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.

have her birth plan sorted, what about afterward? Harlow will need her Six–week

yet. If not, the rotation facility may handle it,” Thane tells him. The Doctor’s

unmissed how the Doctor never once addressed

rejecting her, and she can either go into rotation or face the consequences for her actions,” Thane says, looking at me pointedly. I suddenly didn’t know which option was

down at me as

while I just blink at how insensitive he was being. I am the mother of his child, and those were the only two options

away, my arms wrapping instinctively around my belly. I had listened to them arguing and fighting all week. Rhen and Thane fought constantly. I listened to their footsteps above me. And now I listened to that breaking silence that 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

the same things daily. Raidon, I knew, convinced him I 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

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

be a tight fit, extremely tight, and I hoped I didn’t get stuck. I definitely wasn’t coming out unscathed, but my

around, I found whatever I could to make myself as high as possible; hitting the window 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 was still shocked that I had broken

smash, break, and open it for weeks. Nothing I did worked, yet a moment of pure frustration did. Maybe the window felt sorry for me and

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

tiny window frame; glass tears through my sides

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

run down the long driveway; I would be too exposed and spotted. And in my