Elle Pov
"I was thinking the same thing, but I don't believe so; maybe we just look like other people we know?" I say, trying to explain the feeling in my gut telling me to trust this guy I don't even know.
"Yeah, maybe." is Theo's response, but I can tell he isn't convinced. "So where should we start this tour?" he asks, going along with my plan to talk about anything else, and I am grateful for it. I hate trying to remember the time before living with the Ledgers.
"Have you gotten your school schedule yet?" I ask. That way, I can see what areas of the school to show him and the best routes.
"Yeah, I met with the principal, the Alpha, and the guidance counselor yesterday, where they went over my schedule," he says as he hands over a folded-up piece of paper. Opening it, I see we have every class together except training, which I am not allowed to participate in.
"Well, oddly, we have every class together, so it looks like you'll be sticking next to me all day," I say, handing the paper back to him.
"That doesn't sound like a bad place to be," Theo says, giving a heartwarming smile, causing my cheeks to flush instantly. While it's nice to have such a cute guy flirting with me, I couldn't help but wonder how Damon would respond to this if he heard. I should be more interested in this cute guy standing next to me than Damon would think. He is singlehandedly destroying my life.
"Um, well, let's head to our homeroom. Follow me this way," I say, turning away from further embarrassment and walking back to the main foyer. I walk up the stairs to the second floor, turning left to go down the hallway filled with yellow and blue lockers till I reach the last door on the left. "This is Mrs. Baisden's room; you'll come here for homeroom and fifth-period AP English. She is pretty cool, although she is a stickler on tardiness, so don't be late if you can help. Were you able to read the summer reading?" I ask him as I lead us to the seats in the far back by the windows.
"Yeah, I read most of these books in ninth grade. My dad moves around a lot because of his job, so making friends has always been difficult. So I read a lot. I own so many we need a separate truck to move them," Theo chuckles, and I feel at ease knowing I am around a fellow nerd.
"Oh really? What's your dad's job?" I ask. It's rare for werewolves to move between packs frequently.
"Oh, my dad is a council representative." I already see myself getting along with his easygoing nature. "He goes to different packs on the council's behalf. I don't understand what he does at each pack as it's confidential, but his job has allowed me to see the beauty in the world, so I am not mad at constantly moving." Theo answers, shrugging his shoulders, signaling he doesn't mind routinely packing up his life for a new adventure.
When the door opened, I was about to ask him another question, and Mrs. Baisden walked in with a rolling bag behind her.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Baisden," I greet her with a warm smile, and she looks at me, confused for a few seconds before realizing who I dawn on her face.
"Oh, Elle, is that you? I didn't recognize you! You look so different than last year!" she says, looking me up and down. How she looks at me, you would think I'm an alien.
"Yeah, Luna Olivia took me shopping for new clothes yesterday. She demanded I update my wardrobe." I chuckle; it's not a secret in the pack that Luna Olivia loves shopping, always the most fashionable woman in the room. Turing my attention to Theo, I introduce him to Mrs. Baisden.
"Welcome to Timberlake High, Theo. I hope you enjoy living here. The Alpha informed me that you moved into the pack on Saturday. Do you need time to complete the summer reading list?" Mrs. Baisden asks Theo.
"No, I have already read the books on this list a few years back," he responds warmly. Mrs. Baisden is about to say more when students start trickling in, and she directs them to find their seats. I can see the looks the students are giving me. The other girls look threatened or envious as I sit next to Theo, the jaw-dropping new kid. The guys are looking at me with lust while shooting daggers at Theo. I wonder how long it will be before one of the kids run to tell Damon about my outfit and that I am sitting next to Theo. They won't say anything if they're smart, missing Damon's wrath. Damon is a "kill the messenger" type of Alpha.
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After twenty minutes of classmates finding my new look more interesting than the new kid or the class news, I was desperate for the bell to ring. As soon as it did, I was out of my seat with Theo hot on my heels. Theo doesn't say anything as he follows beside me silently, not asking about the kids in homeroom. Luckily it's a free period, so I can exit this hellscape for forty minutes before running into Damon.
Walking across the courtyard to the forest, Theo grabs my arm to make me face him.
"Elle, are you okay? Your classmates were staring at you the whole time, like your the crazy pack murderer or something," Theo says to me, his thumb running over my arm as he tries to comfort me.
"It's complicated," I say, and that is when my nose is invaded with Damon's scent-- eucalyptus and sandalwood. It reminds me of a library filled with old books, oversized leather chairs, and laundry. As much as I deny it, his smell is comforting, and I have missed it in his absence. I turn from Theo, looking for Damon, hoping he hasn't noticed me yet and we can get away before he does. I look towards the other end of the courtyard to see him throwing a football with Matt and Andrew. His back is turned; as I am about to turn around, a gust of wind blows past me, carrying my scent right to him. Then I hear Matt practically yelling, "Holy Shit! Is that Elle?!" Fuck. There is no getting away from him now.
