Alphas Possession

Chapter 26

Zara POV

I set my alarm extra early, knowing the loading docks opened hálf an hour earlier than the main doors, and I needed to sneak out and come in through the main doors, so no one noticed I was living in the loading docks.

Yet as I quickly got changed, I heard the huge roller doors opening and promptly rushed to spray on my descenter. After popping two of my pills, I cringed, realizing that there were only two pills left in the bottle, and that meant I would have to skip tonight’s if I wanted any left for tomorrow. It occurred to me briefly that if I got off early enough, I would still be able to go to the club tonight. Although, I had tried ringing Bree last night, and she didn’t pick up the phone.

Spraying myself in extra spray, I hoped it concealed my scent enough; I was going into panic mode. Thane said if I went into heat, he would fire me, and at this rate, I was going to be risking it because once my pills run out; I am all but screwed.

They were the only thing preventing my heat. It was one of my greatest fears going into heat. I had heard horror stories of how desperately helpless Omegas were and in pain without mates to ease it.

I climb out of my hidey-hole. Leaving my heels off, I go to the door and pry it open a little, peering out the

it a little more and stuck my head, ensuring the coast was clear before dashing the roller doors. I rush

strands of hair still come free after I tie my hair back up into a messing bun, but I don’t bother to fix it since I don’t want to be caught out up the side

as I can. I know security will be opening the main doors any minute. On reaching the top of the steps. I am greeted by the

the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix the haystack that was messily sitting on top of my head. As a last-minute decision, I decided to go with a more descenter, giving myself an extra spray. My anxiousness about running out of my suppressants made me sweat; what comes with

when I hear the elevator doors open before hearing all their voices. Despite

me. “Get your damn neck covered up,” he growls at me, and my brows furrow in confusion as I stare at him. Almost instinctively, I touch my

Thane growls, making me

beside me, and I felt my

I need is to explain why my damn secretary has bite marks

answered. Fucking prick. Adding insult to injury, he has also scolded me