Alphas Possession

Chapter 51

Lv.1

Zara POV

It felt awkward, cold, and lonely in the den alone, and I was pretty relieved when I woke to Rhen coming down the steps. I slept with my diary inside my pillowcase and the photo tucked inside my bra for safekeeping. It wasn’t like it could get any more crumpled.

“Zara,” Rhen speaks softly, making me blink up at the high ceiling before turning my head to see him place a mug of steaming coffee on the side of the small drop-off into the den. Clothes hung over one arm as he moved to hang them on the back of a chair.

“Get changed. We leave soon. Thane ironed your clothes this morning, so you just need to get dressed. We have an important meeting this morning and can’t be late,” Rhen says before slipping out of the basement. I walk to the side and haul myself out.

I could hear their voices upstairs as I changed into the black slacks and a black button-up long-sleeved blouse. I try to pull the top near my neck together, the zip stopping and creating a deep V when I can’t squeeze it close enough.

I was showing way too much bust in this top, hardly respectable work attire, yet Thane chose it, and I wondered if he realized. Groaning, I looked at my other top, which was all wrinkled and creased and smelled heavily of my scent.

Clutching the top piece closed, I grabbed my coffee where Rhen left it and almost groaned at the taste. I swear I could feel it warm my bones and awaken my soul from its dormant, numb state. I was about to walk up the steps when I remembered my diary tucked inside the pillowcase.

Sighing, I rush back and retrieve it. I dreaded it but knew I needed to get rid of it. So I figured I would dispose of it at work. I would tear out the pages and shred them, and put them in the loading dock bins. It wasn’t worth the risk, and I recognize how foolish I was to keep it. Yet I liked writing, and some of the small doodlings I drew of people inside were the only way to remember their faces.

Time was something I despised. It’s amazing how memories remain, yet their faces eventually leave us, just like their touch and smell, and your memories remain vivid, but their faces slip away, the small features you can no longer picture, or if you can, something about else about them is missing. Sometimes I would draw just so I could keep their faces, so I never forgot. But now! had to throw it away. This diary held far too many secrets, far too many answers.

Tucking it under my arm, I climb the stairs with my coffee and wonder if Raidon had a hairbrush I could borrow. My hair looked like a bird’s nest. I doubted Thane, Leon, and Rhen would own one. They had no need to brush their hair with their’s cropped short. Raidon had long, thick locks I was envious of and the eyes lashes to match them.

The door opens before I have a chance to grip the handle, and Thane nearly walks into me as he goes to storm down the steps. He was in an obvious rush to leave. Clearly, I was taking more time than he believed necessary.

He stops and glances me over before growling when his eyes go to my messy hair before moving to the top that I was almost spilling out of.

His eyes linger longer than necessary before he shakes his head. “You’re not wearing that,” he growls.

“Well, duh, but I wasn’t walking up here shirtless,” I tell him.

him when Thane

is Raidon?” I

dressed upstairs,” I nod, and Rhen turns around, mug in hand, as he sips his coffee, watching me over the cup’s rim. He takes

upstairs,” Rhen says, pointing to the roof. I

late, so finish getting ready,” Rhen says. I nod, sculling the rest of my coffee and setting the mug in the sink before moving toward the stairs. I pass Thane rummaging in

you going?” Thane asks, and I stop

one in the bathroom downstairs was gone,” I tell him,

the first hall. Walking to the end, I find the door Rhen spoke of. It was the last door before it turned to another hallway that opened up to the landing that overlooked the

of a massive bed, pulling his black leather shoes on. The enormous bed covered an

share a bed? I tried picturing them all in it and couldn’t; I knew they were mates, but Thane appeared the

as he ties his laces. “Everything okay?” he

ask him, not wanting to step into the room. He points to a door, which I see is a bathroom. “Can |-“1 point to

quickly rush into the bathroom and find his hairbrush in the

all share a room?”

and stares at me in the

that?” he

coming up behind him and answering before

me another blouse, but this one was made of stretching fabric that was clingy. I

are watching me change. I quickly unzip the blouse and tug it off, and Thane takes

hair,” Thane snaps, about to leave, when he stops looking Raidon over. He clicks

is your tie?”

toward the walk-in wardrobe beside the bathroom and coming back out. Thane presses his lips in a line before clicking his fingers at Raidon when

it to jerk him closer. “Behave, I am not in the mood,” Thane growls, pecking his lips, and Raidon rolls his

them. He leads me downstairs and to the garage. I climb into the back seat

will he arrive?” Leon asks,

10 AM. We need to find the pack files,” Thane says, navigating his way through the

ask them, wondering who