While I hate to admit it, I have always found Damon attractive, but something changed during his time at camp. He has gotten taller, probably 6'7" now, which is tall even by Alpha standards. He is still lean, but his muscles have filled out, becoming more defined, and he has a sleeve tattoo on his right arm going up the side of his neck. I can see him stiffen and then turn, searching for me; as if our eyes are magnets, his blue orbs find green ones almost instantly, and I feel the air leave my lungs.
He looks almost relieved to see me, but then his eyes scan my body, and he finally notices Theo's hand still resting on my arm. Double Fuck. His eyes shift to full black as he wastes no time striding over to us. I can see his eyes shooting daggers at Theo, who still hasn't released my arm, adding to Damon's anger.
Damon's eyes of death never leave Theo, who surprisingly doesn't seem to be afraid like most kids around us, who can feel the Alpha aura pouring from the pissed-off Damon. It doesn't seem to affect Theo or me, but even Andrew and Matt look uncomfortable standing close to him.
"Elle, why are you showing him around? That has always been my job with new students," Damon says, his eyes still boring into Theo's, who doesn't blink or turn away. With Damon's attention still on Theo, he doesn't notice me roll my eyes at him.
"Talk to Alpha Charles. I understand he is trying to be nice, but he is making things worse for himself and me. He is the one that told her to give me a tour," Theo answers.
"I don't recall my father introducing you as Elle when we met yesterday," Damon snaps at Theo, "Do you? No, then keep your fucking mouth shut. Elle can speak for herself." Damon finally shifts his eyes for the first time since talking to us, and I swear butterflies are having a dance party in my stomach. Why am I so attracted to this man? I hate him.
"Elle, is that true?" Damon asks me, still looking in at me, and I can barely catch my breath.
"Yes." This is the only response I can croak out.
"And you must dress like a slut to show this mutt around the school?" Damon demands as he stares at me.
"No, I didn't even know I was going to do this until this morning," I fire back, starting to get fed up with his controlling bullshit.
"Oh, so you decided to dress like a slut for any male wolf that looks your way, then?" he steps closer, forcing me to look up at him.
"Maybe I did, Damon; what will you do about it?" I shoot back at him, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance. It is disrespectful to call an Alpha by only his name, regardless of his age. I know calling him by his name will set him off; I heard the sucks of air coming from my classmates, watching our interaction with interest.
Damon leans closer to my face, his lips right near my ear, and I swear I can't breathe from his closeness. His presence and scent have me completely frozen, terrified, and excited about what he might do to me. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Growling lowly, Damon responds, "It's Alpha to you, biscuit, and don't make me show you what I would do to you." His answer sends shivers down my stomach. I stay completely still as his head tilts, and I see him take a giant breath like he is smelling my hair. What the hell is happening right now? My stomach is in knots of confusion; what the hell is happening?
As I am about to give him some snarky response, despite the butterflies ruling my stomach when the bell rings in the distance letting all the students in the courtyard know it's time to move on to the next class.
I feel like I can breathe again as Damon releases my arm to step back and look me in the face before saying, "Better run along to class, Elle. We all know a nerd like you cannot tolerate being late."
Throwing one last murderous look at Theo, he strides past him. Damon shoulder-checks Theo on his way back to the school doors. Matt and Andrew, who have watched the entire interaction without saying a word, follow behind Damon.
Theo and I are left speechless as we watch the backs of Damon, Andrew, and Matt disappear into the building before following ourselves.
Damon POV "Why are you walking away? We should kill him for thinking he can touch Elle," Slade growls from my mind. If I let Slade have control out in the courtyard, the mutt would have been killed instantly. "You know I can't do that. Do you know who Theo's father is?" I ask the pissed-off wolf pacing in my mind, and I can feel his frustration at being trapped here while another man is around what he considers his. "I don't care if he is a saint. He needs to die for touching Elle," Slade fumes again, refusing to look at the bigger picture. "Theo's father is a council member; we have to be cautious about our interactions with him," I tell the furious wolf, who practically foams at the mouth. "So he has daddy protecting him?" asks Slade, who is finally starting to see the reason behind my calmness. "For now," is all I say back to Slade. He has his father's protection now, but I will find my way around it. I need to figure out how, but I will find a way. Slade seems satisfied
Elle POV I watch Damon stomp out of the closet, leaving me in the dark, confused and a little turned on, then confused even more because he shouldn't turn me on. I hate him. He does nothing but tries to control my life. I know all the horrible things he has done to me over the years, but I wanted him to kiss me the entire time he had me pinned to the wall. I am glad he didn't kiss me. I have no intention of giving that right to anyone other than my mate, but Goddess, did I want him to kiss me into oblivion. After a few minutes of trying to get Damon's lips out of my mind, I realize it's never going to happen in this closet, still consumed by his scent. Running out the door, I run into a female just a little shorter than me, causing her to fall back on her ass. "Watch where you're going, Nerd," comes the high-pitched squeal of my second least favorite person at this school Melanie Simmons, the twin sister of Matt and Damon's on-and-off girlfriend. Melanie thinks she is such hot sh
I enter the dining room to find the Alpha and Luna in their spots at the smaller table we use when it is just the four of us having dinner together. The Alpha and Luna are at opposite ends of the table, meaning I will have to stare at Damon's smug face the entire dinner. I hear Damon come into the room a few seconds behind me; we both take our seats at the dinner table, and I try my hardest not to look at his face, which has a satisfied smirk plastered to it. Fucking fantastic. "Hello, Kids," greets Luna Olivia with a warm smile on her face. "How was your first day of classes, kids?" asks Alpha Charles as he cuts up the medium-rare steak sitting on his plate. "Fine," Damon mumbles while looking at me as he scoops some mashed potatoes into his mouth. "How did training go with the students today, Damon?" Alpha Charles asks, looking at Damon, who hasn't taken his eyes off me since we sit down. I try not to pay attention, instead focusing on the plate of food sitting in front of me.
