Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 18

Zara POV

It seems like the following week flew by in a blur. All four of the asshole Alpha-gang kept dumping ridiculous tasks on my shoulders, but the one I’m stuck on now is definitely topping on the goddamn cake.

Apparently, there is another package coming in tonight that is very darn important for Thane, and I’m the one who has to deliver it to their packhouse before the clock hits 7 PM. Those morons never promised to pay me for overtime hours yet gladly used every chance to make my work experience as miserable as possible.

“Here is the key you can use to lock up when you leave. The delivery will be at the loading docks behind the building,” Rhen says with a chuckle as he passes me the key. This is so unfair! I must stay behind for an hour after the workday ends.

I watch him leave with the others before I make my way down to the said loading docks. The place looks like what one would actually assume to find-down there, it’s a dimly lit area, but I still manage to find a few staff areas, a cleaning supplies closet and some storage area packed with packs of printer paper of various sizes and broken computer parts.

damn amazing working under pressure, and each timel. complete one of their ridiculous tasks successfully,

this point, I’m back to sleeping in the plaza stairwell, and the last few nights, 1 barely had any sleep. I have also reached a dangerously low level of my suppressants, which only makes matters

running out of them because Thane and Raidon have me running ragged all day long; I’m too tired to even

awol today and yesterday. The rest of them are tense and acting more out of their

me to dwell on something that is not even remotely related to what I am doing right now or any of my business. So instead, I watch the hours tick by

didn’t let me leave work and return around the time

at the silly thoughts. Of course, I know why Thane is doing this. He wants to break me and have a reason to fire me or push me out of the company by having me quit. I guess that’s the reason why he and the rest of the assholes have been doing nothing but killing me with impossible

direction of the storage locker behind me. It has a master key. For a brief moment, I contemplate skipping across the street to the smoke store, where I know they have a key cutter. I have passed by the building so many times that it’s impossible to miss the sign. Besides, the store is open for only a few more minutes, so technically, I have enough time to run

better judgment, I succumb to the temptation as I chew on my bottom lip. At least it sounds a little better than spending my nights on the stairwell at the