Page 55 of Alpha’s Possession

"Do you not feel the pull to her?" Raidon asks, but he’s looking at Rhen, not me.

I swallow. I feel strange sparks when I touch her. The same ones I feel whenever I touch my mates. But she isn't our mate.

"It doesn't matter what I feel toward her. No Omegas," I tell them.

Rhen growls, and I can feel his sadness. It’s natural for them to want an Omega, but I know it’s only her heat and pheromones that are making us feel this way about her. Leon snarls, getting to his feet. I try to grab his arm as he passes by me, but he pulls away.

"You need to get over Harlow. She isn't here, yet you insist on punishing us," Leon snarls before stomping up the steps and leaving the Den. I sigh and turn back to my other two mates.

"She can stay until we find her a safe place to live, but that's it," I tell them.

"Leon's right, Thane. It’s about time you got over Harlow. We want an Omega. I know you think it's because she was in heat and it’s fucking with us, but packs need Omegas," Rhen says, sweeping her hair from her face.

"Not our pack," I growl.

"It's not just your decision," Raidon says, challenging me. I look to see if he truly wants to fight me on this. They never challenge my decisions, but I can tell they are willing to—for her.

"We don't even know her," I growl.

"She’s an Omega, and they are rare. What does her past matter? I know we could convince her to stay," Rhen says.

"She hates us," I snap at him.

"Because you're a dick to her. She needs an Alpha, and she knows it. With us, she would have four. She would be safe and looked after. Who wouldn't want that?" Raidon asks.

"Harlow didn't," I snarl at him before leaving.

She isn't ours. After Harlow, we all agreed that no Omega would ever join our pack. How is it possible that only a few weeks around this one would make them change their minds? I head to my room, passing Leon's on the way. His door is open, so I pop my head in. I find him on the floor beside his bed with a blood bag in his hands.

"Get out," he snaps, lifting his gaze to mine.

"Leon, we have talked about this."

"No, you talked about it. We never agreed. You made the decision for us and we just accepted it," he growls at me.

He’s wrong. We had all agreed, or so I thought. Am I in denial? Did I just assume they agreed with my decision? They definitely never spoke differently about the choice. Yet, acceptance and agreement are two different things.

"Leon, I—"

"I said get out," Leon growls. I raise my brows at his tone and press my lips in a line. Leon is the youngest of our pack and the most challenging when it comes to keeping him in line. He loves pressing my buttons, just so I will punish him.

Yet this isn't his playful, cheeky side. He’s angry and doesn't want me near him. I swallow and nod, leaving him be. I close his door behind me and move toward my bedroom, which is next to his. Sitting in my room, it suddenly feels cold and lonely in here.

After a few minutes, the silence becomes deafening. The feelings of hurt coming through our bond is agonizing, so I get dressed and head to the office. Once again, I don't remember the drive and only become aware of my surroundings when I see the security car pass where I sit in my car in the underground lot. He’s getting ready to close up the building.

I see him pull up behind my car and I climb out.

"What's up?" I ask, wondering what he wants.

"I was actually about to call you,” he says, rolling down his window. “We found something while doing rounds at the loading dock."

My brows furrow in confusion.

"Hop in. I’ll take you around back. We checked the security footage too, and there’s something you might want to see," my security guard tells me. I sigh, retrieving my phone and keys before locking my car.

I climb into the security car with him. He drives slowly, checking the doors as we go and switching the elevators off, before driving out to the loading docks. He parks just inside the roller doors, and I see another of my security guards in the loft upstairs, looking behind shelving units with a flashlight.

"We found a can of de-scenter in the bin, which we thought was odd since no Omegas work here, except your assistant," he tells me.