Alphas Possession

Chapter 20

Thane POV

“I am guessing she wasn’t there again?” I asked Raidon as he walked in, finally getting home. All week, Raidon had taken Leon to the strip club looking for the Omega. I fucking knew this would become an issue from the first night he fed on her.

“Yep, we waited until we spotted the manager. She didn’t know who we were talking about, so she must be the new night fill manager to fill in for Bree. I hadn’t seen her before,” Raidon answers as Leon shoves past him. I tried to grab him, but he slapped my hands away.

Leon stormed past and went down to our den, no doubt looking through the blood bags, though he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. Most of them were either our blood or donated blood from the blood banks, which do not stock Omega blood, given it is so addictive to vampires.

However, I could probably source some by making a few calls, though it was fucking pricey, which was half the reason we searched for an Omega, not wanting to chuck him into rehab in the first place. Though another stint looked to be on the cards at this rate. Great, the media would have a fucking field day, just what we needed.

no help since he was out of town. And Bree was unreachable with him since

the verge of ordering him to. He was ravenous, and I had to keep him home from work for

their free will, but even Rhen had suggested it on

asked worriedly. I heard stomping up the steps as he came back from our basement den. The last time I had been down

down there. I couldn’t stand seeing what could have been. Our pack would have been complete with Harlow, but she had to go kill my mother and get herself killed in those damn woods. There was

area. Even if we found her, I probably would have killed her for what she did to my mother. My mother didn’t deserve that. She

showing no white left. His fangs hadn’t retracted in two days, and he was turning crazed. Another reason I couldn’t let him be at work. With Zara there, it

her; I even rang the dry cleaners to make sure they arrived with only twenty minutes spare, knowing by bus or taxi it would take her at least thirty-five minutes to

foyer exit. Leon glances around and growls, not liking the way we caged

hated the feelings of longing and despair through the bond, the starvation he felt. “Come here,” I order, and he tried to fight the command when I growled at him, chucking the total weight

he wanders to the front door to see who is on the screen. “Who