Page 72 of Alpha’s Possession

There are two things I fear: Alphas and spiders. When it comes to facing either of those two things… sorry Leon, but I will throw your ass in the fire so fast.

After a few moments of our strange standoff, his patience wanes when I don’t move, and he takes a step toward me. I stare at Thane. My eyes grow impossibly wide, and my bottom lip quivers. How can he think of such an outrageous thing?

I have no idea where this sudden wave of confidence comes from, but I know I need to stand up against his attempts to bully me into submission.

"And what if I don't want to? You don't own me. I never agreed to be a part of your weird pack punishments. You don't have the right to punish me for anything. Leon, yes, as much as I hate to admit it, you have power over him, but not me, Thane," I growl.

"Oh, this is getting good. Keep going. I wanna see him get really mad," Leon urges before shoving me toward Thane, who grips my arms before I can stumble into him.

"You do realize your little stunt back at the office ended with three of my employees being knocked out cold by security?" Thane growls in my face.

"Again, not my fault. Blame peer pressure," I tell him.

"I’ll give you one chance to correct that answer, Zara. Just remember, most Alphas have their Omegas tucked away where the world can't see them. You don't strike me as the type who likes to sit at home, playing house. So, either you accept your punishment with Leon and keep your job, or you’ll remain locked in your Den all day from now on," Thane tells me.

"Does that mean I’ll get to sleep in?" I ask, and his canines slip out, making me gasp. At this point, I'm not sure what scares me more—his threat or the look on his face.

All this point, Leon steps aside, looking down at his feet in shame, as if he knows something I don't. Has Thane been doing these punishments for a while? I can only assume Leon doesn’t bother running because he knows there is no escaping from Thane. I suppose I should act repentant too, since I'm just as guilty as Leon. Though I am sticking with the peer pressure story. What’s one spanking if it means I get to keep my freedom? Without it, I would have no way of escaping once they learn who I am.

"Fine," I snarl, raising my voice a little just to prove a point. Thane can take all the pleasure he can get from this, but I will continue to show him how much I hate his idea of discipline, of holding up the order he creates.

Thane leads Leon and I up the stairs toward his room, a smirk playing on his lips. I roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.

He opens the door to his room and shoves us both inside.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

~Harlow~

"You, over there," Thane orders me, pointing his finger at the massive bed in the middle of the room.

I glance at Leon. He gulps and nods, as if to tell me it’s better to follow the commands and to not dare to talk back. Honestly, pissing off Thane is the last thing we need, given how much shit we are already in. So, I force down every instinct that tells me to defy the man, and I walk to the bed, fold my arms across my chest, and glare at him.

"Sit," Thane growls again, so I sit on the edge of the bed, while Leon stays standing at the door.

Does Leon plan on escaping as soon as Thane gets distracted, doing whatever he plans to do to me? Sweat breaks out on my forehead while my eyes dart between both men.

"Leon, on the chair," Thane orders, but this time, his voice is a little lighter, a little more caring and gentler, despite it still being a damn order. He is still tossing us around the room however he pleases.

Holding my breath, I watch Leon walk to the chair and sit down. I expect a remark or something stupid from him, but he is so unusually quiet, I'm not sure what to think.

My eyes catch a movement to my right. I turn to watch Thane approach a massive dresser and pull open a drawer. The sound of metal on wood echoes off the bedroom walls, and I gulp at the mere thought of the torture devices Thane might keep inside.

He grabs something and lets out a quiet hum, turning to face Leon. My eyes instantly dart to him, and Leon grins for the first time since Thane announced the punishment we earned.

"Yes! Cuff me, Alpha," Leon whines with such amusement in his voice I know it has to be an attempt to get on Thane's nerves. Great, so much for doing everything we can to not piss Thane off even more. I just want this over with so I can plot out my next move and figure out where the heck I am going to go.

Once again, I expect a particular reaction for Thane. In this case, rage, growling, and possibly the use of extensive physical force, but, instead, Thane just chuckles.

He walks over to Leon, steps behind him, and cuffs his wrists behind the back of the chair. I watch how Thane leans into whisper something in Leon's ear, and his eyes instantly widen. The amusement fades from Leon’s face as he shakes his head and mouths what appears to be ‘Don't.’

"Too late," Thane hums as he walks around the chair. He goes as far as to cuff Leon's ankles to the chair, as if the cuffs behind his back aren't enough.

What on earth is he doing? And why did he order me to sit on the bed while Leon gets cuffed to a chair? It would only be fair for our punishments to be equal, but I guess Thane and equality don't mix here.

"I haven't forgotten about you, Zara," Thane muses, without so much as throwing a glance in my direction. I force down the lump in my throat and lick my lips, deciding it’s best to stay quiet.

The sooner he starts his stupid punishment, the sooner we will be out of here. I can then forget about everything that happened and go hide in the Den.