Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 13

Now that Tal puts it like that and directs me closer to his perspective, I have to admit that he has a point. A good one, at that. Vampires are far more dangerous than werewolves. While wolf shifters are angry and capable of ripping anyone to shreds, which is scary, vampires are unpredictable- no one knows how, what, or when they would lose control, so the aspect of surprise makes them worse than shifters.

“Now, hurry, unless you want your bosses to see those marks on your neck and start asking questions,” Tal mutters and offers me his wrist again.

I sigh and give in. Tal is right. The last thing I need is for my bosses to think I’m a feeder on top of everything else they already hate me for. It’s bad enough they already think so little of me. There’s no need to add extra fuel to the flame of their disgust. I don’t want them to think they hired someone who’s an addicted feeder. I’m not one and won’t let them belittle me like that.

“I already called a cab for you so you can get home. And don’t worry, the cost is covered already,” Tal speaks as his eyes inspect my neck, probably to ensure it has healed completely. Once he’s content enough, Tal nods, turns on his heel, and walks away.

I wait for another minute before heading downstairs to the staff area and quickly changing my clothes. Tapping the pockets, 1 check if the money is there and rush outside to meet the cab.

The cab driver is an older, pleasant gentleman who looks like someone who has experienced some hardships in life, so I don’t feel ashamed of my situation when I ask him to take me to a seedy motel near where I work.

I can’t go to a nice motel or hotel, not only because I can’t afford one, but mainly because I can’t hand them an ID since I don’t have one. Okay, maybe I do, but that’s not even a real one- it’s just a shitty ID of my sisters that I paid the firm I used to work for to dodge up for me.

They added a dodgy last name, too, which is as much of a blessing as it is a curse.

the bosses to actually know who you are,

to work for, and I truly believe it has to be a cover for something more sinister they do behind the scenes. I don’t want to know what it is because I didn’t want to be a part of their shady business or find myself caught up in it. Though with the amount of foot traffic that went through the place, I

I never questioned anyone; I’m just relieved that they let me work there

If she had done that, she would have noticed that the social security number

my only ID, yet it’s so terribly fake that even a fool would notice it’s nowhere near the real

just didn’t seem to care about it either or knew I was no danger to her. Most of them really don’t care about such things, but from what

of thought before I start another round of vicious overthinking and walk into the shady motel. The place stinks. No, it reeks of something disgusting and

the girl behind the counter who wore heavy eye makeup, and her foundation was far too light for her skin tone. She watches me as she checks every bill holding it up to the light, inspecting it as if she thought it was counterfeit, and then tosses a key attached to

chews her chewing gum and blows a bubble. She still stares at me with suspicion as the bubble she blows pops, and I try to understand which number is written on

me and groans, obviously annoyed. “Upstairs, third door on the right,” she mutters out the directions with

case. It’s the shitty, faded handwritten number that I tried

unnecessary confrontations, I press my lips in a thin line and

I walk away to find my

is better than the streets. Besides, it’s not only a bed I get here; I also have enough money to buy some decent food. For once in a long time, I don’t have to settle on dry pot foods and

took five minutes to find the right door to the room I was renting