

THE LEDGER TRIPLETS- 17 YEARS OLD; 1 MONTH FROM 18TH THEIR BIRTHDAY. 

DAMON POV

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Holding hands with my love, we walk into the gymnasium packed with kids from Pack Unity High on one side and visiting students on the other. The room buzzes with the impending game as players warm up on the side and the cheerleaders stretch, preparing for their cheers to the crowds. 

"Can you believe the kids are seniors?" Elle asks with sadness in her voice; after this year, we can finally retire from running two successful tasks. We can hand it over to the boys, letting Alaric and Charles take over so I can take my Luna around the world. It was impossible before, but now we can see all the places we always dreamed of visiting before the kids were born. 

"No," I say, with a grin, as I lead the way to our reserved seats; being two of the most revered Alphas in history has its perks. "it seems like only yesterday you thought my magic penis was poisoning you." A chuckle escapes my chest as she playfully smacks my chest, but I know it's one of her favorite memories. 

Walking her to her chair, I bend down, kissing her cheek, "I told you I would never forget. I will be back. I am going to wish the boys good luck and hug Rory before the game starts." 

"Those kids have no idea how lucky they are," she whispers, brushing her lips against mine before relaxing into her seat as Nora and Charity join our section with excited whispers and hugs. Leaving my mate with her friends, I search for my children. 

Raising three pups of the same age at once wasn't easy; the sleepless nights, endless diapers, and meltdowns seemed impossible some days. But every day, my kids made it worth it with their humor, love, and growth. I wouldn't change a second of the movie nights or be woken in the middle of the night over a scary dream. 

Finding Ric and Charles among the other basketball players from our pack. While the school consists of members from five packs, and one rogue collective, each pack tends to stick to its sport, although the twins tend to play the sports of both. 

"Dad!" The boys greet me, their smiles wide, as they wrap me in a group hug, "is a mom with you?" They ask, looking around for their mother, the twins, the perfect mix of their mother, and the grandfathers, for which names they bear. Their sister, Rory, however, is all me with her long blonde- hair and bright blue eyes. 

"Of course, she is here," I say, pointing to the stadium where their mother sits with our friends who have come along to watch their kids. Noticing us looking, Elle waves, the boys returning the favor. "You guys nervous?" I ask, looking between the two, who are so identical it's sometimes hard to tell them apart. I sometimes worry about splitting them between New Moon and Silver Run. 

"Nah," they say with a shrug of the shoulders, but I can always tell when they're nervous; of course they are. It's the biggest game of the season against their rivals. "Coach has us practicing nonstop," Ric includes nodding to Matt standing on the edge of the court, clipboard in hand, and whistle hanging around his neck. Andrew stands beside him as the assistant coach, who is busy talking to a couple of the players. 

"Where's your sister?" I ask, looking around the stadium, trying to find her among the students filling the seats. 

"Over there," Charles grunts, nodding to the far left corner, a boy I don't recognize is sitting next to her, but there is something in his features I recognize I just can't place. The longer I stare at him, the more I swear I have met him before. "Looks like captain dickwad found her," Ric comments with a growl. The boys are more protective of their younger sister than I am. 

"Who is that?" I question, my eyes narrowing while he attempts to flirt with Rory, who doesn't give him the time of day but remains unphased by her rejection, seeming completely content to sit next to her. There is something about him that I can't shake, nagging at my brain and begging me to make the connection. 

"Jared," Charles replies, clearly not liking the guy, "he transferred at the beginning of the year as a senior. He seemed to zero in on Rory the second he stepped on campus. Wherever she is, he isn't far behind; it's fucking creepy."

"Yeah," Ric throws in, "if interpack fighting weren't a guaranteed way to get expelled, I would have kicked his ass already. He can't take a fucking hint."

"What pack does he belong to?" I ask, watching as Rory turns her head to the boy sitting next to her, clearly annoyed by his presence, but he does nothing but smiles, leaning in to whisper in her ear while a blush crawls over her skin. "I am about to send him back in a fucking body bag." A wave of anger growing in the pit of my stomach while my blood pressure rises. Red spots blurring my vision, my fists itching to teach this little punk a lesson. 

"Diamond Claw," Charles answers, my head snapping at him at the answer, an eerie feeling causing sweat to break out over my skin. "Apparently, he is taking over the pack from Alpha Eli since he and Luna Maddie cannot have children. None of their adopted children are Alphas, and they needed someone to take over."

"What's his last name?" I grind between a clenched jaw, fists balling at my sides, already knowing the answer to my question, but I need them to say it aloud. No wonder he looked so fucking familiar. 

"Staller. Jared Staller," Ric answers, wearing a look of concern, but all I see is red. Elle may have forgiven Jonah for what he did all those years ago, but I never will. Turning the twins, wearing my serious Alpha face, I give them strict instructions. 

"You keep that little dick bag away from your sister, understood?" I ask, my voice holding a tone they know better than to question. I don't use it often, but when I do, they know to fall in line. Without further explanation, I walk down the side of the court, leaving the boys to their warm-ups in search of the section Rory is sitting in. 

Taking the steps two at a time, I make it to her row; standing on the stairs, I call her name, but my glare of death doesn't leave the teenage playboy sitting next to her. "Rory," I bark a little harsher than I intend to, causing her to jump as her eyesight jumps between Jared and me. "Go sit with your mother. Now," I command, she starts to protest, but one look from me has her shutting up and doing as she is told. 

Without looking at the other students sitting in the vicinity, I command them to leave and come back in a few minutes. Waiting as the teenagers shuffle past me, getting eye level with the teenage replica of a man I once knew, my words and tone dripping with fear. "Stay away from Rory," I growl in warning, "I still owe your father for a transgression he made years ago. I have no problem making you collateral damage if you don't stay the hell away from my daughter." 

Without waiting for a stuttering and bumbling response, my feet thunder down the bleacher steps finding my family and friends at the other end. Jared is staring after me, pissed, but there is still an arrogance I can't wait to beat out of him. Greeting, Elle. In our section, I sit next to her, taking her hand into mine so the tingles can calm the unsettling feeling brewing in my gut. 

THE END.................

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