Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 1


    Chapter 1


    Harlow My Omega test results were releasedst night. Over a hundred bidders joined the online


    action while Zara and I watched the screen as the numbers skyrocketed. I felt physically sick watching,


    my stomach churning wondering how this became my life. All because my genes test proved potent


    and the perfect match for an all-Alpha pack. We couldn’t tell who the bidders were; the only thing we


    could follow was the pack names as each bidder logged into the online auction. A few of which I


    recognized and prayed I didn’t end up bought by. My heart kept pounding against my ribcage until I


    couldn’t watch anymore, so I stared down at my pink cotton pajama shorts, picking at the lint to take my


    mind off my unraveling life. I just couldn’t watch Mr. ck sell me off to a future I never wanted. My twin


    and I have been stuck in the Omega facility since our parents died. The facility owners groomed us to


    be the perfect Omegas, and now, they were auctioning me off to the highest bidding pack. This


    wasn’t the life I imagined or wanted. Not one I would choose for myself. Zara loved being Omega, the


    attention it got her, and the never-ending praise and adoration. I wish I had shared even half of her


    enthusiasm and confidence. For twins, we couldn’t be more opposite. Sure, we looked the same, aside


    from the scar that ran down across the bridge of her nose, under her eyes, to her ear. Yet, the horrific


    ident didn’t take away her beauty, and we still looked identical besides that slight difference, which


    was easily covered by makeup, not that she wore it much. Although a lot of her beauty was from the


    way she carried herself. She oozed confidence, and she was tough yet sweet. The perfect Omega,


    submissive to the core and beautiful. Qualities all Alphas wanted in their Omega. While I was


    standoffish and quiet and didn’t like being the center of attention, whereas Zara thrived in it. The


    memory of yesterday’s events assaulted my mind, and once again, I drifted into the abyss of fear and


    helplessness. *** THE DAY BEFORE, OMEGA TEST ANNOUNCEMENT*** Zara gripped my fingers


    and gave them a squeeze as we waited for my Omega score toe back. I hoped we both would


    bloom at the same time, but fate always had other ns for me. For some reason, fate liked to really


    test me, and testing me is literally what the Omega sanctuary did. Now I worried I would be separated


    from my sister, doomed to a fate I certainly didn’t want. “They said we would stay together, Low; they


    won’t separate us. Omega twins are rare. You’ll see; everything will work out,” Zara whispered, nudging


    me with her elbow. I smiled at her sadly and nodded, praying she was right. We sat in the foyer of the


    auction house, waiting before I’d be put up for auction, depending on how high my genes tests would


    come back. The door to a nearby office burst open, revealing an overjoyed Mrs. Yates. I had never


    seen the woman so ecstatic as she squealed excitedly, waving the paper above her head. Zara and I


    jumped at the startling sound when the auctioneer, Mr. ck, looked up at her from where he sat in his


    expensive suit. “What has made you so excited, Yates?” He asked. Yet, her eyes were wide as she


    stared at me. “She broke the record,” Mrs. Yates whispered, her eyes still glued to my shocked


    expression. Zara nced at me, and I at her, both of us confused out of our minds. “What? Impossible!


    No Omegas pheromones sit above fifty-five. The score hasn’t changed for years,” he said as he got up


    from his seat and reached for the paper in Mrs. Yates’s hands. The awed look on her face didn’t fade


    while Mr. ck snatched the document and observed it. “Eighty-seven percent pure Omega,” Mrs.


    Yates beamed as I gasped at her words. “This can’t be real. Test her again,” Mr. ck huffed, forcing


    the papers back in her hands in disbelief. I agreed with him, test me again. I thought. That is not


    something I want on my records. “They tested four times,” she murmured. The grin on her lips nearly


    split her face in half. Her greying hair almost looked white under the bright fluorescent light and I felt the


    blood drain from my face. Then, out of nowhere, Mr. ck howled and broke out inughter. “We just


    hit fucking bank, baby. Do you have any idea how much we can get for her?” He all but jumped with


    joy. “Wait, you said we would be auctioned together,” Zara intervened, while ncing at me nervously.


    As always, Zara was ready to jump for my defense, while all I could do was stare at everyone in


    horror. This can’t be happening! Eighty-seven percent is an Alpha pack status level, meaning all Alpha


    Pack. Panic enveloped me, spreading through my body like wildfire, taking over every muscle and


    sense I could imagine. “Things change; she is worth too much. She will be auctioned tomorrow. Fuck,


    she will bring in some money, hopefully, enough to save this ce,” Mr. ck announced. I watched


    him flick his dark hair from his face. The paperwork miraculously appeared in his hands, and he stared


    down at the score. I could almost see the dor signs cha-chinging in his eyes. “Wait! Stop! We are


    twins; you can’t separate us,” Zara still fought back, still voice despite me knowing it was pointless. Mr.


