Alphas Possession

Chapter 1

at her sadly and nodded, praying she was right. We sat in the foyer of the auction house, waiting before I’d be put up for auction, depending on how high my genes tests would come back. The door to a nearby office burst open, revealing an overjoyed Mrs. Yates. I had never seen the woman so ecstatic as she squealed excitedly, waving the paper above her head. Zara and I jumped at the startling sound when the auctioneer, Mr. Black, looked up at her from where he sat in his expensive suit. “What has made you so excited, Yates?” He asked. Yet, her eyes were wide as she stared at me. “She broke the record,” Mrs. Yates whispered, her eyes still glued to my shocked expression. Zara glanced at me, and I at her, both of us confused out of our minds. “What? Impossible! No Omegas pheromones sit above fifty-five. The score hasn’t changed for years,” he said as he got up from his seat and reached for the paper in Mrs. Yates’s hands. The awed look on her face didn’t fade while Mr. Black snatched the document and observed it. “Eighty-seven percent pure Omega,” Mrs. Yates beamed as I gasped at her words. “This can’t be real. Test her again,” Mr. Black huffed, forcing the papers back in her hands in disbelief. I agreed with him, test me again. I thought. That is not something I want on my records. “They tested four times,” she murmured. The grin on her lips nearly split her face in half. Her greying hair almost looked white under the bright fluorescent light and I felt the blood drain from my face. Then, out of nowhere, Mr. Black howled and broke out in laughter. “We just hit fucking bank, baby. Do you have any idea how much we can get for her?” He all but jumped with joy. “Wait, you said we would be auctioned together,” Zara intervened, while glancing at me  nervously. As always, Zara was ready to jump for my defense, while all I could do was stare at everyone in horror. This can’t be happening! Eighty-seven percent is an Alpha pack status level, meaning all Alpha Pack. Panic enveloped me, spreading through my body like wildfire, taking over every muscle and sense I could imagine. “Things change; she is worth too much. She will be auctioned tomorrow. Fuck, she will bring in some money, hopefully, enough to save this place,” Mr. Black announced. I watched him flick his dark hair from his face. The paperwork miraculously appeared in his hands, and he stared down at the score. I could almost see the dollar signs cha-chinging in his eyes. “Wait! Stop! We are twins; you can’t separate us,” Zara still fought back, still voice despite me knowing it was pointless. Mr. Black sneered as his eyes flicked to her and narrowed slightly. “You’re owned by the state. You live under my care, and raising Omegas costs a lot of money. She goes to auction tomorrow; never know once you bloom. Maybe whoever buys her will want a spare.” He crackled, sounding as evil as never, and wandered off while Mrs. Yates flashed us a smile full of pity.  “It’s alright, girls. You’ll fetch a high price, Harlow; that means your buyer will take good care of you,” Mrs. Yates tries to comfort us. Tears burned my eyes as Zara’s grip on my hand tightened. Sure, as if I didn’t know what she meant by saying someone would take good care of me. As good as they can after bidding on me during an auction to make a damn breeder out of me and to top it off, they’ll separate me from my twin. ***** Zara’s gasp pulled me out of the nightmare memory, and I instantly looked up at the computer screen. My heart slumped: five hundred thousand dollars. I stared at my sister, and her mouth hung open, just as shocked as I. We kept waiting for the pack name to appear. We had to see who had successfully offered the highest bid and