Alphas Possession

Chapter 2

selling off girls while knowing they’d end up dead. I blinked back tears, my eyes stung, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through me like a razor’s edge. A deep, guttural scream left my lips as I collapsed on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I figured no news was good news. A wave of pain tore through me and stole the air from my lungs. I killed her; I killed my twin. She died because of me. I remember little besides the wailing howls that left me before a pinch in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I was sure, would tear me apart and leave nothing behind but fractured sharp pieces. Coming too, I was in a hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on my wrist prevented me from moving. “750 thousand, we need to celebrate,” Mr. Black hollered.  My head rolled to the side, and instinctively I looked for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs. Yates clutched my face in her hands. “It’s alright, honey; the Obsidian pack didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that would somehow make me feel better. That’s what she thought I cared about? My sister is dead, and that is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down my cheeks and I shook my head. “I know, honey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping tears from my cheeks. She barely lived. We weren’t even eighteen yet; we still had two weeks. I bloomed bloody early while still under the facility’s care. Two more weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara always intended to stay, but I knew I could talk her into leaving, yet instead, I did this to her. I killed her! Sobs wracked my body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated and out of it. I stared at the ceiling when I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff with the spider in the corner spinning its web. I glanced down to see the doctor pull my pants over my hip when the door burst open. “Don’t jab her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting through the doors. “What?” The doctor’s voice trembled. Mr. Black grabbed him by his shoulders and started shaking the poor man, snarling like a maniac, “Tell me you didn’t jab her already!” The confused doctor frantically