Page 134 of Alpha’s Possession

“I’m not done, and I am not blaming you, but your way of thinking is how every Alpha thinks. Zara and I hated our parents, until we figured out why they did it. We were tossed into the sanctuary right after they died; became wards of the state. And the first thing they teach us is how to please an Alpha. On our first day there, we weren’t taught math or science. We are taught how to pleasure an Alpha,” I tell him.

“Sex education. Everyone is taught that,” Thane says, and I chuckle.

“We thought it was a sex education class too. Turns out, every class was like that. How to sit, how to speak when with an Alpha, how to obey, even how to suck dick. Normal classes ended at the age of twelve. No more art, no more English, or whatever the fuck you were taught. It is all about how to pleasure an Alpha. Taught about the serums. Told how we will die if we can’t take their knot. Taught the laws surrounding our ownership. Taught how we aren’t people, we are belongings. That’s what they teach you in the sanctuary.”

Thane opens his mouth, no doubt to dispute what I said, but I cut him off.

“Then we are given a choice: rotation or pack life. Those are the two choices we are given. That’s it. Now imagine growing up hating your parents for running, only to learn that they were running because it was the only chance we had for a normal life. Omegas are raised to be used and abused. Nothing more and nothing less. Expected to obey, look pretty, and open our damn legs and accept any dick that is forced on us. Sure, they tell us it will be a lavish lifestyle, and we won’t have to work unless we choose rotation; told that we will be adored by our packs, if we choose one or if we are sold to one. But all I saw was that my future depended on how well I could fuck!”

Thane appears to think for a second, his brows pinch together before he leans back to look at me. “My mother never told me that.”

“Why would she? She was raised to obey too—raised to be an Alpha’s whore,” I tell him, getting to my feet.

“Harlow,” Thane says as I leave. I am over this argument already.

Stopping, I stare at the ceiling for a second. Digging into my back pocket, I pull out the ultrasound picture and hand it to him. Thane takes it, brushing his thumb over the image.

“Your mother told me you were a good man. That you would look after me,” I tell him and he looks up at me. “For our daughter’s sake, I hope that’s true. Because if she is born Omega, I hope you see more than dollar signs over her head. I hope you value her more than you do me; value her enough to look past her DNA. If she is born Omega, her fate is in your hands, just like mine is,” I tell him, walking out of the living room and up the stairs.

Chapter Ninety-Six

~Harlow~

Once I am back in Leon’s room, I shut the door. I don’t intend to speak with Thane again until he pulls his head out of his ass. Yet, in true Thane form, unwilling to be on the tail end of a losing argument, he busts the door down within minutes of me climbing into bed.

A squeak leaves me as the door bangs against the dresser, making the mirror on top rattle.

“You don’t get to yell and scream at me and then run from me.” He is furious, but I can tell through the bond that his anger isn’t directed at me. As he moves closer to the bed, I shuffle upright, knowing all too well how unpredictable his mood swings are.

“I’m not going to hurt you. For fuck’s sake, Harlow, stop flinching. I have never beaten you.”

“No, you only locked me in a damn Den and ordered me around and used your damn aura on me,” I snap at him. My hand slips to the nightstand, where I keep the wolfsbane spray Rhen gave me. My fingers wrap around the can, my finger on the trigger.

“I can’t take what I did back, but you can stop throwing it in my face every damn chance you get,” he growls. His eyes turn onyx and his canines protrude. My eyes widen in horror as flashbacks of him chasing and charging at me flood the forefront of my mind. Thane reaches for me, and I shriek, squeezing the trigger, only for the nozzle to be facing the wrong way, accidentally drenching and blinding myself.

I choke, gasping for air as I inhale it. My eyes and skin burn as if I have been doused in acid, and I drop the can and claw at my face.

“Fuck!” I hear Thane swear as I blindly reach for the blanket, needing to remove the substance burning me. Hands move under my legs and ass as I flail and cough on the wolfsbane.

“Don’t swallow it,” Thane panics. I feel cold water blast me from the ensuite’s shower. My feet slip on the floor, yet his arm under my belly holds me steady.

“Hang on,” Thane says, scrubbing my face with soap while I spit out torrents of water so I don’t swallow any. The soap makes my eyes burn even more. I can hear the mind-link open. Thane is trying to reply to them, yet all I can focus on is the burning of my skin.

Eventually, the pain eases. I blink, my vision returning, and I stare at the black tiled wall. Blood coats the floor from the spray eating away at my skin. Something is forced against my lips. I choke as his metallic-tasting blood floods my mouth.

“Drink. It’s my blood,” Thane urges. I grab his wrist, swallowing it down. His blood doesn’t work as quickly as Leon’s, but I can feel my skin heal slowly the more I drink it.

“Did you swallow any?” Thane asks, and I shake my head, pulling away from his bleeding wrist. I hate that I can’t shift. Everything takes longer to heal without it.

“Geez, Harlow. I’m not going to hurt you,” Thane says before sticking his hand inside my shirt. I grip his wrist, my nails digging in; he hisses and growls behind me as his hand slips into my bra.

He steals the serum that I always keep on me, and I snatch it off him. “I’m not taking it. Use it, Harlow,” he whispers, and I peer up at him over my shoulder. Thane adjusts the shower temperature, turning the heat up.

“I’m pregnant, Thane; it will affect our daughter.”

“Our daughter has four fathers and a stubborn-ass mother to keep her in line. Use it. She will be born Alpha. It will enhance my DNA in your system and override yours, ensuring she won’t be Omega,” Thane tells me, and I look at the vial. “There is no way in this world I would let our daughter be sold off, even if she does choose that life,” Thane growls.

“Omegas are rare, Thane. We are almost extinct.”