Page 4 of Alpha’s Possession

"Seven hundred and fifty thousand! We need to celebrate," Mr. Black hollers.

My head rolls to the side, and I instinctively look for Zara before I remember, with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I start to hyperventilate, and Mrs. Yates clutches my face in her hands.

"It's alright, honey; the Obsidian Pack didn't win this time. Nightbane did. See?" She points to the screen over on the doctor's desk as if that would somehow make me feel better.

That's what she thinks I care about? My sister is dead, and that is what she thinks I’m worried about? Tears stream down my cheeks, and I shake my head.

"I know, honey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry about Harlow," she whispers, wiping tears from my cheeks.

She barely lived. We aren't even eighteen yet; we still have two weeks. I bloomed bloody early while still under the facility's care. Two more weeks, and we could've signed ourselves out, paid off the debts, and found our own packs! Zara always intended to stay, but I knew I could talk her into leaving. Instead, I did this to her.

I killed her!

Sobs wrack my body, and days slip by. Mr. Black keeps me sedated and out of it.

I’m staring at the ceiling when I feel a jab in my ass that causes my gaze to pull away from its standoff with the spider in the corner, spinning its web.

I glance down to see the doctor pull my pants over my hip when the door bursts open.

"Don't jab her; she isn't Zara!" Mr. Black screams, bursting through the doors.

"What?" The doctor's voice trembles.

Mr. Black grabs him by his shoulders and starts shaking the poor man, snarling like a maniac, "Tell me you didn't jab her already!"

The confused doctor frantically looks between the raging man holding him and me. I glance at Mr. Black, wondering if I have ever seen him so furious.

He growls, and I try to sit up, but my wrists are still bound to the bed, so my body is jerked back. The moment my back hits the mattress, his hand connects with my cheek.

My head twists to the side and collides with the wall; my teeth gnash together, and the copper taste of blood fills my mouth as I bite my tongue.

"She isn't Zara; she’s fucking Harlow. Autopsy reports just came back; there is a scar on her face," Mr. Black snarls, walking over to the sink basin and wetting a cloth.

He strides back, and I flinch away from him, but he grabs my hair and viciously wipes my face. Once he’s done and my face is make-up free, he growls even louder.

"You have no idea what you did! Now I have to try to clean up this mess!" he screams at the top of his lungs before slapping me again. A yelp escapes me as I try to bring my hands up to protect my face, yet he doesn't stop assaulting me.

I pull my knees up, tuck my face between them, and wait for Mr. Black to stop. When he finally does, my scalp aches from him yanking my hair out, my body is bruised, and my lip is bleeding.

The doctor runs out of the room, escaping Mr. Black's wrath. My assailant hits the intercom and dials two sets of numbers into it.

"Mr. Black, you better tell me you have the girl I bought," a deep baritone voice comes through the speaker.

"Who the fuck is that?" Another voice joins the conversation, but this one is even more profound and much more angry.

The men argue until Mr. Black finally breaks his silence. "Gentlemen, there has been a mix-up."

"Where is my Omega? That skank hadn't even bloomed. How the fuck is it even possible for such a fuck up to happen?" the first man roars.

Chapter Three

~Harlow~

"Mr. Bowman, she is here, but we have an issue. Mr. Keller also purchased this girl tonight before you called about the mix up," Mr. Black admits. A growl comes from the intercom, and I swear it shakes the windows and I feel his threatening aura through the phone.

"Doesn't matter; I bought her originally. I have a claim, so give him his money back!" the first man growls, sounding equally as pissed off as his opponent.

"See, that's the issue. If it were only the money, I could simply fix it, Mr. Bowman."