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

eyes took in the numbers printed on the

too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us could utter

shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered off in his flashy suit.

stammered as I stared

bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she

suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through me like a razor’s

as I collapsed on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I

from my lungs. I killed her; I killed my twin. She died because

remember little besides the wailing howls that left me before a pinch in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the

I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs

need to celebrate,”

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

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

that is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down my cheeks and

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

could’ve signed ourselves out and

my body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black

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

to see the doctor pull my pants over my

jab her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed,

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