Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 4


    Chapter 4


    2 years Later Myndlord’s voice in the stairwell made my stomach drop as she spoke to the


    handyman about the damn light fixtures that didn’t work. I cringe, tugging my zer higher to cover my


    neck and part of my face. Praying she doesn’t notice me. The rent was four monthste. I tried to


    sneak past Martha by holding my ratty-looking handbag higher to cover my face, but I don’t go


    unmissed when I am forced to squeeze past her as I hastily try to escape. “Zara!” she shrieks as I try to


    escape her wrath. I pause and slowly turn to face her. Her reddish, greying hair was pulled up in a bun


    on her head, and two hair picks were stuck through it with snakeheads on them. Martha steps around


    the handyman standing on adder while pulling apart the old light fitting above high up on the


    wall. “Where is my rent money? You promised to have itst week,” she screeched, and I internally


    groaned. Martha was a tough old woman, and she looked the part with her denim jacket, ck boots,


    and dark blue skinny leg jeans on. No one messed with Martha here. She would kick your ass and toss


    you to the curb, and I had seen her beat a group of vandals that got past the crumbling lobby. Martha


    whipped their asses real good and broke a skateboard over one of their heads. Safe to say, they didn’t


    return. It secretly made me wonder if she wasn’t human. She struck fear in everyone, but she was also


    quite understanding and lovely, too. As long as you’re not four months behind in rent like I am. “I will


    have it. I just need a little—” I try to tell her. “No, it has been four months. You have until the end of the


    day, 6 PM, missy,” she says, clicking her fingers at me before pointing her index finger at me. “6 PM,” I


    nodded my head and gulped. Martha was usually nice, however. I had surpassed the tipping point of


    her generosity. Sure, the ce was a dump, but it was cheap, but I couldn’t even afford cheap at this


    point. I couldn’t even sell anything because the ce I rented came fully furnished, and I had little in


    the way of possessions. “I have a job interview today. Soon, I will have it.” I pleaded my case to


    her. “Soon isn’t good enough. I have bills to pay.” I rummage through my pockets and pull out myst


    hundred dors, besides some loose change floating around in the bottom of my handbag. Brianna had


    introduced me to her boss at the local strip club she worked at. Talon let me wash dishes asionally,


    so I had enough money to buy some groceries and money to get around the city while I hunted for a


    job. Martha snatches it, shaking it in the air at me. “I am sick of the crumbs; I mean it, Zara. 6 PM or I


    will have Mike change the locks,” she says, pointing to Mike. He hangs his head and smiles sadly. The


    dude was creepy as fuck and mute, but he always came running when something needed to be


    fixed. “I’ll have something for you this afternoon,” I tell her. “No, you will have all of it. You owe me


    nearly four thousand in rent plus utilities. I was nice enough to let you stay here with your fake ID and


    your shitty backstory, which I don’t for one second believe,” she snaps, turning away from me and


    dismissing me. Shit! Martha figured me out. I wondered briefly how long she had known and if she saw


    straight through it from the start and gave me the benefit of the doubt. God, I hope thepany I was


    interviewing at didn’t look too closely at me. They may question why I don’t have the scar. Or why I was


    using a dead girl’s ID. Though I always exined it away with my expert contour skills, ha I couldn’t


    contour to save my life. They don’t need to know that, though. Technically, she is my twin. We just


    aren’t 100% identical, simr, but not identical. Twins are one and the same, so not like it was exactly


    fake. It was my dead sister’s. Not like she was going to use it. And I can’t risk the Omega facility finding


    me. No one is looking for a dead girl! But I would worry about thatter. I had a job interview and


    needed to get to the city center and twenty minutes to get there or I would bete. I raced across town


    for the interview and just made it with three minutes to spare. The skyscraper was intimidating as I


    gazed up at the massive building. I was shocked when I got a call back to be interviewed. They must


    be desperate because just stepping into the foyer, I felt way out of my element. It was at some tech


    company, and they were looking for a receptionist. Walking in, I followed signs to the elevator, finding


    the correct floor. A woman instantly approached me the second I stepped out through the elevator


    doors. Her little ck dress was tight, showing her curves and ample cleavage. Her blonde wavy hair


    was tied in a ponytail high on her head, and porcin-perfect skin and bright red lipstick on. She was


    beautiful. Her heels clicked on the marble floors as she made her way over to me. She sniffed the air


    as she stopped next to me. “You must be Zara. I’m Le. We talked on the phone,” she says, holding


    out her hand to me. I gulp, noticing the blood-red ring around her eyes. This woman was a vampire. I


    take her icy hand, and she squeezes it gently. “Yes, I am. Have you been waiting long?” I asked her.


