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. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when Mr. Black strolled

her hands; his greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on the pages before a

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

floors as he wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet

as I

he tried to force 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 girls while knowing they’d end up

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

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

from my lungs. I killed her;

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

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

to

me with ice-cold tendrils

to the screen over on the

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

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

ourselves out and paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara

days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated and out

that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff with the spider in the corner spinning its

see the doctor pull my pants over my hip when the

Mr. Black screamed,

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