Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 81


    Two weeks Later.


    Thane and Rhen woulde down at


    dinner time every two days and chuck their washing in the washing machine. Thane would always


    command me not to move until they both left but other than that one sentence, I was never granted


    more in the way of conversation. I was beginning to forget what my own voice sounded like.


    Yet every two days, I get to dry and fold it. It is incredible how such a silly


    task would be the highlight of my day those days. It was something to cure the boredom, if only m


    omentarily.


    Yet today, when Thane came back down to retrieve it, I peered over the side of my Den. I didn‘t bother


    moving, knowing he wouldmand me to remain still if I did. It seemed pointless and was just unnec


    essary pain.


    He moved toward the basket of folded clothes tucking it under his


    arm. Only when he turns around, he doesn‘t head for the stairs. He stops at the edge of the Den.


    I stared at him, wondering what he wanted, when he reached into his jacket pocket. He then


    tosses something on the cushioned floor. I stared at it, not daring to move toward it in case it was some


    sort of trick.


    “Rhen linked it to


    his card,” is all he says before he walks off and up the stairs. I only move to retrieve the device when


    I hear the door shut and lock in ce–a kindle. I stared at the device, and tears pricked my eyes. I was


    crying over the stupid device; I couldn‘t even tell you


    if they were happy or sad tears. I was just crying for something so stupid. So basic. It wasn‘t a TV, but it


    was something. I always loved reading, but one, I could never really afford books, two, they were a bitc


    h to carry while on the run.


    Raidon POV


    Leon needed blood, he had gone two weeks with only feeding on us, and his hunger was burning out of


    control. I already checked with my mother, who said while not ideal, it wouldn‘t hurt our baby to feed on


    her, though it would weaken her physically because were–


    babies weren‘t like human babies, they were more durable, yet the mother wasn‘t.


    Omegas, especially since she was carrying an Alpha baby, it would be more draining on her, the baby g


    rowing far bigger than most in


    the short time werewolf pregnancy‘sst. Werewolf pregnancy onlysts 16 weeks, and Harlow should


    roughly be six weeks along now, so any day now, she would begin to show.


    “Who is the extra te for?” Thane asks, pointing to the dinner te on the bench. This is why I insiste


    d on cooking tonight. Thane rarely lets someone in the


    kitchen to cook dinner. He likes cooking. So I am not shocked he was instantly suspicious when I asked


    him.


    “It‘s for Harlow,” Thane taps the bowl he just prepared full of minestrone soup, I kept trying to tell him s


    he needed more than


    that, but for some reason, he was using food as a punishment since he couldn‘t punish her the


    way he does us.


    “I am taking Leon down there. He needs blood,” I tell him.


    “No! What if he loses control and kills her?”


    “What if he does lose control, Thane, and goes down


    there while we are sleeping and kills her?” I argue. She


    isn’t human, and we have more blood pumping in our systems than a human, and my mother would ne


    ver risk her grandchild if she thought it would kill Harlow or the baby. Thane thinks for a second before


    he sighs.


    “And your mother said it is okay?” I nod; he just couldn‘t feed off her too long. And Harlow would feel w


    eak and dizzy from it.


    Thane presses his lips in a line. “Once a week and no more than that, Leon,” Thane tells him.


    Leon nodded, and it was like watching someone


    go through drug withdrawals. For a week, he was okay with just our blood, then he started to get antsy,


    but now he is irritable, erratic, and constantly needs to feed on us.


    “I mean it, Leon, you can‘t be feeding on her every day like you were


    before,” Thane warns him. But I had another question that no one had addressed yet. What are we goi


    ng to do with Leon if Thane kills her? Also, the baby? A


    baby needs its mother. And I honestly don‘t believe I could rip it out of her arms.


    “Go before I change my mind,” Thane snaps at us, and I snatch the te of food off the bench and hea


    d for the Den.


    Walking down the steps, the room is awfully silent, depressingly so, but damn, was her


    scent potent locked in


    here. Leon growls behind me, and as I get halfway down, I find her sitting amongst the cushions with th


    e Kindle Rhen gave her in her hands. She lifts her head before her eyes widen as she gets to her feet.


    Only when she does, do I feel Thane’s oppressive aura directly behind me.


    “Remain where


    you are,” he orders her, and I nce over my shoulder and re at him as he follows us down the step


    s; I was hoping to ask if she was okay, to speak with her just


    so I could hear her voice again. With Thane behind me though, I knew that wouldn‘t be happening


    She watches us approach, and Thane takes the te


    from me, setting it on the table along with the bowl of soup. If he is giving her a


    choice, surely she would pick the steak and vegetables over the same soup he fed her every damn nigh


    Yet when Leon jumps into the Den, the


    little excitement she had dies instantly when she recognizes why we are down here. If I could, I would sl


    here, yet Thane‘s punishmentstely have been brutal when we have attempted to sneak down or try to


    He evenmanded us not to use the open mindlink and also banned us


    from mind linking her. Rhen hardly came out of his room, barely


    spoke to us, just sat in his room stewing in his anger and sadness. He stoppeding to work a week a


    She opens her mouth, but no soundes out, realizing she couldn‘t even beg; her


    shoulders drop as she falls on her butt. Leon tries to speak to her and coax her to


    look at him, but she refuses, just offers him her neck and stares at the bathroom door.


    She knows we aren‘t here to free her but use


    her. And that made my stomach sink. Leon stares at her for a few seconds


    before he rises to his feet. I look at him and watch as he climbs out of the Den.


    “Leon?” I ask him, but he shakes his head, climbing the stairs two at a time.


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    “I‘m not feeding on her when she doesn‘t want me to,” he snaps at us before I hear the door


    m. Harlow stares after him, but it is Thane that breaks the silence.


    “Next time you won‘t refuse him unless you want me to hire


    a fucking Omega feeder for him?” Thane snarls at her before storming out. A whimper escapes her, and


    “Shh, I made you


    dinner,” I told her, hoping she would reply. She can speak if spoken to. She can say yes and no. Maybe


    andying on her side.