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.

me, and I at her,

Omegas pheromones sit above fifty-five. The score hasn’t changed for years,” he said as he

on her face didn’t fade while

pure Omega,” Mrs. Yates beamed as

the papers back in her hands in disbelief. I agreed with him, test me again. I thought. That is not something I want

half. Her greying hair almost looked white under the bright fluorescent light and I felt the blood

Mr. Black howled and broke out in laughter. “We just hit fucking bank, baby. Do you have any idea how much we can get for her?” He

nervously. As always, Zara was ready to jump for my defense, while all I could do was stare

Alpha pack status level, meaning

through my body like wildfire,

be auctioned tomorrow. Fuck, she will bring in some money, hopefully,

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

still fought back, still voice

as his eyes flicked to her and narrowed slightly. “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

alright, girls. You’ll fetch a high price, Harlow; that means your buyer will take

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 it off,

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looked

We kept waiting for

the name popped up, dread pooled in my stomach, a pit forming

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 from my eyes, slipping down my cheeks and dripping off my chin. Zara’s lips quivered.

one survived them; none could take the Alphas knot. Not even with the serum. The other girls in the

swallowed the bile. “Maybe we can tell them no,” Zara suggested in a whisper, 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

a hefty

been auctioned off, she would have added our genes 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

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