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, both of us confused out of our

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

fade while Mr. Black

Yates beamed as

in her hands in disbelief. I agreed with him, test

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

hit fucking bank, baby. Do you have any idea how much we can get

said we would be auctioned together,” Zara intervened, while glancing at me  nervously. As always, Zara was ready to jump for my defense, while all I

Alpha pack status level, meaning

like wildfire, taking over

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

his hands, and he stared down at the score. I could almost see the dollar signs cha-chinging in

still fought back, still voice despite me knowing

of money. She goes to auction tomorrow; never know once you bloom. Maybe whoever buys her will want a spare.” He crackled, sounding as evil as never, and wandered

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

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

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me out of the nightmare memory, and I instantly looked up at the computer

shocked as I. We kept waiting for

popped up, dread pooled in my stomach, a pit

Obsidian Pack.

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

do no good. We were the property of the state and had no choice in the

us in and left a

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

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