Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Read Alphas Possession by Jessica Hall Chapter 80 – Harlow POV

A Week Later

I had been down here now for a week. I was going stir-crazy. There was no TV down here, no window low enough for me to look out of, only the bed and the bathroom. A few storage boxes at the far back, I had rummaged through them and only managed to find some paperwork and a red pen along with an old lamp shade.

On day two, I tried the windows, yet I couldn’t get them to unlock. I thought about smashing them but knew they would hear and I wasn’t sure punching it was a good idea. I would probably only end up hurting myself. So instead, I did what I did every day, showered and slept.

Ate when I would hear the door open up before Thane or the housekeeper would set food on the top step. I tried waiting by the door a couple of times, but the times were so random that I would end up with a sore back and have to leave the steps. Only to miss the brief chance I had each day. It made me wonder if there was a hidden camera on the stairs I couldn’t see.

Sometime later, I would guess around lunchtime; I heard the door open before I heard my food be set on the step and Thane’s scent wafted to me. My belly rumbled hungrily, and I forced myself up before stopping by the documents I found and had been doodling on. Glancing at the steps, I wondered if he was in the kitchen still. Retrieving my red pen that was running out of ink, I scribbled on a piece of paper.

Can I have a TV?

getting sick of eating ham and tomato sandwiches for lunch. Sick of eating soup and bread for

fingers. I wiggle it, hoping someone is in the kitchen and sees it. A few seconds

snaps at me

here, lonely. Fighting back the tears, I use the pen to

A book?

before it was plucked from my fingers. Only I get no answer this time. Instead, I get the front page of the daily newspaper pushed under the door. I stare at it. Emotion chokes me that he would deny something so minuscule. What does it matter if I read? Yet I had one page of a newspaper that was taken up mainly by a black

see is only the tiles that lead into the kitchen. With a sigh, I grab

development that was being built across the other side of

into the depression that came with it. Only the door’s opening and footsteps on the stairs made me shoot upright from inside

stood up to convince him to let me upstairs. Yet the moment I climb out of the Den, he commands

the tiny table that I found was attached to the floor. I know because I tried to move it closer to a window. The command washes over me, making every muscle tense and

stairs. I glance up to see Rhen glaring at me while carrying a load of washing. He sets it on the counter beside the washing machine and loads it in. Neither of them said anything to me, which kind of bugged me. A conversation