Damon POV It's been two weeks since that disastrous dinner, and Elle has been avoiding me like the plague, driving me insane. Elle somehow managed to be gone from the house before I woke up, no matter how early I was ready and waiting in the living room, hoping to hear her footsteps come down for breakfast. Slade was beginning to become a nuisance, constantly pleading to hunt her down and demanding she stay next to us always. It didn't help that Theo was next to her every time we saw her, stuck like fucking glue. Theo and Elle sit together across the courtyard, completely lost in their world, ignorant of the rest of us. I hate how comfortable she is with him; the way Theo can make her laugh makes me jealous that I never have. At the same time, I am forced to watch from the shadows like a deranged stalker wishing for her to notice me the way she sees him. My heart aches at seeing Elle put her hand on his arm. I crave her to touch me like that. "What are you looking at, babe?" says
Damon POV After dropping that little bomb, Andrew didn't say another word, just walking into the forest and heading toward the training grounds, leaving me no choice but to follow behind him, thinking about what he said. Does Demitri truly call Elle the Luna? How could he know that? The longer I walk along the path back to the grounds. I cannot help but notice Slade has been unusually silent as I contemplate Andrew's and Matt's words. I am not hiding my feelings for Elle very well, as the whole damn pack sees what's happening except for her. After fifteen more minutes of mindless wandering through the trees, I finally reach the training grounds, and that's when I smell the cinnamon scent I have come to crave. Why was Elle here? She wasn't allowed to train with the pack. Not paying attention to anything else, my eyes find her instantly. I will always be able to spot her like a moth can find a turned-on light. She is standing at the top of the training grounds in a training bra, leggi
ELLE POV It's been a long time coming. Nothing in life has been more satisfying than watching Alpha Charles reprimand Damon in front of the entire pack. I don't feel bad that he was scolded in front of everyone. Since I moved here, Damon has made it his mission to control every aspect of my life, and it's so refreshing when he is called out on his bullshit. Something has shifted between Damon and me since his return from training; this new dynamic between us is palpable. If Damon had paid more attention to those in his immediate vicinity instead of obsessing about where I was and what I was doing, he might have noticed his father coming up behind him. Even now, when he should be paying attention to his father, I can feel his eyes on my body. Even with my back to him, I know it's him staring at me, with the way my body heats under the intensity of his gaze. As much as I try to ignore the flames licking over my skin, it's becoming impossible. "I can't believe he thought he could ke
Elle POV "Okay, the first pairing in the ring is..." Damon's voice calls out amongst us; he pauses for a small moment before a devilish smile flashes on his lips like he discovered gold. Looking directly at me, he smiles brightly before opening his mouth to yell, "Melanie and Elle." When I hear my name, I try to show fear, careful not to tip my hand. I can listen to Melanie and her cronies' snide remarks close to the ring. Tentatively, I make my way into the center, trying to avoid the concerned looks of others. Many are surprised I even made it into this group. The three divisions were based on skill because I have never attended a single training session with the rest of the pack, and I want them to keep thinking that. However, as I am stepping over the boundaries of the ring, I find Damon's eyes flashing him a devilish smile of my own with a little wink. The look of realization that he might have made a grave miscalculation in whatever scheme was being cooked up in this pairin
Damon POV For the last two hours, I watched Elle compete and win a division tournament in a class she had no business in. The kids in this division are sons/daughters of fellow warriors or the second-borns of ranked families. As a classified "Omega," there is no way she should have been able to keep her own against the others in her division, let alone win. 'Did you feel the power coming off of her?' Slade asks, speaking to me for the first time in days. We haven't seen eye to eye lately, causing him to stay away, and as much as I hate admitting it, I've missed him. 'Yeah,' I admitted, 'It's not normal for an Omega to be that powerful.' 'No,' he replies, 'but that doesn't matter. She IS powerful. She will be a strong Luna for us.' he says, his pride-filled voice. His naivety causes me to scoff. She isn't ours. If only he could see that so we could focus on our mate. Don't get me wrong. I want Elle as badly as Slade; I am more realistic about the situation. 'Shouldn't we be fo