Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 42

Rhen POV

I wasn’t sure what bothered me most as I went to fetch her some water, the fact she trod on my balls or that she tried to sneak off like a one-night stand while we were sleeping. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed some bottles of water, knowing I probably should have restocked the bar fridge down there earlier before making my way to the linen cupboard and grabbing some fresh towels. Tania also brought some discenting soap, which wouldn’t abate her heat but might help me think a little clearer if she didn’t smell like my own personal lusting sin.

I grabbed the bag from the counter with all the supplies she bought when I feel the mind link, and Thane’s voice flitted through my head.

“You’re awake?” he states. I roll my eyes. Of course, he felt me wake up, he always does. Nothing escapes that man when it comes to us.

“Where is Zara?” he asks.

“In the den,” I answer warily. He wasn’t going to make me kick her out, was he? That thought bothered me more than it should. She wouldn’t be safe out there. Her heat may have abated for now, but it will return. We gave her suppressants, but that wouldn’t stop the heat while in it. Just give her some reprieve until her cycle ends, which could take days.

or the other alternative was to fuck her and knot her, neither Raidon nor I were comfortable with that, even with Thane saying we could. It felt wrong. Mates are a pack, and she wasn’t part of our pack, and Thane had no intentions of making her pack or joining us. Therefore we would fight the urge

there and let me know when her heat finishes, and I

“You’re not returning?”

but while she is lucid, see what you can find out about her,” Thane tells me before cutting the link before I could question

to believe we would be unfaithful. Sure, we all played around from time to

kept them. It wasn’t like she was coming back. I shake my head before turning back to the basement door. As I walk down the stairs, the door swings shut behind me, and I notice Zara sitting on the

as another violent wave of heat coursed through her. Yet she wasn’t crazed with the suppressant keeping her

notice her face is flushed,

brows furrow at my question, and she nods, her eyes going to the bottled water in my arms. Walking over to her,

everything down beside her, I twist the cap before helping her hold it to her lips.

She gasps, sucking in a breath when I pull it back, realizing she is going to choke herself. She was gulping it that fast, having drained half the bottle

them. Their skin contact will