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?

sick of eating ham and tomato sandwiches for lunch.

through, pinched between my fingers. I wiggle it, hoping someone is in the kitchen and sees it. A few seconds later, it

snaps at

so quiet down here, lonely. Fighting back the tears, I use the pen

A book?

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

rest just didn’t fit through, but all I see is only the tiles that lead into the kitchen. With a sigh, I grab my sandwich and walk back down

some crap on a new building development that was being built across the other side of the city, yet the page ended before I could find out the juicy details of where exactly. Not

I slipped deeper into my head, deeper into the depression that came with it.

a tray in his hand. I stood up to convince him to let me upstairs. Yet

down the tray on 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

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 with someone other than the bizarre inner monologue running in my head