Alphas Possession

Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 100

Read Alphas Possession by Jessica Hall Chapter 100 – Harlow POV

Stupid hormones were rampant; I knew I was being over-sensitive and slightly irrational at Leon’s rejection and how Raidon ripped me out of the shower when Leon growled at me. Yet my bond craved them, and none of them would touch me. It was driving me crazy, and I am sure it was driving Raidon, Rhen, and especially Leon crazy, considering I slept in his room.

After getting dressed in cotton shorts and a tank top, I wander downstairs with a towel wrapped around my head. Whatever Thane was cooking smelled delicious as I wandered to the kitchen to find him frying mince and what smelled like herbs. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“That was quick,” Thane states, and I shrug, wandering off toward the living room. “Harlow?” I don’t bother answering. Instead, I keep walking into the living room; I grab the remote and flick the TV on before settling into my spot on the couch while trying to ignore the urge to either cry or touch myself.

These stupid hormones had me all over the place. Shouldn’t I be all Głowy and lively being pregnant? How come I got the short stick on pregnancy? Some part of me knew it was because the entire time away with Zara, my bond craved them, and yet I get here, and they still deny me. The other part thought it was because I look like a stretched out beached whale and they were repulsed by me.

I was ten minutes into the show when Thane called out to me from the kitchen. At first, I ignore him when he sings out again, and I roll my eyes. Shutting the TV off, I move to the edge of the couch and force myself up. Wandering out to the kitchen, Thane was placing dinner in the oven.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

“I was going to ask you that?” he says, setting the tea towel on the counter.

for nothing?” I groan, about to turn away from him, when his hands grab me, falling on my hips

jerk away from him

always ask,

They won’t f***king touch me,” I snap

breath sweeps over my neck as he flicks my hair over one shoulder, his hand on my

hand squeezing my b**east while the other sneaks into my pants to cup my p***ssy. The pressure of

being blamed for any regret afterward,” he tells me before his lips move to his mark on my neck. He kisses it but waits for me to speak, while my face flames. A few hours ago, we were at each other’s throats, and what I am supposed to ask him to put me out of my misery and ask

the sound deep as his calling washes over me and I press back against him. I should be

instead not fighting it all. “I still need your permission, love,” I nod my

“Words or I stop.”

I will kick his balls for giving me-hmm, what is the equivalent to blue balls?—blue fl*ps-blue cl*t? That doesn’t sound right; I shake the weird thought away when his

against his hand before his fingers slide into me. His fingers

allow. He slides them out before sliding them back in and curling them. I lean against him, losing myself to the feel of

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