Alphas Possession
Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 2

Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 2

Chapter 2

FOUR DAYS LATER Harlow So far, there has been no news or a single word from my sister, and I’mout of descenter and had used the last of my spray last night. Mrs. Yates was nervous when she pickedme up from my room. She hardly spoke to me, and was tense as we walked to the auction house. I didmy make-up the same way my sister occasionally did hers. “You never know; your test scores could beas high as your sisters’,” she chimed happily as we reached the doors leading in. ‘Oh, they will be high,alright, because I am the sister.’ I thought dryly. “Have you heard anything from Harlow?” I asked,curiosity lacing my voice. Mrs. Yates became even more nervous, but she remained silent and gave aswift shake of her head. After they ran their tests and took blood, I waited in the same foyer of theauction house. Sat in the same hard blue chairs, only this time Zara wasn’t with me holding my hand,this time I was completely alone. Yet when Mrs. Yates came in, overly excited and bubbly, confusioncrossed my features surely I didn’t test even higher. I tried to be upbeat as I knew Zara wouldbe. “What’s the verdict?” I asked, pretending to be excited. “Perfect, eighty-seven percent, just likeHarlow,” she announced, though I didn’t miss the way her lip quivered at mentioning my name. A tearslid down my cheek, and my heart started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whisperedwhen Mr. Black strolled into the foyer. He snatched the paper from her hands; his greedy eyes took inthe numbers printed on the pages before a sly smirk spread across his lips. “Splendid! Marvelous!Unbelievable! The luck, Mrs. Yates, two in a row! Oh, those Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’lllaunch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us could utter a word or object. I justsat and stared after him. Mr. Black’s shiny black shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered offin his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got from the previous action. The money thatmight have cost my sister’s life. “Mrs. Y-Yates?” I stammered as I stared after him. “Harlow didn’t makeit, Zara. I’m so sorry. She couldn’t take his knot, and he tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yatesadmitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself, of how they kept selling off girlswhile knowing they’d end up dead. I blinked back tears, my eyes stung, and I suddenly couldn’tbreathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through me like a

razor’s edge. A deep, guttural scream left my lips as I collapsed on the floor. For days, I wondered, yetheard nothing. I figured no news was good news. A wave of pain tore through me and stole the air frommy lungs. I killed her; I killed my twin. She died because of me. I remember little besides the wailinghowls that left me before a pinch in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and Iwelcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I was sure, would tear me apart and leave nothingbehind but fractured sharp pieces. Coming too, I was in a hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me,and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on my wrist prevented me from moving. “750 thousand, we needto celebrate,” Mr. Black hollered. My head rolled to the side, and instinctively I looked for Zara before itdawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs. Yatesclutched my face in her hands. “It’s alright, honey; the Obsidian pack didn’t win this time. Nightbanedid. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that would somehow make mefeel better. That’s what she thought I cared about? My sister is dead, and that is what she believed Icared for? Tears streamed down my cheeks and I shook my head. “I know, honey, I’m sorry, I’m sorryabout Harlow,” she whispered, wiping tears from my cheeks. She barely lived. We weren’t eveneighteen yet; we still had two weeks. I bloomed bloody early while still under the facility’s care. Twomore weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the debt and found our own packs!Zara always intended to stay, but I knew I could talk her into leaving, yet instead, I did this to her. Ikilled her! Sobs wracked my body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated and out of it. Istared at the ceiling when I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff withthe spider in the corner spinning its web. I glanced down to see the doctor pull my pants over my hipwhen the door burst open. “Don’t jab her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting through thedoors. “What?” The doctor’s voice trembled. Mr. Black grabbed him by his shoulders and startedshaking the poor man, snarling like a maniac, “Tell me you didn’t jab her already!” The confused doctorfrantically looked between the raging man holding him and me. I glanced at Mr. Black, wondering if Ihad ever seen him so furious. He growled, and I tried to sit up, yet my wrists were bound to the bed, somy body was jerked back. The moment my back hit the mattress, his hand connected with mycheek. My head twisted to the side and collided with the wall, my teeth gnashed together, and the

copper taste of blood filled my mouth when I bit my tongue. “She isn’t Zara; she is fucking Harlow.Autopsy reports just came back; there was a scar on her face,” Mr. Black snarled, walking over to thesink basin and wetting a cloth. He strode back, and I flinched away from him, but he grabbed my hairand viciously wiped my face. Once he was done and my face was make-up free, he growled evenlouder. “You have no idea what you did; now I have to try to clean up this mess!” He screamed at thetop of his lungs before slapping me again. A yelp escaped me as I tried to bring my hands up to protectmy face, yet he didn’t stop assaulting me. I pulled my knees up, tucked my face between them, andwaited for Mr. Black to stop. When he finally stopped, my scalp ached from him yanking my hair out,my body was bruised, and my lip bled. The doctor ran out of the room, escaping Mr. Black’s wrath. Myassaulter hit the intercom and dialed two sets of numbers into it. “Mr. Black, you better tell me you havethe girl I bought,” a deep baritone voice came through the speaker. “Who the fuck is that?” Anothervoice joined the conversation, but this one was even more profound, way angrier. The men argued untilMr. Black finally broke his silence. “Gentlemen, there has been a mix-up.” “Where is my Omega? Thisskank hadn’t even bloomed. How the fuck is it even possible for such a fuck up?” The first man roared.