    ck sneered as his eyes flicked to her and narrowed slightly. “You’re owned by the state. You live


    under my care, and raising Omegas costs a lot of money. She goes to auction tomorrow; never know


    once you bloom. Maybe whoever buys her will want a spare.” He crackled, sounding as evil as never,


    and wandered off while Mrs. Yates shed us a smile full of pity. “It’s alright, girls. You’ll fetch a high


    price, Harlow; that means your buyer will take good care of you,” Mrs. Yates tries tofort us. Tears


    burned my eyes as Zara’s grip on my hand tightened. Sure, as if I didn’t know what she meant by


    saying someone would take good care of me. As good as they can after bidding on me during an


    auction to make a damn breeder out of me and to top it off, they’ll separate me from my


    twin. ***** Zara’s gasp pulled me out of the nightmare memory, and I instantly looked up at the


    computer screen. My heart slumped: five hundred thousand dors. I stared at my sister, and her


    mouth hung open, just as shocked as I. We kept waiting for the pack name to appear. We had to see


    who had sessfully offered the highest bid and won. Yet the moment the name popped up, dread


    pooled in my stomach, a pit forming so deep I forgot how to breathe. Obsidian Pack. It was a pack I


    had heard of, and not for good reasons. It was also an all-Alpha pack, that much I knew. I shook my


    head as tears brimmed and spilled from my eyes, slipping down my cheeks and dripping off my chin.


    Zara’s lips quivered. “No!” she gasped, horrified. They were notorious for losing Omega’s and I would


    be no different. Obsidian Pack had bought six girls over the years we spent here, and not one survived


    them; none could take the Alphas knot. Not even with the serum. The other girls in the facility had


    nicknamed that pack the Omega killers! I swallowed the bile. “Maybe we can tell them no,” Zara


    suggested in a whisper, but it would do no good. We were the property of the state and had no choice


    in the government’s eyes. Omega’s we property because Omegas were the only way to continue an


    Alpha’s bloodline. We were revered and special and apparently, fetch a special price. All Omega’s


    ended up in packs. We didn’t get a say, but us even less because the state took us in and left a hefty


    debt to us, therefore we are auctioned off to any potential suitors. We didn’t even get a chance to meet


    our potential buyers. Whereas if my mother was still here we wouldn’t have been auctioned off, she


    would have added our genes to the pool and suitors would have topete for us and we would have


    had overall say. However, she was dead and the Omega sanctuary was our legal guardian in the eyes


    of thew, giving them overall say. ********* Instead,ter that afternoon, I’m jabbed in the arm by the


    Alphas’ blood. It’s supposed to help us limate to our Alpha. It also ensures the Alpha DNA is passed


    on to its potential heir because once an Alpha marks its other pack members, their DNA changes. Mrs.


    Yates sits with me while I rub my sore ass, where the doctor jabbed me with his DNA. Mrs. Yates


    squeezes my fingers. “I’m sorry, Harlow, I tried to talk Mr. ck out of it.” “That pack… They killed six


    girls. Six, Mrs. Yates, six girls!.” I whisper, aware that I’m the next one to die at their hands. Or ws,


    teeth. Or knots! “You’re stronger than the others,” she offers, but I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but…”


    she sighs; nothing she says would make me feel better. “Promise once I die, you won’t send Zara to


    him. I know she will test just as high; we are twins,” I beg her. Mrs. Yates nods. “I’ll do my best.


    Promise.” She nudges me and escorts me back to my room. ************* A few days passed until the


    pack was on its way to collect me. Zara did my hair and make-up. She did hers too, but I couldn’t figure


    out why. Despite her being the girly twin, she hated make-up just as much as I did. Today, I’ll meet my


    pack. A pack I want no part in. Yet, watching the clock only makes me more nervous while Zara sniffles


    as she fixes my hair to look precisely like hers. We’re pulling on our matching dresses when I hear the


    buzz of the pager telling me they have arrived. My skin prickles as fear seeps into every cell in my


    body, but I feel cold when I get up to leave the room. The moment I reach for the door, I feel something


    spray on the side of my face. I swat at it and turn to see Zara holding some spray can in her hands.


    Tears blur her face as my vision blurs when she resprays it again. “Why are you spraying me with a


    descenter?” I ask while choking and coughing when some got in my mouth. During my coughing fit, she


    jabs me in the arm with a needle. Before I realize what is happening, my legs turn wobbly as I reach


    out for her. Zara drags and tucks me into bed, and I fight to remain conscious. “Zara!” I murmur in


    panic. “I won’t let you die, just know I love you,” she whispers, kissing my cheek. What did she jab me


    with, and where did she get it? I can’t move as I watch how she scoops up my bag and ID in


    horror. That exins why she used make-up. She needed to cover the scar on her face. It was the only


    thing that told us apart. Just before she walks out, shees over to me. “When you wake, you


    pretend to be me; I won’t let the Obsidian pack kill you. I know you hate this Omega stuff; I can’t let you


    go through it. Escape and keep using the descenter until you do.” her words be softer as my


    vision blurs and my surroundings slowly vanish as my sight is stolen by whatever she drugged me


    with. “I love you, Low, now be a good Omega,” are thest words I hear before I drift into oblivion. She


    took my ce; Zara took my ce and sacrificed herself for me. I killed her, killed my own sister, my


    twin. A lone tear slipped down my cheek at that thought as my paralyzed body was sucked into the


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