Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 49  

I dressed quickly in the clothes set out on the sink before making my way to the door. I peered out, finding the den empty. There were no windows down here, and I knew that there was no escape from his wrath when I climbed those steps to the door. Dread pooled low in my stomach as my feet silently moved across the floor, only to creak as I set my weight on the first step. The sound was loud in the quiet room, and I suddenly didn’t want to leave the minimal safety it offered. 

Yet I knew if I didn’t go up there, chances were Thane would rip me out of his den and house by my hair. Sucking in a breath, I twist the handle and open the door to the smell of Chinese food filling the air. My belly growls hungrily, but I ignore it, calculating my chances of running to the door without them noticing, which means running past the dining room. 

Recognizing how stupid that thought was, I closed the door and moved toward the dining room. Better to get it over with. Just rip the bandaid off, as they say. I wondered briefly how long it would take to walk into the city or to Tal’s to see if I could maybe work. 

As I walked into the dining room, they sat at the dining table talking. While Thane watched them. Leon was beaming happily about something, while Thane’s glare was murderous when his gaze turned to me. 

everyone. That was fine by me. It meant I was closer to the front door if I had to get up and run from here. Quick escape. Yet his words had them all turn their attention in my direction. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest as I sat at the end. All of them had

wink at me. My brows furrow knowing Thane could see his strange gesture. I fiddle with my fingers under the table, wondering what is going on when they all start eating and chatting. Yet Thane hardly spoke, just sat at the other end observing his mates while I pushed food around on my plate. My appetite suddenly went away as I waited for the other shoe to drop and his rage to be unleashed. The man was impenetrable. His rage I

and I wanted to run. I found this version of him worse because I didn’t know what to expect next. His rage, I

glass before sitting back down. I can’t even remember the last time I ate at an actual

my foot was asleep, yet still, they sat. My food was cold when finally Thane spoke, and

have the den and can carpool with us to work

my apartment is fine,” I

says, and I chew on my lip,

me. I detest liars. I know you’re homeless, Zara,” Thane says, setting the wineglass down. He looks at my plate