Page 11 of Alpha’s Possession

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

I shake my head. I want to go home, and I am about to tell her as much when Tal races into the room.

He sighs. "You didn't take your suppressants, did you?" he says, and I shake my head.

"I didn't take my nighttime ones," I admit. He curses under his breath.

"That explains… the allure you held for them, without knowing." He sniffs me, and I fight the urge to cringe.

"They called on you?" he murmurs, and I shake my head.

"Your scent is ridiculously strong. I could barely notice it before, but now," he pauses, "you smell …" He groans. "Fuck, you smell good." His words come out in a snarl as his eyes flicker. He shakes himself, and Brianna puts herself between us. He blinks a couple of times before snapping himself out of it.

"Yeah, your scent is a little too strong, but a promise is a promise," he says, handing over some cash.

"Who are they?" I ask him, taking the cash.

"You know we don't speak of our clients, just like you girls. We don't give them your real names, and you keep your masks on. It's for everyone's safety."

Brianna quickly takes the cash from me, counting it.

"Brianna gives them her name," I tell him.

"Yes, but she does the behind curtain entertainment," Tal says, and Brianna glares at him.

"You should have told them no, Tal," Brianna growls at him, and Tal sighs.

Since I barely did anything, I would have given most of it back if I didn't owe Martha so much, but I am kind of desperate for the cash right now. Hopefully, it will be enough until I start this new job tomorrow and hopefully start bringing in a paycheck each month.

"Well, with your scent as intoxicating as it is right now, Zara, I suggest you head home before you scent all over this place, since you aren't into the extra services," Tal says, and he is right. I need to get home before my scent becomes dangerously strong. An unmated Omega does not want to be caught on the streets late at night while smelling like a drug to damn Alphas.

I quickly get changed and grab my handbag, pulling my hoodie over my head. Just as I’m about to leave, Tal calls out from behind the bar. "Good luck tomorrow, Z," he says, nodding to me, and I smile, slipping out of the club.

Getting home, I am exhausted as I trudge up the steps, only to stop when I see Mike changing the locks to my doors. Martha leans on the wall next to him but pushes off it when she notices me.

"You got my money?" she demands, and I dig through my pockets, staring at Mike's back. I hand it to her and she counts it.

"There is only $1,000 here, Zara! Where is the rest of it?"

"I just need more time," I plead, looking at my apartment door.

"No, you have had enough. You were warned, Zara. I'm sorry. I am not running a charity," Martha says, and I almost choke on fear.

"I will get you more. I start a new job tomorrow," I tell her, rummaging through my bag to show her my employee card. Martha shakes her head.

"Martha, please, it is the middle of winter."

"Lock it up, Mike," Martha says, glancing over her shoulder.

"Martha!" I beg. Martha looks at me sadly but shakes her head. I look at the door desperately.

"Please, just tonight," I beg, but once again, she shakes her head.

"Well… I… can I at least get my suppressants and some clothes? It's freezing out there, and I can't go to work like this."

"The answer is no, Zara. I won't be taken advantage of."

"Taken advantage of is what I will be if I don't get my suppressants. Please, Martha," I tell her, throwing myself at her. She wrinkles her nose and pushes me back.