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FOUR YEARS LATER Elle- 22 years old; Damon- 23 years old ELLE POV ************************** I don't know what's going on with me, but it's not pretty, my stomach convulsing with another dry heave like it's waged a bloody war on my body without my knowledge. Goddess, what is this? Was I poisoned? It has to be poison. Someone trying to kill me slowly is the only obvious reason behind this sickness. Werewolves don't get sick. Leaning my head against the porcelain rim of a place my face should never be close to, I try catching my breath, my forehead pouring in sweat. A sickly sweet smell makes its way into my nostrils as another wave of nausea forces its way through me. Rolling my insides around like a boat in the middle of the ocean during a summer storm. "Happy Matesday!" Damon sings, pushing open the bathroom door, a tray in his hand, the offensive odor oozing from beneath the plate cover. Before I can keep it in, I am purging the nonexistent contents of my stomach. Once I f
Elle POV 12 years old The bright fluorescent lights slowly pull me from the dark abyss of nothing I have been stuck in for Goddess knows how long. I open my eyes slowly so they can adjust to the lights in the white room. A small space that smells like it's doused in bleach daily. Five different machines are placed around the room in specific spots in need of importance. Looking around, I see three figures standing at the edge of the room, whispering amongst themselves, not realizing I have woken yet. I am trying to focus on what they're saying, but I can't decipher their words. However, I can feel the power rolling off the large male and the beautiful blonde woman standing at his side. "Look, Charles, she's up," The middle-aged woman says to the man standing to her right. Her voice is melodic, like an angel's song, and it's comforting. I've heard it before, but I can't remember from where. Without a second thought, I knew I could trust the woman and the man standing next to h
Damon- 18 years old. Elle- 16 years old, a month away from her 17th birthday Elle The constant beeping of my alarm clock rouses me from my no-dream sleep, letting me know it's 4 am and time to head off into training with the Beta and Gamma of the New Moon Pack. It is strange how much Alpha Charles and Luna Olivia have invested into a nobody Omega from another pack. I never really bother to question it, I can't remember anything from my old life, and they treat me like their own. What do I have to complain about? They have made sure I have everything I could ever need or want. I am personally trained by the Beta and Gamma daily; no other Omega is lucky enough to receive that kind of one on one training. I have a beautiful room that they spent thousands of dollars to redo, even though I explained it wasn't necessary, and I was more than happy with the room the way it was when I moved in. They insisted that it be perfect and precisely as I desired. I have a massive bathroom with a r
ELLE POV Bouncing down to the dining room in my usual sweatpants and t-shirt, I pass the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma as they head into the Alpha's office to conduct pack business. Nodding to the three, I continue to the dining room to find Luna sitting in her usual spot, drinking her coffee and reading the paper. With Damon gone for the summer, we have most of our meals together. Most days, the Alpha is too busy without him around. I know Luna Olivia misses her son, but I would be lying if I didn't say I am relieved by his absence. My summer vacation is officially ending tomorrow, and once Damon returns, along with Andrew and Matt, my regularly scheduled hell will resume. So, I am determined to make this day magical, spending my time reading by the pool, binging Bridgerton on N*****x, and eating Helena's homemade cinnamon roll ice cream. "Good morning, dear," Luna Olivia says to me as she looks up from her paper. "Good Morning, Luna," I say, flashing her a warm smile as I sit in my
Damon Pov I cannot believe this is my last day here at the Alpha training camp, and I can't deny the excitement I feel to get back to our lands, and Slade agrees with me. If it were up to Slade, we would have left after three days of being here. He has been agitated, not knowing what Elle had been up to in our absence. When we were at home, keeping track of her movements was easier, but being here with all my men meant I had no one on the land to monitor her for me. It's not like I could ask my father's men to do it. Instead, I had to rely on the small tidbits Mom would give me when she called to talk to me, but she never gave the information willingly. Constantly forcing me to ask. I tried to resist the temptation; I did not want my mom to think I cared about the silly little orphan. I want nothing to do with that red-haired, green-eyed vixen. It's Slade who is obsessed. I try my hardest to avoid her like the plague he just makes it impossible. Stupid wolf. I don't get his hype
Damon Pov An hour later, having dropped off Andrew and Matt at their houses, I am finally pulling up to the pack mansion. I park the bronco in front of the house, grab my phone, and race into the house like my life depends on it. As soon as the door opens, Slade and I can smell the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls. For the first time in months, Slade relaxed in my mind, and without thinking, I let my nose lead the way. Before I realized where my feet were taking me, I found myself outside Elle's door, breathing heavily. Not ready to leave, I sank to the floor, leaning against the door and letting my nostrils fill with her sweet scent. My body is relaxing for the first time in weeks that I don't realize when the rest of the world falls away... "Damon, wake up, son," my father's voice startles me awake, my eyes wide, confused about where I am. The last thing I remember is sitting outside Elle's room. I can't still be there, can I? "Dad! Wha-?" I ask, my voice still groggy from sleep. M
ALPHA CHARLES POV I am sitting at the large oak desk, the leather of my office chair cool against my shirt, calming the nerves raging throughout my body. When the door opens, I feel the heat of aquamarine eyes on I didn't need to look at Olivia to know the wheels are grinding inside her head, the bond telling me everything. "Ask what you want," I say, my voice dry, the mental exhaustion thinks in my voice. "Did you set up the meeting between Elle and Theo?" My mate's voice rings out, her nerves firing rapidly through our connection. "Of course," I reply, closing my eyes and letting my fingers drag across my brows and temples, trying to calm the storm behind my eyes. "I guess it's too late to back out of our commitments now," she sighs, but I can feel her coming up behind me; tingles spread throughout my body as she runs her fingers through my hair, relaxing my tense muscles. A chuckle bubbles past my lips, my hand grabbing her wrist to plant a kiss before allowing my blue-gray
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