Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Harlow 

My Omega test results were released last night. Over a hundred bidders joined the online action while Zara and I watched the screen as the numbers skyrocketed. I felt physically sick watching, my stomach churning wondering how this became my life. All because my genes test proved potent and the perfect match for an all-Alpha pack.

We couldn’t tell who the bidders were; the only thing we could follow was the pack names as each bidder logged into the online auction. A few of which I recognized and prayed I didn’t end up bought by.

My heart kept pounding against my ribcage until I couldn’t watch anymore, so I stared down at my pink cotton pajama shorts, picking at the lint to take my mind off my unraveling life. I just couldn’t watch Mr. Black sell me off to a future I never wanted.

My twin and I have been stuck in the Omega facility since our parents died. The facility owners groomed us to become the perfect Omegas, and now, they were auctioning me off to the highest bidding pack. This wasn’t the life I imagined or wanted. Not one I would choose for myself.

Zara loved being Omega, the attention it got her, and the never-ending praise and adoration. I wish I had shared even half of her enthusiasm and confidence.

For twins, we couldn’t be more opposite. Sure, we looked the same, aside from the scar that ran down across the bridge of her nose, under her eyes, to her ear. Yet, the horrific accident didn’t take away her beauty, and we still looked identical besides that slight difference, which was easily covered by makeup, not that she wore it much.

Although a lot of her beauty was from the way she carried herself. She oozed confidence, and she was tough yet sweet. The perfect Omega, submissive to the core and beautiful. Qualities all Alphas wanted in their Omega.

While I was standoffish and quiet and didn’t like being the center of attention, whereas Zara thrived in it.

The memory of yesterday’s events assaulted my mind, and once again, I drifted into the abyss of fear and helplessness.

*** THE DAY BEFORE, OMEGA TEST ANNOUNCEMENT***

Zara gripped my fingers and gave them a squeeze as we waited for my Omega score to come back. I hoped we both would bloom at the same time, but fate always had other plans for me. For some reason, fate liked to really test me, and testing me is literally what the Omega sanctuary did. Now I worried I would be separated from my sister, doomed to a fate I certainly didn’t want.

“They said we would stay together, Low; they won’t separate us. Omega twins are rare. You’ll see; everything will work out,” Zara whispered, nudging me with her elbow. I smiled at her sadly and nodded, praying she was right.

We sat in the foyer of the auction house, waiting before I’d be put up for auction, depending on how high my genes tests would come back. The door to a nearby office burst open, revealing an overjoyed Mrs. Yates. I had never seen the woman so ecstatic as she squealed excitedly, waving the paper above her head.

Zara and I jumped at the startling sound when the auctioneer, Mr. Black, looked up at her from where he sat in his expensive suit. “What has made you so excited, Yates?” He asked.

Yet, her eyes were wide as she stared at me. “She broke the record,” Mrs. Yates whispered, her eyes still glued to my shocked expression.

I at her, both of

No Omegas pheromones sit above fifty-five. The score hasn’t changed for years,” he said as he got up from his seat

while Mr. Black snatched the document

Omega,” Mrs. Yates beamed

hands in disbelief. I agreed with him, test me

lips nearly split her face in half. Her greying hair almost looked white under the bright fluorescent

laughter. “We just hit fucking bank, baby. Do you have any idea how much we can get for her?” He all but jumped

As always, Zara was ready to jump for my defense, while all

Alpha pack

through my body like wildfire, taking over every

much. She will be auctioned tomorrow. Fuck, she will bring in some money, hopefully, enough to save this place,”

hair from his face. The paperwork miraculously appeared in his hands, and he stared down at the score. I

are twins; you can’t separate us,” Zara still fought back, still voice despite me knowing it was

“You’re owned by the state. You live under my care, and raising Omegas costs a lot of money. She goes to auction tomorrow; never know once you bloom. Maybe whoever buys her will want a spare.” He crackled, sounding as

girls. You’ll fetch a high price, Harlow; that means your buyer will take good care of you,” Mrs. Yates tries

as Zara’s grip on my hand tightened. Sure, as if I didn’t know what she meant by saying someone would take good care of me. As good as they can after bidding on me during an auction to make a damn breeder out of me and to top

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looked up at the computer screen. My heart slumped: five

kept waiting for the pack name to appear. We had to see

my stomach, a

Obsidian Pack.

heard of, and not for good reasons. It was also an all-Alpha pack, that much I knew. I shook my head as tears brimmed and spilled

had bought six girls over the years we spent here, and not one survived them; none could take the Alphas knot. Not even with the serum. The other girls in the facility had nicknamed that

but it would do no good. We were the property of the state and had no choice in the government’s eyes. Omega’s we property because Omegas were the only way to continue

We didn’t get a say, but us even less because the state took us in and left a hefty debt to us, therefore we are auctioned off to any potential suitors. We didn’t even get

to the pool and suitors would have to compete for us and we would have had overall say. However, she was dead and the Omega sanctuary was our legal guardian

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