Elle POV The light leaking in from the window makes my head pound harder and the fog from this hangover thicker. The subtle smell of sandalwood with a hint of eucalyptus doing its best to calm the violent tossing of my stomach. Slowly coming to, I realize I am not in my bed or even in my clothes. Did I get a bath last night? Where the hell am I? Jerking up too quickly in the sitting position makes my head spin, and vomit sneak up my throat, but somehow I hold it back. Letting my eyes adjust to the uneven lighting in the room, I look around and still have no clue where the hell I am...The walls are dark, almost black, but with a greenish tint. The furniture in the room is leather, and sitting in the far corner is a shadowy figure whose light eyes are glaring at me with a fiery intensity. "Hello?" I ask, my mouth as dry as a cotton ball. "Who are you?" I ask the figure in the corner, who rises from the chair gracefully like a lion ready to pounce on his prey. Once he steps into the l

Damon POV I cannot believe my parents are letting Elle go to New York City with that dolt Jonah. What are they thinking? Slade is on the verge of coming forward to bring havoc down upon the Diamond Claw pack. Allies be damned if their Alpha is going to steal what is mine. Still in the hallway around the corner from the dining room, trying to calm Slade enough so that he doesn't act stupidly, I hear the scraping of chairs as everyone gets up to leave the table. Not wanting to be seen by my parents, I duck into the room closest to me. With my ear pressed against the door, I listen as my parents walk past the door whispering quietly amongst themselves. Their voices are so quiet that I cannot understand what they're saying. A few moments later, cinnamon and vanilla invade the air. It's a scent I have become obsessed with in the last few years. Without thinking, I open the door and drag her inside before she realizes what's happening. Closing it, I box Elle between the wall, my arms, an

Elle's POV I cannot get that kiss out of my head. It clouds every waking thought making my body buzz with excitement I didn't think possible. It has been forty-eight hours since Damon and I were caught in the library by Matt and probably Andrew. Something has shifted between Damon and me since he's been back from Alpha training, and I don't know how much longer I can keep lying about it. Especially after what happened on the field during our sparing session. Damon and I were so in sync it was like dancing, but only we knew the moves. I had never felt my wolf as clearly as I did then. I could feel her trying to break free; it was like Damon's Alpha power was feeding into her, fueling us. I felt stronger, faster, and more aware of my surroundings than ever before. It was euphoric, and from Damon's expression, he felt the same. I could feel the stares of those around us, stopping in their training to watch us, whispering comments about how we moved together. "Miss Davidson?" comes

Hello faithful readers, Unfortunately, I will take a small break from updates this weekend to celebrate my husband's 31st birthday with our family and friends. I will resume posting chapters with my usual vigor on Monday, September 19th. Thank you for your continued support and enjoyment of Damon and Elle's story. Please keep commenting, liking, voting, and sharing their story with your friends. Have a great weekend, and I hope you are prepared for the shitstorm coming in the next few chapters! (laughs evilly) Seriously, a lot of stuff will happen next that I am not prepared for. XOXO Emma Taylor

Alpha Charles & Luna Olivia "Did you do it?" Luna Olivia asks her mate as he walks into the office, his body dripped in sweat. "What the hell happened?" she asks when she finally notices how disheveled Alpha Charles looks. "Damon and I got into a fight," Charles grumbles as he sits down; unlike his son, he isn't a young and virile Alpha but instead getting closer to retirement each day. "You were supposed to warn Damon away from Elle, not attack him," Olivia scolds him as she grabs bottled water from the mini fridge hidden away in one of his cabinets. "We both know that Damon, or Slade, wouldn't have reacted unless I pushed him," Charles explains, "he is a typical unmated Alpha male. He wasn't going to get it without a threat of violence." Charles finishes before drinking the entire water bottle in one go. "Charles," Luna Olivia says, her voice growing quiet as she looks at her husband, guilt washing over her face, "are we doing the right thing?" "I don't know if this is th