Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 49


    Chapter 49


    I dressed quickly in the clothes set out on the sink before making my way to the door. I peered out,


    finding the den empty. There were no windows down here, and I knew that there was no escape from


    his wrath when I climbed those steps to the door. Dread pooled low in my stomach as my feet silently


    moved across the floor, only to creak as I set my weight on the first step. The sound was loud in the


    quiet room, and I suddenly didn’t want to leave the minimal safety it offered.


    Yet I knew if I didn’t go up there, chances were Thane would rip me out of his den and house by my


    hair. Sucking in a breath, I twist the handle and open the door to the smell of Chinese food filling the air.


    My belly growls hungrily, but I ignore it, calcting my chances of running to the door without them


    noticing, which means running past the dining room.


    Recognizing how stupid that thought was, I closed the door and moved toward the dining room. Better


    to get it over with. Just rip the bandaid off, as they say. I wondered briefly how long it would take to


    walk into the city or to Tal’s to see if I could maybe work.


    As I walked into the dining room, they sat at the dining table talking. While Thane watched them. Leon


    was beaming happily about something, while Thane’s re was murderous when his gaze turned to


    me.


    “Sit, Zara,” Thane says, pointing to the chair at the end of the table furthest from everyone. That was


    fine by me. It meant I was closer to the front door if I had to get up and run from here. Quick escape.


    Yet his words had them all turn their attention in my direction. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my


    chest as I sat at the end. All of them had tes in front of them untouched when Rhen got up, cing


    one in front of me before retaking his seat. They felt miles away, and instead of dinner, it reminded me


    of one of the conference meetings.


    “Thank you,” I tell Rhen, only for him to wink at me. My brows furrow knowing Thane could see his


    strange gesture. I fiddle with my fingers under the table, wondering what is going on when they all start


    eating and chatting. Yet Thane hardly spoke, just sat at the other end observing his mates while I


    pushed food around on my te. My appetite suddenly went away as I waited for the other shoe to


    drop and his rage to be unleashed. The man was imprable. His rage I could usually see. However,


    now he just sat staring around at everyone while eating and listening but not showing interest.


    His quiet, indifferent expression only made me more nervous. Yet the others appeared as if this was


    ordinary behavior for him. He wasn’t even using his aura, and I wanted to run. I found this version of


    him worse because I didn’t know what to expect next. His rage, I expected. The silence was eerie and


    cold.


    Yet even after they all finished eating, they remained at the table. Leon went and got a bottle of wine,


    pouring everyone a ss before sitting back down. I can’t even remember thest time I ate at an


    actual dinner table, maybe before my parents died. Even at the sanctuary, we lined up for our trays and


    took them back to our rooms before setting them outside our bedroom doors. Did they eat like this


    every night?


    I wondered how long they sat here. My ass was going numb, and my foot was asleep, yet still, they sat.


    My food was cold when finally Thane spoke, and silence befell the entire room.


    “You’ll remain here. You can have the den and can carpool with us to work daily,” Thane says before


    sipping his wine.


    “No, my apartment is fine,” I lie..


    “The apartment you were evicted from?” Thane says, and I chew on my lip, trying to find a way out of


    the lie I told.


    “Don’t lie to me. I detest liars. I know you’re homeless, Zara,” Thane says, setting the winess down.


    He looks at my te before looking up at me. “Eat.”


    “I’m not hungry, l…” Raidon clears his throat loudly, and I nce at him, only for him to nod at my te


    in some silent message ! couldn’t understand. Looking at Rhen, he appeared to do the same.


    “If you give me my handbag, I will just go, and I will see you at work” yet as I rose out of my seat, the


    look Thane gave me made me sit back down. He presses his lips in a line.


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    “No one leaves the table until thest person finishes eating, so eat.” He says. I looked around the


    table to see if he was joking. By the looks on their faces, this was thew in his household. My hands


    tremble as I pick up the fork, the metal rattling against the te as I try to scoop up some rice. I felt like


    throwing up as they watched me.


    Oncel put the forkful in my mouth, Raidon’s and Rhen’s shoulders rxed, and they turned their


    attention back to Thane. So do until I see him lean down beside the table. I nearly drop my fork on the


    table when he drops my bag from the storage room on the table in front of him.


    “Now, as I was saying, you will remain here, Zara. It wasn’t a question or a request,” Thane states.