Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 20

Thane POV

“I am guessing she wasn’t there again?” I asked Raidon as he walked in, finally getting home. All week, Raidon had taken Leon to the strip club looking for the Omega. I fucking knew this would become an issue from the first night he fed on her.

“Yep, we waited until we spotted the manager. She didn’t know who we were talking about, so she must be the new night fill manager to fill in for Bree. I hadn’t seen her before,” Raidon answers as Leon shoves past him. I tried to grab him, but he slapped my hands away.

Leon stormed past and went down to our den, no doubt looking through the blood bags, though he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. Most of them were either our blood or donated blood from the blood banks, which do not stock Omega blood, given it is so addictive to vampires.

However, I could probably source some by making a few calls, though it was fucking pricey, which was half the reason we searched for an Omega, not wanting to chuck him into rehab in the first place. Though another stint looked to be on the cards at this rate. Great, the media would have a fucking field day, just what we needed.

no help since he was out of town. And Bree was unreachable

of ordering him to. He was ravenous, and I had to keep him home from work for the past two days. One sip of Omega blood

now!” I ordered. I hated ordering them, hated taking their free will, but even Rhen had suggested it on the way

back from our basement den. The last time I had been down was when we built the Den for Harlow, and I hadn’t been back there

complete with Harlow, but she had to go kill my mother and get herself killed in those damn woods. There was no way

found her, I probably would have killed her for what she did to my mother. My mother didn’t deserve that. She was so excited when she found out we found an Omega, and so were both

out of the basement, his clothes all wrinkled and he is a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, showing no white left. His fangs hadn’t retracted in two days, and he was turning crazed. Another reason I couldn’t let him be at work. With Zara there, it was too risky. If he fed on her, she could

with only twenty minutes spare, knowing by bus or taxi it would take her at least thirty-five minutes to get here. Well, at least now I had reason to fire her. I smiled at the thought

and growls, not liking the way we caged him in, and he almost appears rabid. I knew he didn’t want our blood, but it was better than him starving because he had been craving her all week. He also

I growled at him, chucking the total weight of

him, and he wanders to the front door to see who is on the screen. “Who is it?” I call