Elle POV "Elle?" Damon asks, his voice still groggy from sleep, "What are you doing here?" he mumbles as he tries to wipe the gunk out of his eyes. I answer while staring at my feet, too ashamed to be standing outside his door in the middle of the night, "I couldn't sleep, and I was hoping we could talk or something..." I mumble in shame while fidgeting nervously, too afraid to look him in the eyes. I hate that I cannot stay away from him, regardless of how much I try. It's like my body has a mind of its own and wants the blonde-haired God standing in the doorway. "Are you-" I start to say until I finally lift my face to look at Damon, only to find the pitch-black eyes of Slade staring back at me, his breathing ragged, his lust devouring me. "Slade?" As soon as his name leaves my mouth, he grabs me into his arms, burying his face into my neck and inhaling deeply. As if I am as light as a feather, he picks me up, my skin tingling like it's on fire. As soon as the door closes, my se

Theo POV I know it's 6 am, but I couldn't sleep after Damon and his friends left my house. Cerebrus and I conflicted the whole night over whether or not we should tell Elle about their unexpected arrival on my doorstep. Eventually, Cerebrus won, so I walked up the steps to Elle's hallway at 6 in the morning to witness her coming down the opposite steps on the other side of the hallway. Her hair is chaotic, and she is wearing clothes that aren't hers, an indistinguishable fragrance mixed with hers. The sandalwood and eucalyptus of the young Alpha cling to Elle like a visible claim to any males around. I can't help but smirk until I notice the tears in her eyes, which causes Cerebrus to roar to life, wanting vindication. He didn't care that she was with Damon, we half expected it to happen sooner or later, but we won't tolerate him hurting her. "Elle," I say, startling her as she hurriedly tries to wipe away the tears falling freely down her face. "Are you okay?" "Theo," she says t

Jonah POV I am on New Moon's territory listening to the Alpha Charles and Luna Olivia prattle about Elle's birthday plans the following weekend. I nod quietly in agreement but barely pay attention to what they are saying. My mind is too distracted by the mess I find myself in, thankful that Brad is here to get all the necessary information for Elle's protection. As I watch the Alpha and Luna talk about her, it's clear they care deeply, making what I have to do more difficult. But I am left with no choice other than do the unthinkable to a friend I have known all my life, leaving my stomach feeling queasy and unsettled like it has been every time I have stepped over the line. "So tell me, have you scheduled any fun activities while in New York?" Luna Olivia asks me directly, even though Brad has been doing most of the talking so far. Informing them of the security detail. As I listen to him speak, another pang of guilt washes over me, knowing the position I have now placed him in, l

Theo POV I glance at the time on my lock screen and see it's almost midnight. Where the fuck are they? They were supposed to be here an hour ago...If I had known those jackasses were going to bail, I would have gone to sleep already. Deciding to finally give up, I start shutting down the house when I hear a demanding knock at the door. That must be them, annoyed I fling it open, glaring at my three unwelcome colleagues in this unfortunate adventure. Of course, Damon has a shit-eating smirk on his face, proud of himself that he made me wait for him. Cocky alpha douche. "Couldn't have called? Mindlinked? Sent a text?" I grumble as they file into my house slowly, like I have all day to wait on them to get their shit together. Thank the Goddess, my father is never home, or this would be nearly impossible to accomplish. "Sorry, we should have; we just got caught up in things," Andrew says before Damon or Matt says something stupid, which they are prone to do. "Your dad home?" He asks,

Luna Olivia POV I am sitting on the bedroom balcony enjoying my afternoon tea when I see the high schoolers walking onto the field to start their training. Damon, Andrew, and Matt are already standing at one end, heads bent, talking to one another. Like their fathers before them, they are never apart. The three talk intently, ignoring the other students who start warming up. What has them so busy that they aren't focusing on training right now? Those three are up to something, but I can guess what they are talking about. I watch Elle enter the field, but my son still hasn't noticed until the wind shifts taking her scent right to him as if sent by the moon Goddess herself. I watch as Damon's eyes find her walking through the crowd toward Theo with a pissed-off look. I don't care about their squabbles as I watch Damon watch Elle. I can tell he is dying desperately to go over there, talk to her, and be near her but he doesn't because of the fight with his father recently. My heart bre