Page 62 of Alpha’s Possession

Leon chuckles and nudges me.

“You really are trying to earn those brownie points today, aren’t you?” he taunts.

“I didn’t mean…” I shake my head, but don’t bother defending myself. It would be pointless.

“Is that your way of saying you like us?” Raidon asks. “Are we the exception?” he laughs.

“No, now you’re putting words in my mouth. You four are tolerable, barely!” I tell him. “Besides, if I can control myself around Thane, I’ll be fine. No Alpha in this city is as potent as he is,” I say, rummaging through my handbag for my name tag.

“He’s not from the city. He is from the Obsidian Pack, an Alpha-of-Alphas, so stick close and don’t piss him off,” Thane says. I almost throw up at his words.

“Obsidian Pack?” I squeak without meaning to.

“You’ll be fine. We won’t let him hurt you. Anyway, he’s in our territory. He wouldn’t dare,” Thane growls, thinking my fear is for the Alpha’s reputation. He can’t possibly realize my fear stems from the fact that I have this Alpha’s serum in my veins, along with Thane’s.

Thane’s serum should be stronger, since it was the second one I got, plus all the time I’ve spent around him. But how will I handle being between two Alphas-of-Alphas, both of whom my body has been wired to? Thane and his pack are hard enough.

But another thing dawns on me. This Alpha met my sister. My identical twin sister, minus the scarring. He’ll know who I am!

Chapter Fifty-Two

~Harlow~

Thane parks in the underground lot, and everyone hops out of the car while I try to come up with an excuse that will get me out of the building for however long the meeting will last. But I know there is no way out of it once Thane grips my elbow and tugs me toward the elevator.

"Maybe it would be best if I’m not here?" Thane glances at me. "You know, with me being an Omega. I wouldn't want to make anyone uncomfortable," I tell them as the elevator goes up.

"None of us have time to bring you home. It will be fine," Thane says while jamming the button a few extra times, as if it will make the metal box we’re crammed in go any faster. I pray it gets stuck halfway up, and he’ll have to cancel the meeting. But we all know my luck is non-existent, so of course, it goes directly to our floor without incident.

The doors open, and I see Leila leaning on my desk, frantically typing away on her phone. She looks up and tosses her arms in the air.

"Hell, not one of you can answer your phone?" she hisses. Thane growls at her. Leila narrows her eyes at him, holds a finger to her lips, and points to the conference room. Thane looks toward it before pulling his phone from his pocket. I glance at the clock. It’s still a few minutes before ten.

"He got in early," Leila hisses.

I take a step back, only to bump into Rhen. He grunts when my heel connects with his toes, his hand gripping my elbow.

"Fuck, how long?" Thane hisses at her.

"He’s been here half an hour already; said he has to head back earlier than expected," Leila says. Thane curses, turning to look at us. His eyes fall on me. My panic is making me sweat profusely and sweat means pheromones. Thane grips my arms.

"What is going on with you? Pull yourself together and go grab the Obsidian Pack files. He holds one of our largest contracts. We lose this deal, and we will lose other contracts too. You need to pull yourself together," he snarls, and I gulp.

"Rhen, Raidon, with me. Leon, watch over Zara," he says. Rhen and Raidon follow him down the corridor to the conference room, disappearing inside.

"Well, call if you need me, but I have to go let the technician in on level 2," Leila says, heading for the elevator just as Leon grabs my hand. He tugs me to my desk and pulls out my chair before dumping me in it.

Shaking myself, I breathe through my mouth, trying to ignore all the heady, dominant Alpha scents, hoping it will ease my discomfort. I switch my computer on and log in. I find the files and quickly send them to Thane's tablet, which I hear beep a few moments later. I move on to checking their emails, and Leon leans in closer, sniffing me.

"Fuck Zara, are you sick?" he asks, touching my forehead. All I can smell is my pheromones; if that Alpha walks out right now, I’m screwed. He’ll know an Omega is here. I can hear them talking, yet I focus on my computer when Leon sweeps my hair over my shoulder.

"Damn, you smell good," he groans behind me. It suddenly occurs to me that Leon can probably dampen my scent.

"Feed on me," I tell him, grabbing his tie and jerking him closer. Leon shrieks, clearly not expecting the forceful invitation, but he can leech on me as much as he wants as long as it means killing my damn pheromones.

"What? You actually want me to?" he asks, shocked. I turn in my seat to glare at him.

"Fucking feed on me, now! I do not want to send that prick into a rut over my damn scent," I growl at him. Leon tilts his head to the side, observing my face.