Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 3


    Chapter 3


    “Mr. Bowman, she is here, but we have an issue. Mr. Keller also purchased this girl tonight when you


    rang about the muddle up,” Mr. ck admitted. A growl came from the inte, and I could swear it


    shook the windows and I could feel his threatening aura through the phone. “Doesn’t matter; I bought


    her originally. I have a im, so give him his money back!” The other man growled, sounding equally


    as pissed off as his opponent. “See, that’s the issue. If it were only the money, I could simply fix it, Mr.


    Bowman.” “Then what is it?” The annoyed man snapped. Mr. ck shot me a re over his shoulder,


    his lips pulling back over his teeth in a snarl and I dropped my gaze to myp. “I already injected her


    with Mr. Keller’s serum.” Mr. ck answers. “You what?” Mr. Keller roared through the phone, making


    Mr. ck jump. “So, wait, what does that mean? Fucking reverse his serum,” Mr. Bowman argued. I


    couldn’t understand why these men still tried to negotiate, since both of them seemed equally unhappy


    about the serum. “Like fuck you will; that was thest of my serum!” Mr. Keller snarled. Okay, at that


    point, I took back my previous observation. The injection wasn’t the issue; theck of serum was. “Not


    my fucking problem, Keller,” Mr. Bowman snarled as I took the risk of peeking at Mr. ck. He was


    rubbing his temples as if he had a headache. “Mr. Bowman, you know it can’t be reversed. If you can’t


    share, I’m sorry, but I have to hand her over to Mr. Keller. He marked his packst night. His DNA is no


    longer pure, and that was hisst serum.” Mr. ck exined. I gasped. Mr. Keller, whoever he was,


    his heir, was solely riding on me! “I don’t see how that is my issue; not my fault he didn’t take more


    samples before marking his pack mates!” Mr. ck sighed, clearly done with the pointless arguing


    back and forth. “I have five other girls that ranked in the high forties. You can take your pick or try them


    all, but I am sorry, Mr. Bowman. You have eighteen samples left, and this is Mr. Keller’sst


    sample.” “Whatever you paid him, I will cover it.” Mr. Keller interrupts. Mr. Bowman remains quiet,


    waiting for his rulings. “And you can have the other girls,” Mr. ck added. I red at him, equally


    shocked as I felt disgusted. “Fine, fine, we have a deal,” Mr. Bowman gave in, and Mr. ck sighed


    before he pinned me with his re. “I will wire the money to you, Bowman, and ck?” “Yes, Alpha


    Keller.” “I will send my mother to pick up the girl; she will remain with her until she turns


    eighteen.” “Very well; I will personally remain with her to ensure no more blunders.” “Make sure you do


    because your life now depends on it,” Mr. Keller warned Mr. ck before hanging up. Tears streamed


    down my cheeks. My sister was gone; I was sold, and fate was beyond cruel. The very next day, a


    woman in a shy-looking sports car came to retrieve me. Her clothes screamed money, and her dark


    hair and equally dark eyes were vibrant. She wore an elegant suit and stilettos, her smile was soft, and


    her tone of voice was kind. Her energy I found soothing as she escorted me to the car. The moment I


    climbed in with my satchel that held Zara’s stuff, she turned on me. I jumped in fright, tugging the


    shoulder strap higher and getting ready to use it as a shield. “Who marked up your face? Did that prick


    ck do that?” She asked, her hand reaching to cup my cheek. Her touch was feather-light, her thumb


    brushing over my swollen eyelid. She clicks her tongue, ring at the ce I called home for far too


    many years. “Very well, my son will deal with him,” she says, starting the car with a growl. We drove in


    silence. Didn’t it bother her that her son literally brought a breeder? Maybe she was acquired the same


    way most omegas enjoyed this lifestyle, yet I saw the bitter truths of the control the Alphas had. “Are


    you hungry, Harlow?” She asked as we went around a sharp bend, heading into town. “A little,” I admit.


    She nods. “I saw a nice little restaurant on the way here. We will stop and grab a bite to eat,” she says,


    reaching for my hand. She gives it a gentle squeeze before gripping the steering wheel again. “No


    need to be frightened. My son is a good man, and so are his pack mates. You’ll like them,” she says,


    smiling at me. I was about to ask her their names when suddenly we were hit. A truck mmed into the


    side of our car and tossed her little car into the barrier. She screams, blood gushing from her head


    where she hit it on the steering wheel when the truck backs up. It then stops before elerating and


    hitting us again. When the door crashed into my side, ss rained down all over the ce. The creak


    and groan of metal were loud, but not as loud as our screams. The car finally stops andnds on its


    roof. I stupidly unplug my seatbelt and hit the roof, the ss tearing my hands apart. Mrs. Keller was


    slumped and dangling from the roof when I heard men shouting in the distance. “Down here, quick,


    grab the bitch, and let’s go!” I blinked, blood tainting my vision from the gash on my head, and I shook


    the woman. She groans, peering around, and the voices get closer. She turned, and I will never forget


    the look she gave me. One of pure fear when she screamed at me. “Run, run, Harlow. They areingN?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    for you,” she screamed, and I didn’t need to be told twice. Snatching my satchel off the roof, I


    mbered out, my back tearing open on a jagged piece of metal, and I heard her fall out of her seat


    behind me. I started running as she said, expecting her to catch up. I had no idea what was going on,


    but I did as she asked, trusting this woman blindly. Only she never caught up, and I stumbled blindly


    into the woods.