Alphas Possession

Chapter 19

A low, angered row of curse words leaves me as I realize what this important delivery is. A fucking load of dry cleaning! Is Thane for real right now? I had to stay behind after the work hours to pick up his dry cleaning and bring it to his house? That man has to be delusional because there is no other excuse I can think of to explain his unreasonable requests and the insane lack of brain cells. The van even had a sign on it stating it delivers city-wide! No reason he couldn’t get it delivered to his damn house

I stomped to the back of the van, boiling in anger, barely holding myself together. The small woman jumps as she turns around and faces me. I didn’t mean to startle her, but I’m too pissed off to care. I assume she was scared because I was panting like a heifer from dashing back and forth across the road.

Once the woman piles up Thane’s clothes, I sign the paperwork for his stupid dry cleaning and watch as the woman drives away while I’m stuck in the shitty situation of my darn life.

Well, not quite the shittiest of them all, but I’m very damn close to a mental breakdown. Which Thane would be delighted to see because it would rid him of me and probably land me in the loony bin because of his antics.

I glance down at my phone to notice I have twenty minutes left until the stupid dry cleaning has to arrive in Thane’s packhouse, and as I head for the bus stop, the only thing I can do is gape at the bus that drives past me before I reach the massive sign with a bus drawing on it. Fuck! Of course, the bus had to be early! Not only am I so incredibly dead now, but I’m also about to be jobless. It has to be my luck; it just has to be!” :

Glancing at my phone, I seelhad twenty minutes to get to the packhouse, and I head for the bus stop. I barely got to the front of the building when I was watching the bus drive past me. While chasing after the thing, I waved frantically in an effort to get it to stop.

However, the bus driver either ignored my waving arms and screaming or didn’t see me. I was on seriously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I would never make it in time, and I needed this job. I didn’t put up with their fucking bullshit to get fired because of a fucking dry cleaning service being bloody late!

the man from the smoke shop getting in his car, having finished locking all the roller

twenty-five dollars to get to the packhouse on time. As he looked over at me, he scratched the back of his neck. He wasn’t bad

annoyance. Great! That was a ten-minute walk alone. “Where

headed that way. How much money you got?” he asked while pulling on a leather jacket, and I rolled my

the bottom of my bag. “That’s it?” he asks, flicking his dark hair from his red eyes and licking plump his lips. His fangs protrude slightly from his upper lip, glinting under the

my money back. He glances me up and down and purses his lips before sniffing the air. “Ah, definitely not, buddy. You are not feeding on me,” I tell him before he suggests such

want to get to Mr Keller’s place,” he taunts. My

one little bite,

know Omega blood is addictive,” I tell him with a wave of my hand. He

not fucking you either. Just give me my money back,” I tell

else,” He purrs, licking

Just give me my damn money. Fuck,

won’t tell him you just had his master key cut in my store, and I will drop you off to his place,” he says slyly. I feel all the blood leave my body at his words. He knew what the key was? He laughs while

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