Page 112 of Alpha’s Possession

“Get rid of the phone, quickly. Take whatever numbers you need and get rid of it,” Rhen tells me.

Hearing the intercom for the front gate, we all look to the door. Leon hits the buzzer to let the taxi in. Raidon grabs my bag and moves toward the front door. My heart beats faster, knowing I’m getting out of here. The thought of being free is just as scary as remaining.

It is incredible how a person has the ability to be comfortable in their misery, and leaving here for the unknown scares me more than Thane. Yet I’m not going to lie down and die or let him rip my daughter from me, so I suck in a breath and move toward the door.

Raidon opens the trunk and tosses the bag in. I move toward the back door, and Leon opens it. The driver, although startled, says nothing when Leon grabs me before I can climb in. His lips crash against mine.

“Take care of our daughter,” he whispers when he pulls back. “When we can, we will come for you. When it’s safe.”

“Find a way to contact us so we know you’re okay,” Raidon tells me.

“But Thane—”

“We will handle Thane. Until then, it isn’t safe for you here,” Rhen tells me. I chew my lip before hopping into the car. Rhen shuts the door, and the driver pulls away.

“Where to, Ma’am?”

“The train station,” I answer him, pulling Rhen’s phone out and unlocking it with my birthdate. I scroll through the contacts, pulling up Alpha Jake’s number. My hands shake as I hit the call button and lift the phone to my ear. The phone rings a few times before finally, he answers.

“Rhen?” Jake asks. It sounds like he is somewhere loud, with lots of noises in the background.

“No, Alpha Jake, it’s Harlow,” I tell him. My heartbeat picks up, and I feel sick to my stomach at what I am about to do.

“Harlow?” he says in a hushed tone.

“I need your help,” I tell him.

“Where are you?” he asks, and I let out a breath.

Chapter Eighty-Five

~Harlow~

Alpha Jake tells me to catch a train. He will pick me up at the Clairview City station because it would take hours for him to drive here. He offers to make the drive, but when I explain why I can’t wait, he agrees that the train is the better option.

I sit with my bag clutched tightly in my lap, the strap over one shoulder. I’m in the very last carriage, where the security guard is. He watches me curiously but says nothing about me being here.

My eyes sting from exhaustion, but fear keeps me awake and alert. Each stop the train makes has me staring out the window, worried Thane will be there to retrieve me and drag me back to the Den. After an hour, I relax slightly.

The security guard clears his throat, and I snap my eyes open. I hadn’t even realized I had closed them. In his hand, he holds a wrapped sandwich, offering it to me.

“Eat. You look pale,” he says, his eyes roaming over my face and down my arms. I thank him and take it.

His eyes dart to my hands, where there’s still blood beneath my fingernails. His aura slips out, and only then do I realize he’s an Alpha. It makes me suddenly nervous, but he moves back to his side of the carriage and sits down before eating his own dinner.

I look at the egg sandwich wrapped in clear film. The carton looks untampered with, so I open it. My stomach growls hungrily. I polish it off in four bites, which makes the security guard chuckle. My face heats with embarrassment, but he shakes his head and rises to his feet before handing me the other half of his. I shake my head.

“Take it. I can get more from the other carriage,” he tells me, and I thank him. He sits back down. He gets up at each stop to watch the passengers. He wanders off a few times to check tickets before returning and retaking his seat. I groan, wondering how many stops before I get there.

“You can sleep; I won’t let anyone near you,” the security guard tells me. I chew my lip. He’s been kind so far, and not at all creepy. But he’s still an Alpha, and I am an Omega.

Yet as the train slowly continues, my eyes grow heavy. I fight to remain awake when I feel something soft placed over me. My eyes fly open to find the security guard placing his jacket over me and glancing at my ticket.

“I will wake you up before your stop,” he says with a nod and sets my ticket back in the side pocket of my bag. I watch him move back to his seat. “Sorry, instinct to protect. You’re an Omega. Your de-scenter isn’t working because you’re—” He points at my belly.

Those instincts are clearly dead in Thane. Just the thought of him twists my stomach and makes my heart race, but sleep takes me moments later, suddenly feeling a little reassured.

“Ma’am?” his deep voice says, shaking my shoulder. I jump glancing around in panic.