Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 3

 

“Mr. Bowman, she is here, but we have an issue. Mr. Keller also purchased this girl tonight when you rang about the muddle up,” Mr. Black admitted. A growl came from the intercom, and I could swear it shook the windows and I could feel his threatening aura through the phone.

“Doesn’t matter; I bought her originally. I have a claim, so give him his money back!” The other man growled, sounding equally as pissed off as his opponent.

“See, that’s the issue. If it were only the money, I could simply fix it, Mr. Bowman.”

“Then what is it?” The annoyed man snapped. Mr. Black shot me a glare over his shoulder, his lips pulling back over his teeth in a snarl and I dropped my gaze to my lap.

“I already injected her with Mr. Keller’s serum.” Mr. Black answers.

“You what?” Mr. Keller roared through the phone, making Mr. Black jump.

“So, wait, what does that mean? Fucking reverse his serum,” Mr. Bowman argued. I couldn’t understand why these men still tried to negotiate, since both of them seemed equally unhappy about the serum.

“Like fuck you will; that was the last of my serum!” Mr. Keller snarled. Okay, at that point, I took back my previous observation. The injection wasn’t the issue; the lack of serum was.

“Not my fucking problem, Keller,” Mr. Bowman snarled as I took the risk of peeking at Mr. Black. He was rubbing his temples as if he had a headache.

“Mr. Bowman, you know it can’t be reversed. If you can’t share, I’m sorry, but I have to hand her over to Mr. Keller. He marked his pack last night. His DNA is no longer pure, and that was his last serum.” Mr. Black explained. I gasped. Mr. Keller, whoever he was, his heir, was solely riding on me!

issue; not my fault

forties. You can take your pick or try them all, but I am sorry, Mr. Bowman. You have eighteen

will

remains quiet, waiting for

have the other girls,” Mr.

equally

deal,” Mr. Bowman gave in, and Mr.

money

“Yes, Alpha Keller.”

mother to pick up the girl; she will remain with her

personally remain with her to ensure no more

sure you do because your life now depends on it,” Mr. Keller warned Mr. Black

my cheeks. My sister was gone; I was sold, and fate

very next day, a woman in a flashy-looking sports car came to retrieve me. Her clothes screamed money, and her dark hair and equally dark eyes were vibrant. She wore an elegant suit and stilettos, her smile was soft, and her tone of voice was kind. Her energy I found soothing as she escorted me to the car. The moment I climbed in with my satchel that

use it as a shield. “Who marked up your face? Did that prick Black do that?” She asked, her hand reaching

over my swollen eyelid. She clicks her tongue, glaring at the place I called home for far too many

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