Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 83

5 Weeks Later.

My life became nothing but repetition, and I was growing extremely bored and angry with Thane’s sick and twisted games. This week, I did have an ultrasound. The Doctor had come here to the Den. That was my breaking point, and I lost all hope that Thane was going to come to his senses and let me out of here.

He told me last week, I was having an ultrasound. I was so excited to be leaving the Den; 1 was almost bouncing on my feet as I waited by the stairs for him to come to get me. Only when the door opened did I realize he was bringing the ultrasound to me.

The Doctor used a portable device, and I tried to tune out what he spoke about with Thane. No longer caring. This was not my baby; I was merely its incubator. He made that much clear.

“Have you booked her in for regular midwife appointments?” the Doctor had asked him. I pretended not to listen, instead staring at the screen full of moving limbs. A stupid smile on my face as I watched my growing bump from a new angle. One that made the movement inside of me more real.

“No, she will be birthing at home; Raidon’s parents will help with the delivery.” Thane told him, and my head turned to look at him.

He expected me to give birth in the Den? And beside a woman who hated me just as much as he does? What about pain relief, or what if something goes wrong?

“Oh, well, she is in competent hands then. Do you want to know the gender?” he asks Thane, and he nods his head. The Doctor moves the device around, pressing harder and making me want to pee before he declares. “It’s a Girl,” Doc tells him, beaming happily. Thane huffs excitedly, and I don’t miss the ghost of a smile on his lips. However, I am surprised he was excited because it is a girl. Most Alphas want boys to carry on the name.

since you have her birth plan sorted, what about afterward? Harlow will need her Six–week check-up, or will Elaine handle that

not, the rotation facility may handle it,” Thane tells him. The Doctor’s brows furrowed in

my mate’s mark on my neck. It didn’t go unmissed how the Doctor never once addressed or asked me. This was typical with Omegas;

and she can either go into rotation or face the consequences for her actions,” Thane says, looking

glancing down at me

concern, Doc. Pack business, I am free to do as I please with my Omega,” Thane says while I just blink at how insensitive he was being. I am the mother of his child, and those were

came with them being at work. I spent the vast majority of the day sleeping. Yet when I woke up after lunch to the sound of the door opening, I sat up. Walking to the stairs, I find my

needed more than what he was feeding me and a larger variety of foods. Yet I couldn’t be bothered climbing the stairs to eat the bland, tasteless crap he served me today. I would lose my mind if I had to eat one more damn apple. Any fruit other than apples, I was sick

over to the window, I tried to peek out it. I tried in vain to open it after dragging a chair over to it. With one last heave, I growl, become angry, and punch it. To my astonishment, it broke. I stare at my bleeding hand for a second before looking at the fractured glass. Adrenaline pumps through me at the thought of escape, and I punch it again. I don’t even feel it when

way to climb up high enough to try to squeeze through it. It would be a tight fit, extremely tight, and I hoped I didn’t get stuck. I definitely wasn’t coming out unscathed, but my freedom was right on the other side of the

was one thing, but having the strength to lift myself through it was impossible. With blood dripping everywhere, I stacked cushions and boxes on top of the chair; I got that little bit closer until finally, I was daring enough to try to climb up on it. I

yet a moment of pure frustration

to turn my head sideways to fit it through the tight gap. Gripping the sides of the window frame, I pull myself through. The glass dug into my hands as I tried to heave my body through. I hiss in pain as glass shards stuck in the frame slice through my back. Yet as I hung from the window, my head, arms, and chest outside in the cool afternoon breeze, I had another issue: how do I get my

twist on my side and grip the top of the tiny window frame; glass tears through my sides and hip. As I force myself through the window, I peer down, ensuring

to brush off any remaining glass, my skin slick with the warmth

too exposed and spotted. And in my state, someone would definitely ring authorities