Page 110 of Alpha’s Possession

I spend the vast majority of the day asleep. I wake up around lunchtime to the sound of the door opening. When I see it’s just a sandwich and fruit, I turn away, not bothering to climb the steps.

Thane is no longer forcing me to eat the same thing every day. Raidon, I know, convinced him that I need more than what he was feeding me. I need a larger variety of foods. Yet I can’t be bothered with climbing the stairs to eat the bland, tasteless crap he serves me today. I will lose my mind if I have to eat one more damn apple. Any fruit other than apples, but I am sick of apples. I return to my Den and drift back to sleep.

Later that afternoon, I wander over to a window. I drag a chair over and try to peek out. I try in vain to open it, but it doesn’t budge. With one last heave, I growl, becoming angry, and I punch it. To my astonishment, the glass cracks. I stare at my bleeding hand for a second before looking at the fractured window. Adrenaline pumps through me at the thought of escape, and I punch it again. I don’t even feel when it cuts into my hand, but I do feel the breeze outside as the glass continues to break.

Now I just need to find a way to climb up high enough to squeeze through it. It will be a tight fit, extremely tight with how large my belly has gotten, and I hope I don’t get stuck. I probably won’t escape unscathed, but my freedom is right on the other side of this busted window.

Looking around, I grab whatever I can to get myself as high as possible. Breaking the window is one thing, but I don’t have the strength to lift myself up and through it. With blood dripping everywhere, I stack cushions and boxes on top of the chair. I get that little bit closer until finally, I dare to climb up. I am still shocked that I broke it!

I have been trying to smash, break, and open it for weeks. Nothing I did worked. Yet, in a moment of pure frustration, I did it. Maybe the window felt sorry for me and my pathetic attempts from earlier.

Trying to balance on the stack of crap I piled on the chair, I have to turn my head sideways to fit it through the tight gap. Gripping the sides of the window frame, I pull myself through. The glass digs into my hands as I try to heave my body through the small opening. I hiss in pain as glass shards, still stuck in the frame, slice through my back. As I hang from the window, my head, arms, and chest outside in the cool afternoon breeze, I discover another issue: how do I get my stomach through? My skin is tight, and my belly is bulging.

Kicking my legs, I manage to twist on my side and grip the top of the tiny window frame. Glass tears through my sides and hips as I force myself through the window. Once I’m out, I peer down at my body to ensure I didn’t cut anything vital.

I’m free!

My skin is slippery as I brush my hands over my legs and hips to get rid of any remaining glass. My skin is slick with the warmth of my blood. Yet my belly is unscathed. Glancing around, I can hear the gardener mowing the lawn on the other side of the house.

I can’t run down the long driveway; it’s too exposed and I would be spotted easily. In my state, someone will definitely call the authorities, who would only drag me back here.

So instead, I step out past the wall and peek around the corner, only to stop dead in my tracks. Thane is standing in front of me, looking extremely angry with his arms folded across this chest. I pivot to run in the opposite direction, only to find Rhen walking up from the other side of the mansion, with Raidon close behind him.

I was so sure they were at work.

“Harlow,” Leon breathes, coming up behind Thane. His disappointment is loud and clear through the bond. But what did he expect me to do? What are the chances of finally breaking a window the moment they are due home?

I couldn’t have waited. They would have noticed the broken window, which makes me wonder if Thane was watching me through the camera the whole time. Thane waves for me to come to him. I shake my head. He growls as I give a wistful glance to the forest on the edge of their property.

“Think about it, Harlow. You can’t speak unless asked a question. You have no money, no place to go, and no way to get there even if you did,” Thane tells me. Tears burn my eyes at his words, knowing he’s right.

“I should make you go back in the same way you got out,” Thane tells me. I press my lips in a line glancing over my shoulder at the broken window. There’s shattered glass all over.

“So, what will it be?” Thane asks.

Instead of answering, I turn back to the window. Rhen’s shriek of panic and Thane’s fear rattle through the bond as I move toward the window. Going in will be a lot worse than crawling out. Hands grab my hips as I bend down, but I’m not going for the window frame.

No, I want the massive shard of glass I saw. My fingers wrap around it just as I am yanked backward by Thane. I struggle in his grip as he snarls, turning me around. Aiming for his chest, I stab him.

I stare at the glass protruding from him in shock as blood begins to soak his shirt.

Chapter Eighty-Four

~Harlow~

The glass slices my hand, making it difficult to grip and aim where I stab him. I miss his shoulder and embed it a little below his collarbone.

Thane grunts, and my eyes go wide, seeing what I did. I can’t believe I stabbed him. Thane’s grip on me tightens as he looks at the glass protruding from him. I wanted to stab him, but I still can’t believe I actually had the guts to do it. To hurt another person.

The anger I felt instantly dissipates with the horror of what I did. Thane growls furiously, and the entire front of his shirt turns bright red as he yanks the glass out. His face twists in fury and his canines protrude frighteningly fast.

I hear a menacing growl off to the side of me. Before I can turn to see who made the savage sound, I catch a glimpse of Leon as he blurs past me and tackles Thane to the ground. Leon punches him, making Thane’s head snap back with the force. I can tell through the bond that Thane is startled by the sudden attack.

I am startled.

Attacking your Alpha is suicide. I think that the only reason Thane takes such disrespect is because they are mates, with a fully forged bond.

Yet being mates doesn’t stop Leon from raining blow after blow down on Thane. Raidon and Rhen stand by, shocked by Leon’s actions, before they finally react. Leon’s fangs protrude from his mouth, and he rips Thane’s head to the side before tearing into his neck. Thane’s attempts to throw him off grow weaker and weaker until eventually he falls slack. His command over me drops abruptly, making me wonder if he’s dead or if he’s just weakened enough for his hold to break.