Alphas Possession

Walking into my room, I glanced briefly at my bed where I made my burrow. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in my blankets, but I only had an hour. An hour to figure somewhere to go. An hour before was tossed out in the cold of night.

Grabbing a backpack, I stuffed some clothes in it that would be suitable for work tomorrow and a pair of heels. I couldn’t take all my shoes, so I had to choose wisely and stuffed a pair of heels and black flats. I set my boots next to the bag, intending to wear them after a shower.

I grab my grey parker and as many warm clothes as I can find and fold them carefully, stuffing as much in the bag as I can without breaking the sipper. Afterward, I grabbed my handbag, squeezing any pa perwork I needed into my handbag; I set some warm clothes on the bed before rushing to shower and scrub the scents off my skin. I would be an instant target out there smelling like this. Tears burned my eyes as | scrubbed my skin raw with my loofa.

When finished, I dressed in tights and pulled jeans over the top, a cami, long-sleeved shirt and jumper and parker, knowing it gets that cold here of a night I would freeze, and I was pretty sure we were supposed to get a dusting of snow overnight. I grab my beanie and woolen gloves, slip them on and jam a small makeup bag into my handbag before retrieving every can of descenter. I don’t know how I was supposed to

fit in, but I had no choice.

I also retrieved my suppressants. Only three bottles were empty, yet one was still almost full.

However, I knew it wouldn’t last long. I would have to take extra if I didn’t want to fall to my knees to morrow at the damn office. Had I known I would be working for two Alphas as a personal secretary, I can honestly say I would not have applied. However, it was my only chance now, so doubling up on my suppres sants was the only chance I stood, hoping I could pull a few nights at the club for Tal.

A shiver ran up my spine, remembering the men tonight, and dread made my stomach sink and tears prick the corner of my eyes as the humiliation returned.

Shaking that thought away, I had to focus. I was about to step outside and be left not only open to the elements but everything that went bump in the night. Undoing the cap on my suppressants, I took three in stead of taking one nightly tablet.

Nerves were kicking in at the thought of heading out into the night. I always made sure to be home be fore 8:30 PM. That was when the nasty shit happened in this city. And now I needed to find somewhere to stay. I wouldn’t make it back to the club this late without falling victim to someone or something, so I rum mage for the change in the bottom of my bag and groan.

$4.50. Yep, that would help, not. Why was I stupid enough to hand her every cent? I should have given her half had I known. With a sigh, I walk into the kitchen and open the cupboards. I find some tins of spaghetti and moldy bread. Looking in the fridge, I scull the leftover milk straight from the carton, which was all of two mouthfuls, and put the cans of spaghetti in my bag and a fork.

Grabbing my scarf and a throw blanket, light enough and small enough I could just squeeze it into my bag, I head for the door. The moment I tossed it open, I found Mike standing by the door, about to knock.

looks over his shoulder before jamming a twenty into my hands. Mike gives me a wink and smiles sadly and briskly turning away. I pocket it. And take one last

spill out my lips, I nodded and headed down the stairs, hearing Milke locking it up.

Zara, but I gave you plenty of time,” she says, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I knew she

the foyer doors before whistling. “Keys for the main door,” she says, clicking her fin gers. I was hoping I could sneak back in and sleep in

my key chain before shaking my head and giving her the entire damn thing. I only had

cold crisp night and shudder to look in both directions of the street. Now what? Martha locks the doors behind

as possible, seeing as I had no bus fare to catch the bus there. The walk took me an hour and a half before I was around a block

sigh, my bones were aching from the cold and I hesitantly step into the alley, listening

Glancing back up the alley, I saw no one so slung my bag off my shoulder and descended the stairs, and sat beside the small roller door. It hadn’t been the first time I lived on the streets, and knowing my luck, this

I couldn’t help but think if my twin was still with me. I would never be in this situation. Zara was resourceful. She always found a way, just like she found a way to take my place, gave her life for mine, and here I was

me who died and not her. At least she wouldn’t be wasting her life. No, she would live her best one. While I sat

face on. I was pretty sure it was around 8 am, which would give me an hour to sneak in and quickly change before making the walk around the

myself while resting my head back on the roller door. At least the

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sister-in-law Leila as we stepped into the elevator. She ignores me as she usually does, so much like Leon, she is. I swear she en joys holding me at the edge of my sanity just so

at me and feigning innocence, purs ing her lips as she glances between Rhen, Raidon, and

while leaning against the elevator wall. Leila

worked for some form that burned down, and,” the doors open and I get a whiff of descenter. The growl that leaves

Leila! You hired an Omega and her, of all fucking people?” || snap, recognizing