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

hands; his greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on the pages before a sly smirk spread

in a row! Oh, those Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered,

wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought

Y-Yates?” I stammered as I

out,” Mrs. Yates admitted,

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

scream left my lips as I collapsed on the floor. For days,

pain tore through me and stole the air from my lungs. I

everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I was sure, would tear me apart and

hovered over me, and I tried to sit up,

to celebrate,”

side, and instinctively I looked for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs. Yates clutched my face

to the screen over

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

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

we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara always intended to stay, but I knew

Mr. Black

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

to see the doctor pull my pants over

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

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