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.

about afterward? Harlow will need her Six–week check-up, or will Elaine handle

him. The Doctor’s brows furrowed in confusion and my head turned

he asks, glancing down at my mate’s mark on my neck. It didn’t go unmissed how the Doctor never once addressed or asked me. This was typical

go into rotation or face the consequences for her actions,” Thane says, looking at me pointedly. I

actions?” Doc asks, glancing down at me as if I am

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

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

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

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 just need to find a 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

stacked cushions and boxes on top of the chair; I got that little bit

and open it for weeks. Nothing I did worked, yet a moment

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 stomach through? My skin was tight, and my belly was

my legs, I manage to 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

and hips to brush off any remaining glass, my skin slick with the warmth of my blood. Yet my belly was unscathed. Glancing around, I could hear the mower man

exposed and spotted. And in my state, someone would definitely ring authorities who would only drag