Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 2

 

FOUR DAYS LATER

Harlow

So far, there has been no news or a single word from my sister, and I’m out of descenter and had used the last of my spray last night.

Mrs. Yates was nervous when she picked me up from my room. She hardly spoke to me, and was tense as we walked to the auction house. I did my make-up the same way my sister occasionally did hers.

“You never know; your test scores could be as high as your sisters’,” she chimed happily as we reached the doors leading in.

‘Oh, they will be high, alright, because I am the sister.’ I thought dryly.

“Have you heard anything from Harlow?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.

Mrs. Yates became even more nervous, but she remained silent and gave a swift shake of her head.

After they ran their tests and took blood, I waited in the same foyer of the auction house. Sat in the same hard blue chairs, only this time Zara wasn’t with me holding my hand, this time I was completely alone.

Yet when Mrs. Yates came in, overly excited and bubbly, confusion crossed my features surely I didn’t test even higher. I tried to be upbeat as I knew Zara would be.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked, pretending to be excited.

“Perfect, eighty-seven percent, just like Harlow,” she announced, though I didn’t miss the way her lip quivered at mentioning my name.

cheek, and my heart started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when Mr. Black strolled into

the numbers printed on

one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed

shiny black shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got from

as

tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself, of

inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces,

as I collapsed on the floor. For days, I

and stole the air from my

everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop

over me, and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on

thousand, we need to

I looked for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul

didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s

is dead, and that is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed

honey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry about Harlow,”

we still had two weeks. I bloomed bloody early while still under the facility’s care. Two more weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off

body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated and out of

stared at the ceiling when I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff with the spider in the

my pants over my hip when the door burst

her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr.

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