Page 63 of Alpha’s Possession

"I'm not supposed to without Raidon or one of the others with me," Leon says, though his eyes darken, turning a deep crimson, and I can tell he wants to.

"Here, spray some de-scenter on," he says, opening the drawer in my desk and dousing me in it. He chokes and coughs on it, and so do I. Yet it only dampens my scent, it doesn't rid me of it. I’m gone, in full flight-or-fight mode, but I can do neither to escape the situation.

"Ah, Thane wants us to bring coffee in," Leon says, dropping the can into the drawer. I don't move as he walks down toward the kitchenette.

"Zara! I don't know how to work the coffee machine!" Leon hisses, waving me over. I nibble my lip, glancing at the door. To get to the kitchenette, I have to pass the glass-paneled conference room. Looking around my desk desperately, I grab a folder and use it as a shield to cover my face, pretending I’m reading it.

Yeah, real smooth, not at all obvious that I’m hiding. Leon passes the mugs to me while I get a tray and start the machine. I busily make the coffees and set them on the tray before giving it to him. Leon stares at me funnily before he laughs.

"Seriously, you're not scared of Thane, but that fool gets you all freaked out?" Leon chuckles and moves toward the conference room, slipping inside. I peek out the door, waiting for the Alpha to turn his head away as Leon enters the room. When he does, I dart for the elevator, but I don't escape Thane's gaze.

I know I’ll get Thane's fury for this later. As I dart past, Thane looks up. My eyes widen when I hear him excuse himself. I run for the fire exit, knowing the elevator will take too long. My hands hit the door, and I’m almost free when Thane's hand wraps around my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growls. "I knew you would run," he snarls, shoving me toward the conference room.

I turn, needing to leave, only to smack into his chest. He grips my arms. "Fucking settle down. You fuck this up, and there will be consequences."

"Please, I’ll go sit with Leila. Just don't make me go in there. I don't want to be up here with that Alpha," I plead, as he looks down at me. When I hear his voice behind me, every muscle in my body tenses. His scent reaches me, and I hold my breath. Why, why do the stupid serums have to affect us like this?

"Thane, is everything alright?"

I cringe at his deep voice before I hear him sniff the air. I swallow.

"Everything is fine. Just having issues with the Omega. You know how they get," Thane answers, looking past me.

"I'm surprised you have one here after everything with Harlow," Mr. Bowman says as Thane turns me toward the conference room. I face the imposing figure standing by the door. I gulp, my eyes running over the monster responsible for killing my sister. He wears a gray, tailored suit. He’s clean-shaven and bulky. He smiles before blinking. As soon as recognition hits, the smile slips off his face.

"Yeah, things change, I guess," Thane says, nudging me forward. The Alpha's eyes are locked on mine, and mine are on his.

"Zara, this is Alpha Jake Bowman from the Obsidian Pack. Jake, this is Zara, she’s an assistant here."

He looks between Thane and me.

"You found her," Mr. Bowman whispers, sounding shocked. I only just catch his words, and my heart nearly stops.

"Pardon?" Thane asks, and the Alpha shakes his head.

"You found one. An Omega, I mean," he corrects himself. He holds his hand out to me. I take a step toward Thane and grip his wrist. The Alpha ignores my reaction and grabs my hand.

"Zara, such a pretty name. I knew someone by that name once," he says, his grip tightening on my hand. He jerks me toward him and out of Thane's grip.

"Fuck, you smell just like her too," he groans, burying his face in my neck before sweeping my hair over my shoulder. He groans lewdly, pulling me flush against him, and all I can do is hold my breath.

Chapter Fifty-Three

~Harlow~

"Yes, I am sorry about that, Alpha. She forgot to take her suppressants this morning," Thane says, placing his hand on my shoulder and forcing his face away from my neck.

"Sorry, sorry. Where are my manners?" the Alpha says, staring at my unmarked neck as he takes a step back.

"Shall we continue the meeting?" he says. I wait for him to out me, but he never does. Thane leads me into the conference room.

"Such pretty little things, Omegas. I should know, I’ve gone through plenty of them," Alpha Jake states, watching me as Thane leads me to his side of the table.

I’m on autopilot. I can't think, speak, or do anything. I just stare in horror as my instincts tell me to flee or fall at their feet. They go about their business. However, the Alpha's eyes keep darting toward me. I barely pay attention to what they say, until I hear my name mentioned.

"I'm sure she won't mind, would you, Zara? And she is no good to you, Thane," Alpha Jake says, and I blink, wondering what I missed.