Alphas Possession

Chapter 42

Rhen POV

I wasn’t sure what bothered me most as I went to fetch her some water, the fact she trod on my balls or that she tried to sneak off like a one-night stand while we were sleeping. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed some bottles of water, knowing I probably should have restocked the bar fridge down there earlier before making my way to the linen cupboard and grabbing some fresh towels. Tania also brought some discenting soap, which wouldn’t abate her heat but might help me think a little clearer if she didn’t smell like my own personal lusting sin.

I grabbed the bag from the counter with all the supplies she bought when I feel the mind link, and Thane’s voice flitted through my head.

“You’re awake?” he states. I roll my eyes. Of course, he felt me wake up, he always does. Nothing escapes that man when it comes to us.

“Where is Zara?” he asks.

“In the den,” I answer warily. He wasn’t going to make me kick her out, was he? That thought bothered me more than it should. She wouldn’t be safe out there. Her heat may have abated for now, but it will return. We gave her suppressants, but that wouldn’t stop the heat while in it. Just give her some reprieve until her cycle ends, which could take days.

Thane saying we could. It felt wrong. Mates are a pack, and she wasn’t part of our pack, and Thane had no intentions of making her pack or joining us. Therefore we would fight the urge to

know when her heat finishes, and I will come home,”

“You’re not returning?”

she is lucid, see what you can find out about her,”

believe we would be unfaithful. Sure, we all played around from time to time but never behind each other’s backs, and we were always together when we did so. Sharing had never been an issue with any

I rummaged through the storage boxes at the bottom, pulling out some pajamas for her that were originally bought for Harlow. Not like she would use them. I don’t even know why Thane kept them. It wasn’t like she was coming back. I shake my head before turning back to the basement door. As I walk down the stairs, the door swings shut behind me, and I notice Zara sitting

in sweat as another violent wave of heat coursed through her. Yet she wasn’t crazed with the suppressant keeping her lucid, though I could tell she was uncomfortable, and my shirt was drenched with sweat as she fought her

shoulder at me, and I notice

my question, and she nods, her eyes going to the bottled water in my arms. Walking over to her, I pass her one,

down beside her, I twist the cap before helping her hold it to

it back, realizing she is going to choke herself. She was gulping it that fast, having drained half the