Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Read Alphas Possession by Jessica Hall Chapter 67 – Leon POV

I was pissed that Thane had hired a new girl as a secretary. She starts tomorrow, and the thought of anyone sitting at that lesk other than Harlow irritated me.

Thane, this doesn’t feel right, having another female here. Harlow will be able o smell her on us,” Rhen tries to explain o him. Yet I had a feeling that was ‘xactly his intention. He was pissed we vere staying with her and trying to push I wedge between us. Having a new ecretary and a female one here would do xactly that. Omegas are possessive, nore so than Alphas at times.

‘I don’t care. We need a secretary,” “hane says.

Then let her work here or get Leila up here!” I snarl at him. Thanes says nothing, just ignores me, and walks off. I curse, shaking my head. When it is time to leave at the end of the day, Thane drops us back at the hotel and guilt gnaws at me as I step into the room. Which was ridiculous because I had done nothing to feel guilty about. Yet what I was most shocked about was she wasn’t in bed but in the shower. She hadn’t moved out of the small den she created in days, yet today the bed was made, and she wasn’t in it.

Rhen’s brows furrow worriedly, as do mine. We both peered over at the bathroom door, where we could hear the shower running. It cuts off, and she emerges in just a towel, looking delicious. She jumps, startled, not having heard us come in before her usual resting bitch face settles across her features.

Well, that hasn’t changed then. She clearly wasn’t talking to us still; Rhen sighs, falling on the made bed. He sniffs the pillows and his face scrunches up. I knew what he was upset about. They didn’t smell like her. It felt wrong and who opened the damn windows? I move, slamming the two of them shut.

Harlow moves about the room getting her pajamas on but not saying a word before she climbs into bed beside Rhen, who rolls and moves to encase her in his arms. She doesn’t fight him or struggle. As much as she hates us, we knew she craved her alphas, and she needed us, just like we needed her. Rhen melts against her back, burying his face in her wet hair.

I waited for him to break the news to her about the new secretary, but he didn’t, and we fell into the same routine we do every night. Silence, TV, eating, and then bed.

Climbing in beside her, I tug the blankets up before tugging her closer, and she sighs, offering me her neck like she does every night. I sink my teeth into her neck and she moans before clamping her l*ps shut, not wanting me to know the effect my bites have on her.

her blood tasting different to me, stronger. Licking my l*ps, I brushed the pad of my thumb over the bite mark,

looking at me over

tastes a

been under the weather the last couple of days. But nothing indicates she is sick. It could also just be because of stress in her bonds. Thane’s blood always

Harlow POV

to get changed before racing to the other side of the city to work. The moment I stepped in, Bree was yanking me toward the back before giving me a change of clothes. I slip on the slutty looking outfit while she

maybe because of the construction going on across the road, but I made almost $150 in tips. So at least I could catch a cab

workers wasting their lunch breaks here,” Bree laughs, waving a wad of cash in my face. I chuckle, pouring and

as I climbed into the cab. Yet the pheromones were making me feel queasy on the cab ride home. So queasy, I chucked the money at the driver and rushed out of the

Big mistake, it was covered in pheromones, making me gag, and I ran for my room. Jamming the key in the door before rushing

all the windows and air the place out and make sure I wash every bit of makeup off. Once finished, I take my clothes to the small laundromat attached to the hotel. I hand the clothes to the girl behind the counter

probably thinks I am some hooker. Once back in my room,

cab tomorrow morning. I really needed to get my handbag and wallet back so I could keep them on me. It felt weird stuffing my tips in my

it up, but he said he was already on his way here. I groan. He asks if I want or need anything, but I don’t bother replying, instead, curling up in bed. My belly rumbles hungrily, and I reach for the phone, ordering room service and ordering them the

when they do. Instinct has me sniff the air as the breeze from the open window wafts their scent to me. It smelled wrong, and before I

the bed at them. My legs wrap around Rhen, who curses as