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.

heart started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?”

paper from her hands; his greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on

Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he

flashy suit. I bet it was bought

I stammered as I stared after

knot, and he tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt

tears, my eyes stung, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a

guttural scream left my lips as I collapsed on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard

stole the air from my lungs. I killed her; I killed

shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed

a hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet

need to

with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul

alright, honey; the Obsidian pack didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that would somehow make

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

know, honey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping tears

and paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara always intended to stay, but I knew I

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

jab to my ass that had my

pull my pants over my hip when

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

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