Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Read Alphas Possession by Jessica Hall Chapter 98 – Rhen POV

“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 my laugh 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.” he laughs.

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

Rhen?” Raidon smiles at me, waiting for

that bad?” she asks, wanting the majority ruling to say she could cook, but I want to live and not die from food

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

staring, don’t ruin it,” Raidon growls through the mind

down and peck her lips. “Let Thane cook,” I tell her, and she sighs and reluctantly nods her head. I could see she wasn’t completely trusting of him but was giving him the benefit

her. He tugs her back against him, whispering something in her ear that makes her arousal scent the air before he rushes her off

hunger. “I’m fine,” he tells Raidon. Leon had not once fed off her. He refused and has been drinking from blood bags which

nods to Raidon, who saunters off after them. Thane grabs some pots

as much by his mood,” I waited for Thane to blow up; he was sick of the trouble

on his shoulder. I had missed this, missed my mate, but he had to learn she was

groveled, begged, and earned her forgiveness over the past few days but what he did was inexcusable, just as it