Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 98


    Read Alphas Possession by Jessica Hall Chapter 98 – Rhen POV


    Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    “Thane, let me at least help; I’m not that bad at cooking,” I hear Harlow tell Thane as I walk into the


    foyer. Raidon gives me a look hearing them; they weren’t arguing and were in the same room together


    and not at each other’s necks. Walking into the hall, I see Thane huff and he has this pained look on


    his face, “Harlow, please let me do it. You can watch,” ‘Oh, god, please say yes,’ I thought to myself


    that woman could burn water.


    “My cooking isn’t that terrible, and you….” Thane raises an eyebrow at her, and I stifle myugh as I


    watch them quietly. Raidon and I had raced here the moment we felt her pain but seeing them now,


    Thane was taking care of her, and they seemed to be getting along “You ate the spaghetti made,” she


    huffs. He grabs her hips, setting her on the countertop.


    “A+ for effort. But you couldn’t cook to save your life; I can’t stand eating your cooking anymore. I don’t


    think my stomach can take it. But if you insist, I will suffer in silence until it kills me.” heughs.


    “Well, it wouldn’t be suffering in silence now you told me,” she says, shoving him away. Raidones


    up behind me, and they finally realize we are watching them and Harlow’s face lights up.


    “Tell him, Rhen, my cooking isn’t as horrid as he is making it out to You liked it, right?” I look between


    Thane and her, not wanting to hurt feelings, before nudging Raidon to answer for me.


    “Yeah, I like it; I don’t know what he is talking about,” Raidon says.” Right, Rhen?” Raidon smiles at me,


    waiting for my answer as Harlow’s eyes narrow looking at me expectantly, awaiting my answer.


    “Well, is it that bad?” she asks, wanting the majority ruling to say she could cook, but I want to live and


    not die from food poisoning.


    “Well, you’ll never be a chef, but it’s edible,” I tell her, and she purses her lips, and Thane rubs his


    hands up her thighs. “See?” he says. Hearing the door, I look back to see Leon wander in. He stops in


    his tracks as he spots Harlow and Thane in the kitchen, Thane standing between her legs, I could feel


    his shock, and it was evident as Leon stared at them openly.


    “Stop staring, don’t ruin it,” Raidon growls through the mind link.


    Stepping into the kitchen, Thane steps aside, and I lean down and peck her lips. “Let Thane cook,” I tell


    her, and she sighs and reluctantly nods her head. I could see she wasn’tpletely trusting of him but


    was giving him the benefit of the doubt.


    “Fine,” she says, hopping off the bench when Leon wraps his hands around her. He tugs her back


    against him, whispering something in her ear that makes her arousal scent the air before he rushes her


    off to make her shower with him.


    “Leon!” Raidon scolds, feeling his burning hunger. “I’m fine,” he tells Raidon. Leon had not once fed off


    her. He refused and has been drinking from blood bags which was beginning to get on all our nerves


    because his scent would change for a few hours afterward.


    “Go with him. He doesn’t feel right, “Thane nods to Raidon, who saunters off after them. Thane grabs


    some pots and pans out.


    “Leon had to bail Talon out again,” I tell Thane, who nods his head. “I figured as much by his mood,” I


    waited for Thane to blow up; he was sick of the trouble Talon caused Leon. We all were, but he was


    family, however, his usual i tyrant mood at such matters doesn’te as expected.


    Instead, he starts getting ingredients out. “What are you making?” I ask him, stepping behind him and


    wrapping my hands around his waist. I drop my chin on his shoulder. I had missed this, missed my


    mate, but he had to learn she was our mate too, and we wouldn’t ept his treatment of her if he


    wasn’t willing to learn from his mistakes.


    We all groveled, begged, and earned her forgiveness over the past few days but what he did was


    inexcusable, just as it was inexcusable that we let it go on so long.


    “Lasagna,” I nod and kiss the side of his neck as he pulls the meat from the packet. I press him


    against the counter. His hands hit the countertop. “Rhen, I’m cooking,” he snaps at me, and I chuckle at


    his grumpy ass. Some things never change with him. I nudge my hips against him, and he smacks my


    thigh.


    “I have nipple mps upstairs with your name on them,” he warns me, and I grip his hips, spinning him


    around. He growls at me until I press my lips against his. His growl turns to a purr, and he grips the


    back of my neck, deepening the kiss, biting my lip, and making me moan.


    “Don’t tease me, don’t ruin my good mood,” he growls at me, letting me go. “Maybe I am not teasing,” I


    tell him.


    “You want to be because I need to cook. Now go harass them, out of my kitchen,” he snaps at me,


    reaching for the tea towel, and I chuckle at him, turning away from him when he flicks it, making me


    jump at the sting of the tea towel snapping against my ass.


    “I’m going; I’m going,” I tell him, walking off. Finally, things were getting to some form of normal.


    Walking upstairs, I moved toward the main bathroom, where I could hear their voices, pushing the door


    open. I find Harlow watching them shower as she sits on the sink basin wrapped in a towel, her hair


    dampened and droplets of water running down her shoulders.