Alphas Possession

Chapter 48

Lv.1

Zara POV

I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was to Raidon and Rhen talking softly beside me. I was toasty warm pressed between their bodies, and I didn’t want to move, knowing now that my heat had abated. I would be sent home, well, back to the storage lockers.

Yet I couldn’t stay here either, and dread pooled in my belly as Thane’s words came back to me. He knew I was the girl from the strip club, and I knew he would fire me. One thing I had come to learn after spending weeks with them at work. Was that image. was everything, and Thane hated nothing more than bad press.

“Wonder what time he will be home,” I hear Raidon murmur, and my eyes flutter open to see Rhen’s tattooed chest. I wanted to trace my fingers over the patterns that were etched into his skin but held back. Tingles spread across every inch of me that was touching them.

“No idea, but when he does, I will try to talk to him again,” Rhen answers.

“Talk, don’t fight with him, Rhen. He will say no just to prove he can,’ Raidon replies. I wondered what they were talking about, but the urge to pee was strong, and I felt sticky from slick and desperately wanted to shower. –

made me want to press closer to him and I knew I needed to escape as instinct started to kick in. I knew if I didn’t move, I would be crawling on top of him soon. Their scents were overwhelming me.

Raidon purred, kissing my shoulder, I looked

with embarrassment. Now, what? Do I thank them for stopping my heat? Give him a pat on the back for taking my VCard or handshake as if this was some bizarre business transaction? I suddenly

my eyes scan the room for Leon and Thane.

decide what to say, yet I came up with nothing when Rhen

You could have left me here,” I tell them awkwardly. Man, why was this so awkward? I would

side. He uses his arms to pull himself out of the den. Getting up, I follow

to Rhen, who seemed amused about something. What? I had no

trouble? I mean…is Thane going

and get my shitty apartment back. If he fires me, I may be forced to

but he is angry for not telling him about working

me if he knew,” I tell

maybe not-“I raise an eyebrow at him, and he