Page 17 of Alpha’s Possession

“You’re forbidden fruit. Thane has one rule with him: no Omegas. It caused quite a stir when Rhen hunted him down earlier and found him here, looking for you.”

A shocked gasp leaves me.

“Wait, he waited here all day, wanting to feed on me?”

“Yes, so maybe use that to your advantage, Z. You need the money, and tonight was a slow night for you,” he says. I chew my lip when he grips my wrist and drops $50 in my hand. $57, wow.

“Did you call him and let him know I was in?” I ask.

“I don’t remember,” Tal says, feigning innocence. I shake my head, knowing he did. Why would he do that? I fold my arms across my chest and pin him with my glare.

“Look, I owe Thane money. Leon said if I let him know when you’re in next, he would pay a chunk of the debt.”

So that is why he was eager for me to stick around past my normal leaving time.

“You sold me?” I ask incredulously.

“It’s just blood. Virgin, Omega blood! It’s addictive to a hybrid, and since he fed on you last night, he has been bombarding me with messages. But I know he will pay you well, if you let him.”

“Let him feed on me!” I hiss at him. Tal shrugs, and waves to Leon over my head. I cringe when I feel him coming up behind me.

“Tal!”

“Z! Advantage, use it,” he says, and I swallow when I feel arms wrap around my waist. Thank god he didn’t scent me before I resprayed myself with de-scenter at work.

“Omega,” Leon purrs, burying his face in my neck.

My heart beats erratically, thumping against my ribs painfully. Turning in his arms I push him off me. He chuckles.

“I’ll give you a hundred dollars, just to let me bite you,” Leon says waving it in front of my face. I raise an eyebrow at him and fold my arms.

“Two hundred?” he offers.

“Three! And I am not fucking you,” I snap at him. This feels so degrading, but at three hundred I can book two nights in that shitty motel near work and buy some food and phone credit while I hunt for an extra job. One thing is clear: I need options. I can’t live off fresh air and sunshine, plus I need more cans of de-scenter. I just pray I won’t run out of suppressants, because those are expensive; nearly $700 for a month’s supply. I am running dangerously low, already having to double up, and tomorrow I’m going to triple the pills. Two pills did hardly anything today at work, so three pills a day morning and night won’t last me long.

“Deal,” he says, gripping my wrist and pulling me into the closest booth.

Chapter Twelve

~Harlow~

Leon doesn’t bother to give me a chance to sit down and calm my nerves. No, he has one intention, and that is to take what he wants with no regard for who he is taking it from.

To Leon, I am just some whore; an Omega who works in a seedy strip club and would do anything for money. Disposable. And damn, do I feel used. The moment the curtain closes, blocking any light from invading the gloomy looking booth, his teeth sink into my neck.

As his tongue laps at the surface of my skin, I release a startled, broken gasp from my lips. The pain intensifies as he pulls my body tight against his, eliminating any space between us.

A loud growl leaves Leon’s lips as I try to thrash against his grip, desperate to escape him, to escape the pain and the room. It wasn’t this painful the last time he fed off me. The pain this time is almost unbearable, until the endorphins flood my system and overwhelm me.

I begin to lose track of time, and my surroundings blur slightly. Yet, the longer Leon feeds on me, the more the pain dissipates, and ecstasy starts to vibrate through me. A feeling of euphoria washes over me as my body tingles, which only scares me more because I have to fight against this feeling, too.

His hand moves to my hair, and Leon tilts my head to the side a little more, exposing my neck to him and giving him a more beneficial angle. Leon’s grip rips hair from my scalp, leaving a painful, tingling sensation behind, and my eyes prick with tears at the discomfort of his grip.

A whimper escapes me when he bites another spot on my neck, this one slightly lower but close enough to the previous one, and I hiss at the new stinging sensation while feeling my blood slip down my shoulder and onto my chest.

As his sharp teeth puncture my skin, I can feel the blood draining from me, gushing out of my neck as his lips latch on to suck harder.

Pure, raw, and wild panic sets deep in my bones when Leon doesn’t stop. His grip on my hair becomes nearly unbearable, and fight-or-flight kicks in.