Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 22

There is nothing I want to hear from those men, and I have no desire to listen to what they have to say. All of them blame me for what happened, and they are angry about my presence as much as they blame me for what happened. It’s not as if I ever asked to be dragged down here or inside their mansion.

Maybe if Thane and his gang of mates weren’t such absolute assholes and didn’t come up with all those stupid tasks for me to do, I would be happy and asleep in the storage closet. In that case, none of this would have happened, and they wouldn’t have to deal with the weight of the situation. And, of course, I wouldn’t be trapped in their mansion, covered in my blood, simply because Leon is too weak to hold himself together and not suck dry every person who walks up their stupid driveway. My life is a mess.

I turn on the shower and slowly slip off my ruined, blood-soaked clothes. Initially, I planned to have a hot shower since that’s as much as I deserve after what Leon did to me, but it’s not enough, so I turned the faucet to boiling. My skin turns red and probably burns some places, but I don’t care because once I step out of the shower, I feel as clean as I haven’t in ages.

By now, the loud arguments have stopped, and every movement I make in the bathroom sounds extra loud. I let out a shaky breath, reach for the clothes and carefully slip them on, doing my best to avoid ripping the fabric. I won’t pay those assholes for clothes I wouldn’t need if it weren’t for their beloved mate. As I glance in the mirror, I almost smile at my reflection because these clothes aren’t too big for me. It’s hard to find something that fits, yet they do like a glove. Which I find quite impressive. For someone.my size I was not built like most girls of my short height. I had more junk in the trunk and was top heavy, usually buying stuff that was either too long or a few sizes too big so I could squeeze my assets in. Yet these fit as if they were made for me.

I can’t help but wonder who’s the actual owner of the clothes they leant me because I can’t see the elderly maid wearing skinny leg jeans and a low-cut top.

I slip on my shoes and then pull the hoodie over my head. Every article of clothing from the woman has a brand name tag, making me wonder if they have a girlfriend. That could explain the clothes and why they were so upset, Leon had fed on me. The rest of them couldn’t possibly allow Leon to feed on anyone but their girlfriend, right?

Oddly enough, those thoughts also make tears prick in the corners of my eyes.

stupid Omega instincts kicking in. The

pull it out. As I

other choice but to cut back the dosage, I take two pills. I can’t afford to take more, especially now. Soon, very darn soon, I need to find some time

bottle of pills. Making that money in a strip club by saving up tips would take ages, so I

palm fills up and bring it to my lips to swallow down some water with the pills. Once I am finished with that, I stare back at my

eyes focus on the lady’s clothes that I am wearing. I pick at the hoodie and frown. It should have been me; I was supposed to be their Omega, but all of them hate me for crimes I never

about another thing I am getting dangerously low on, and I don’t want to

towards the door. My hand lands on the handle before am ready to leave, but I remind myself it’s too late to step back, so I suck in

finally do, I stick my head out in the hall and Thane’s loud, angered voice echoes off the hallway walls even before I step out of the bathroom. “I’m in the living room, Omega. Get here, now!” A wave of sharp pain ripples through me at his order. I hate it when Alphas do this to Omegas to show off their power

truly is magnificent and scary at the same time. It’s so potent that I don’t have to be in front of him to feel the power of

the wall above the stunning fireplace. The room has a huge L-shaped couch and a few armchairs scattered around it. The room is twice the size of my old,

flames illuminate his face, making Thane look much more dangerous and menacing than he usually appears to

motions with his fingers for me to come closer. I swallow down the bile that rises up my throat as my