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.

started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered

greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on the pages

Oh, those Obsidians will jump on this one too.

Mr. Black’s 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

Y-Yates?” I stammered as I stared after

it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself, of how they kept selling off

Something deep inside

on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I figured no news

my lungs. I killed her; I killed

me before a pinch in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain,

Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on my wrist prevented me from

we need to celebrate,”

with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs. Yates

to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that

thought I cared about? My sister is dead, and that is what she believed

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

facility’s care. Two more weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid

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

ceiling when I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff

pull my pants over my hip when the door

she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting

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