Prologue
Elle POV
After being discharged from the human hospital, Alpha Charles and Luna Olivia showed me to the black SUV.
Climbing into the back seat, I lean my head against the cool glass, letting the radio lull me into a peaceful sleep as the SUV roars forward to my new pack and home.
"Elle, dear, wake up," comes the soft lull of Luna Olivia's voice as she tries to pull me from my slumber.
Alpha Charles parked in front of a large mansion with four floors and two wings coming off the main house.
I knew from the sheer size of the building in front of me that we were in front of the pack house.
I wonder how many members fit into this ginormous building and where my room will be in the grand scheme of things.
Open the back door, climb down, and I stand on the paved driveway, dimly lit in the night sky by the solar lamps lining the driveway.
The house is made of brick, with beautiful hedges and flowers lining the front.
The Luna likes the flowers from the many flowers planted in front of the home.
"Come along, dear," Luna Olivia says, eager for me to come up the steps to join the Alpha and Luna inside their home.
Taking one last steadying breath, I follow behind them as they climb the stairs into the mansion.
As soon as my feet cross the threshold, I am overcome by the most mouthwatering scent I have ever encountered.
The smell is so potent it's making me weak in the knees and lightheaded.
The same comforting scent I smelled on Luna Olivia and Alpha Charles seeps into every free space of the air.
Every ounce of control I have within my preteen body is fighting against my base instincts to go in search of the scent.
Does this scent belong to the son they told me they have?
If it does, how am I supposed to live here with that delicious smell constantly calling out to me?
"Our son Damon is waiting in the Alpha's office," Luna Olivia says, grabbing my hand, pulling my mind back to reality, and preventing me from sniffing every part of this house until I find the source of the fragrance setting my senses on fire.
As soon as we enter the medium-sized office, I am smacked in the face with the irresistible perfume that has invaded my thoughts since I first smelled it on the Alpha and Luna hours ago.
If I thought the delicious odor was terrible, nothing could prepare me for the beauty of the teenage boy standing inside the room.
Standing on the other side of the room is a god-like teenager, maybe a year older than me.
He was tall, with blonde hair, the perfect mix of his parents' blonde hair.
His blue eyes were so piercing, I swear he was glowering straight into my soul.
I notice how his pupils dilate, his jaw tightens, and he clenches his fist while he glares at me.
It's evident from his demeanor that he doesn't like me already, which makes sense when we haven't said anything to each other.
"Son," Alpha Charles says in that rough commanding tone of his, "This is Elle; she will be staying with us indefinitely."
"Why?" The teenage boy sneers as his eyes look over my body.
With the same intensity his father had earlier, he was causing my body to flush with his scrutiny.
"Her pack underwent a horrible rogue attack," Luna Olivia explains to her son, a sad expression on her face.
"Elle is one of the survivors of her pack, and she doesn't remember much about her pack. Your father and I were nearby when it happened. Since your father and I rescued her, we felt responsible for her until her memory returns and a living family member can be found."
"What's her rank?" Damon continues questioning, his eyes dark and stormy with annoyance.
As he glowers at me from across the room, sending me shivers of fear and excitement.
"Omega," his father adds calmly, clearly not concerned by having a lower-ranking wolf in his home.
The same cannot be said for his son, who turns as red as a tomato from anger.
"Are you serious? Can you even trust her?"
Damon demands to know, and his question causes me to snort while rolling my eyes.
He can't possibly be serious, can he?
"What's so funny?" Damon growls as he slinks toward me, as a predator does with his prey.
"Oh, nothing," I say, shrugging my shoulders, a bored look on my face as I look at the dirt underneath my fingernails.
"Just never expected a big bad Alpha to be scared of a weak teenage Omega."
I say the last part while looking him directly in the eyes.
"YOU LITTLE-"Damon starts to yell, his eyes shifting to black and his nostrils flaring as the anger rages throughout his body, the aura coming off of him in droves.
"Enough!" Alpha Charles screams, causing us to jump, seemingly lost in our world for a few minutes.
"Damon, you will apologize to Elle while you show her the room on the second floor. The Gamma's old floor. Now go!"
He says, sounding exasperated as he holds the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his patience.
"Fine," is all Damon grumbles in response before spinning on his heel and leaving the room, expecting me to follow behind him.
I trail behind him silently as we go further into the mansion, passing numerous rooms with zero explanation of what they are from Damon.
I can see how his fists keep clenching, and his breathing becomes ragged, but I say nothing to him about it.
After climbing a few flights of stairs and going down another flight, Damon stops in front of a door, grunting, "This is your room."
He steps aside so I can open the door, and just as I am about to step past the threshold, Damon grabs my arms, causing tingles to run up and down the length of my arms.
Damon must have felt it, too, from how quickly he released my arm and stepped away from me.
But it didn't stop the growl as he leaned down in my face, his hot breath fanning my face.
"Listen here, you little orphan. This is my pack; you will do as I say. I will only be addressed as Alpha Damon by you; We are NOT friends. You will do what I say when I say it. You will not try to be friends with my friends. And you will NEVER wear clothes like this again. Not at school or home," he growls as his eyes scan my body, pointing at the skirt, tank top, and converse on my body. "We don't need another pack slut, got it?"
"Yes," I sigh, already knowing he will make my life a personal hell within this pack, and I am starting to regret agreeing to ever come here with the Alpha and Luna.
How could they be such lovely people and have such a nightmare for an heir? It makes zero sense.
"Yes, what?" Damon growls, bending down closer to my face.
I know I should be afraid, but something deep within me tells me not to fear the angry Alpha in front of me.
"Yes, Alpha," I mutter, trying my hardest not to roll my eyes at his stupid request, but think better of it.
I have already done something to piss this hormonal teenage Alpha off, and I have no idea why, but I don't feel like adding fuel to the fire.
"Good," he says, nodding his head in approval before stomping away down the hallway and going up the stairs to what I assume is his room.
Before walking into a space that'll be home indefinitely, I can no longer see him from the bedroom.