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.

my cheek, and my heart started pounding against my ribcage.

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

Yates, two in a row! Oh, those Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us

in his flashy suit. I bet

as I

admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt

Something deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through me like a razor’s

floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I figured no news was good

my lungs. I killed her; I killed my

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

me, and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on my wrist prevented me

thousand, we need to celebrate,” Mr.

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

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

that is what she believed I cared

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

bloody early while still under the facility’s care. Two more weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara always intended to stay, but I knew I

and days slipped by. Mr. Black

that had my gaze pulled away from

pull my pants over my

Zara!” Mr. Black screamed,

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