Alphas Possession

Chapter 13

Now that Tal puts it like that and directs me closer to his perspective, I have to admit that he has a point. A good one, at that. Vampires are far more dangerous than werewolves. While wolf shifters are angry and capable of ripping anyone to shreds, which is scary, vampires are unpredictable- no one knows how, what, or when they would lose control, so the aspect of surprise makes them worse than shifters.

“Now, hurry, unless you want your bosses to see those marks on your neck and start asking questions,” Tal mutters and offers me his wrist again.

I sigh and give in. Tal is right. The last thing I need is for my bosses to think I’m a feeder on top of everything else they already hate me for. It’s bad enough they already think so little of me. There’s no need to add extra fuel to the flame of their disgust. I don’t want them to think they hired someone who’s an addicted feeder. I’m not one and won’t let them belittle me like that.

“I already called a cab for you so you can get home. And don’t worry, the cost is covered already,” Tal speaks as his eyes inspect my neck, probably to ensure it has healed completely. Once he’s content enough, Tal nods, turns on his heel, and walks away.

I wait for another minute before heading downstairs to the staff area and quickly changing my clothes. Tapping the pockets, 1 check if the money is there and rush outside to meet the cab.

The cab driver is an older, pleasant gentleman who looks like someone who has experienced some hardships in life, so I don’t feel ashamed of my situation when I ask him to take me to a seedy motel near where I work.

I can’t go to a nice motel or hotel, not only because I can’t afford one, but mainly because I can’t hand them an ID since I don’t have one. Okay, maybe I do, but that’s not even a real one- it’s just a shitty ID of my sisters that I paid the firm I used to work for to dodge up for me.

They added a dodgy last name, too, which is as much of a blessing as it is a curse.

don’t require the bosses to actually know who you are, simply because they don’t want you to

didn’t want to be a part of their shady business or find myself caught up in it. Though with the amount of foot traffic that went through the place, I knew something was up with the place, I just knew

questioned anyone; I’m just relieved that they let me work there

she would have noticed that the social security number

piece of paper. It’s my only ID, yet it’s so terribly fake that even a fool would notice it’s

really don’t care about such things, but from what I gathered from Leila, she

before I start another round of vicious overthinking and walk into the shady motel. The place stinks. No, it reeks of something disgusting and a mix of everything I hate, but I ignore the pit in

her foundation was far too light for her skin tone. She watches me as she checks every bill holding it up

and blows a bubble. She still stares at me with suspicion as the bubble she blows pops, and I try to understand

rolls her eyes at me and groans, obviously annoyed. “Upstairs, third door on the right,” she mutters out the

woman probably thinks I’m incompetent or stupid, but that’s not the case. It’s the shitty, faded handwritten number

avoid unnecessary confrontations, I press my lips in a thin line and nod swiftly and give quick thanks. Without the

want; I walk

get here; I also have enough money to buy some decent food. For once in a long time, I don’t have

to find the right door to