    That didn’t look good, that she was waiting in the foyer for me. Was Ite? I nced at the huge goldN?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    clock above the shiny elevator doors that I could see my reflection in. “No, I am conducting the


    interview, if you’ll follow me,” she says, turning and briskly walking away toward a set of double doors. I


    stumbled after the woman. However, Le was definitely a vampire. Although, I was confused as I


    caught up to her, and she started talking about the position. “Thane wanted to conduct the interview


    himself, but he and his mates had to leave on short notice for a meeting downstairs, so I was tasked


    with the interview. So I am sorry about the short notice, but you can meet them tomorrow when you


    start, the other two girls well, let’s just say they would not do, you know how Betas are, they don’t take


    orders well, and those two all they could talk about was Thane and Rhen —” she says, shaking her


    head and I stopped walking. “Wait, I thought this was a receptionist’s job. The ad said, foyer


    receptionist?” I asked. “Thane didn’t want the media knowing he killed another personal secretary.” My


    eyes widen, and I mouthed what the fuck to myself. Thane, I’m assuming he was the boss? Why did


    she keep saying that name? And wait, did she say he killed hisst secretary? Le kept talking, not


    noticing me on the verge of having a panic attack. “Yet when I saw you are of Omega blood, I knew you


    would be perfect and controble,” she said. Which I knew she meant easilymanded and


    submissive by nature. What the fuck did I apply for? She took me to the top floor and showed me


    around. “Don’t you want to interview me? I have references,” I rummage through my handbag, but her


    hand falls on my arm. “No, need. I have a strange feeling you are exactly what they are looking for, and


    need.” she says with a soft giggle, while her eyes were roaming over me from head to toe, licking her


    lips. I fought the urge not to step away from her hungered gaze. It was near impossible to find a job in


    this city, especially one that didn’t risk your life, and since thepany I worked for went broke after


    the vamps killed the manager and set the ce alight, I have been up struggle street since. There were


    hardly any jobs, and the jobs avable required tossing any scrap of dignity out the window and being


    prepared to do things I wasn’t sure I wasfortable doing. The interview went for an hour, and by the


    time I left her, she assured me the position was definitely mine. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. The


    last thing I wanted to be was trapped with four alphas. They could literally destroy me,mand


    anything of me. I shake that thought away. I couldn’t be picky. A job was a job, and this was thergest


    techpany in the city, so if I could survive here even a year, that would look good on my


    resume. But now I had something else to worry about. I couldn’t go back to my apartment empty-


    handed, and I was starving, so I did something I thought I would never do. I rang Brianna in the


    elevator; she was my only friend in the city. In fact, she was the only person I knew here on a personal


    level, and only because I helped her out one day when she got locked out of her apartment next door


    to mine; she had since moved, but we kept in contact. I was seriously debating asking if they needed


    someone for one night on the floors; I shuddered at the thought of being half-naked with leering horny


    gazes. But I also had no choice with Martha breathing down my neck about the rent. Briana said that is


    where the money is. In fact, so did her boss. Martha left me no choice, and the sry was paid


    monthly, so I needed money to tide me over because the pocket change in the bottom of my handbag


    jiggling around as I walked would not pay the rent or feed me until then. Yet selling my body didn’t


    sound that appealing either, considering I was still a virgin, which was rare for an omega. Usually,


    packs imed us or us them, but I had been using suppressants for years. My scent was faint, though


    my ID clearly stated what I was, and there was no way I was going to go screaming that from the


    rooftops. I didn’t want to be some Alphas bitch. Iughed bitterly because I was now literally four


    Alphas coffee bitch; I was already dreading this job, and it hadn’t started yet. But Le said they were


    all mates, which was odd. Usually, a packprised one Alpha, not four and an Omega, yet she said it


    was just four men. I was nning on walking over to the club. It would take me a good half an hour to


    walk there. I hoped Tal would just let me work behind the bar for the night because I sure as hell didn’t


    want to get on stage with Brianna. So I was stuck in my thoughts when the elevator opened and I


    stepped out, thinking it was the ground floor only to smack into a hard chest. Burning hot liquid tipped


    all over me and I hissed as I bounced off the person and fell on my ass. A thunderous growl rang loudly


    through the air and I yelped when hands reached down and gripped my arms tightly. Sparks and


    warmth slipped up my arms, yet the pressure of his tight grip was bone-crushing as the man ripped me


    to my feet and shook me. “Fucking whore, you ruined my fucking suit.” the man snarled. I trembled


    under his rage-filled silver gaze when he shoves me backward. My back hits the closed elevator doors


    to find I had run directly into the path of an Alpha. His tailored suit was drenched in hot coffee, and


    instinctively I reached out to try to help clean up the mess. “Fucking useless, Omega,” he sneered as I


    rushed to get tissues from the nearby foyer desk. I try to pat his shirt dry when his hand locks around


    my wrist and the crushing pain steals the air from my lungs, his fingers bruising instantly. “I’m sorry, so


    sorry I didn’t see you,” I stammered as heat crawled through me, and I cursed at myself. His aura was


    potent and powerful despite taking my morning suppressants, slick wet between my thighs. Stupid


    fucking Omega genes! I cursed to myself, cursed being an Omega. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he


    sneered, shoving me backward. His jaw clicked as he clenched his teeth. The look he gave me seared


    through me. My neck prickled and my cheeks med as people stared and I dropped my gaze. Tears


    burned my eyes at the embarrassment of being scolded. “Now get out of my face,” he growled, shoving


    me toward the elevator. I did dly, anything to get away from the intimidating Alpha. I wondered who


    the man was, and hopefully, I never run into him again. I left the ce shaken to my core, but after


    leaving the giant building, I felt myself rx, the tension slowly leaving with every meter I put between


    myself and the massive skyrise building.