Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 80


    Harlow POV


    I had been down here now for a week. I was going stir-crazy. There was no TV down here, no window


    low enough for me to look out of, only the bed and the bathroom. A few storage boxes at the far back, I


    had rummaged through them and only managed to find some paperwork and a red pen along with an


    oldmp shade.


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    On day two, I tried the windows, yet I couldn’t get them to unlock. I thought about smashing them but


    knew they would hear and I wasn’t sure punching it was a good idea. I would probably only end up


    hurting myself. So instead, I did what I did every day,


    showered and slept.


    Ate when I would hear the door open up before Thane or the housekeeper would set food on the top


    step. I tried waiting by the door a couple of times, but the times were so . random that I would end up


    with a sore back and have to leave the steps. Only to miss the brief chance I had each day. It made me


    wonder if there was a hidden camera on the stairs I couldn’t see.


    Sometimeter, I would guess around lunchtime; I heard the door open before I heard my food be set


    on the step and Thane’s scent wasted to me. My belly rumbled hungrily, and I forced myself up before


    stopping by the documents I found and had been doodling on. ncing at the steps, I wondered if he


    was in the kitchen still. Retrieving my red pen that was running out of ink, I scribbled on a piece of


    paper. Can I have a TV?


    | nced at my handwriting before climbing the steps to retrieve the sandwich left there. It was the


    same thing every day, and I was getting sick of eating ham and tomato sandwiches for lunch. Sick of


    eating soup and bread for dinner. Mostly I hated the porridge of a morning that I always tipped down


    the toilet. I couldn’t stand the smell of it.


    Climbing the steps, I look at the gap beneath the door and slide paper through, pinched between my


    fingers. I wiggle it, hoping someone is in the kitchen and sees it. A few secondster, it was plucked


    from my fingers, and I gasped excitedly that someone was there. A few secondster, it was slid back


    under the door.


    “No!” Thane snaps at me from the other side of the door, and my stomach sinks. It was so quiet down


    here, lonely. Fighting back the tears, I use the pen to write something else.


    A book?


    I slid the paper under the door again, and it didn’t take long before it was plucked from my fingers. Only


    I get no answer this time. Instead, I get the front page of the daily newspaper pushed under the door. I


    stare at it. Emotion chokes me that he would deny something so minuscule. What does it matter if I


    read? Yet I had one page of a newspaper that was taken up mainly by a ck and white photo.


    I try to peer under the door’s gap, thinking maybe the rest just didn’t fit through, but all | see is only the


    tiles that lead into the kitchen. With a sigh, I grab my sandwich and walk back down the stairs with my


    half a page of reading material.


    He could have at least given me theic section or maybe a horoscope page. Instead, I got some


    crap on a new building development that was being built across the other side of the city, yet the page


    ended before I could find out the juicy details of where exactly. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like I would


    ever get to check it out anyway.


    As the day passed, I slipped deeper into my head, deeper into the depression that came with it. Only


    the door’s opening and footsteps on the stairs made me shoot upright from inside the Den.


    Thane walked down the stairs with a tray in his hand. I stood up to convince him to let me upstairs. Yet


    the moment I climb out of the Den, hemands me.


    “Remain where you are until I leave,” he orders as he sets down the tray on the tiny table that I found


    was attached to the floor. I know because I tried to move it closer to a window. Themand washes


    over me, making every muscle tense and freezing me on the spot.


    Once he sets the tray down, I hear more footsteps on the stairs. I nce up to see Rhen ring at me


    while carrying a load of washing. He sets it on the counter beside the washing machine and loads it in.


    Neither of them said anything to me, which kind of bugged me. A conversation with someone other


    than the bizarre inner monologue running in my head would be nice.


    Once they have loaded the washing machine, they both leave, and I feel hismand go with him.


    However, I find when I make my way over to the tray; that it has two books on it.


    I picked both up, looking at them. Was he just being cruel? Was he taunting me, knowing it would be


    pointless to read these. Both of them were pregnancy books and what to expect after the baby is born.


    But by Thane’s ims, I would never get to hold it, so what use were these to me if not to taunt me?


    Setting them down, I looked in the bowl. My soup was almost cold, and I begrudgingly


    mopped every bit up with a piece of bread. When I am done, I once again shower.


    I hope they run out of hot water upstairs with all my showering, or his water bill is high. Fuck him. Once


    I hopped out though I was once again bored with nothing to do, I moved toward the small table and


    picked up the books ncing over them.


    Reading over the back of one of the books, the washing machine does its little jingle, telling me the


    load was finished. I suppose it was something to do. Boredom would be the death of me if I didn’t die


    by Thane’s hand first.


    So I take the washing out and dump it in the dryer. Maybe if I help, he will get me different books or


    maybe give me the TV I asked for. Even prisoners are allowed a TV in jail, it’s not like I asked for


    anything to extravagant.