Alphas Possession
Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 4

Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 4

Chapter 4

2 years Later My landlord’s voice in the stairwell made my stomach drop as she spoke to thehandyman about the damn light fixtures that didn’t work. I cringe, tugging my blazer higher to cover myneck and part of my face. Praying she doesn’t notice me. The rent was four months late. I tried tosneak past Martha by holding my ratty-looking handbag higher to cover my face, but I don’t gounmissed when I am forced to squeeze past her as I hastily try to escape. “Zara!” she shrieks as I try toescape her wrath. I pause and slowly turn to face her. Her reddish, greying hair was pulled up in a bunon her head, and two hair picks were stuck through it with snakeheads on them. Martha steps aroundthe handyman standing on a ladder while pulling apart the old light fitting above high up on thewall. “Where is my rent money? You promised to have it last week,” she screeched, and I internallygroaned. Martha was a tough old woman, and she looked the part with her denim jacket, black boots,and dark blue skinny leg jeans on. No one messed with Martha here. She would kick your ass and tossyou to the curb, and I had seen her beat a group of vandals that got past the crumbling lobby. Marthawhipped their asses real good and broke a skateboard over one of their heads. Safe to say, they didn’treturn. It secretly made me wonder if she wasn’t human. She struck fear in everyone, but she was alsoquite understanding and lovely, too. As long as you’re not four months behind in rent like I am. “I willhave it. I just need a little—” I try to tell her. “No, it has been four months. You have until the end of theday, 6 PM, missy,” she says, clicking her fingers at me before pointing her index finger at me. “6 PM,” Inodded my head and gulped. Martha was usually nice, however. I had surpassed the tipping point ofher generosity. Sure, the place was a dump, but it was cheap, but I couldn’t even afford cheap at thispoint. I couldn’t even sell anything because the place I rented came fully furnished, and I had little inthe way of possessions. “I have a job interview today. Soon, I will have it.” I pleaded my case toher. “Soon isn’t good enough. I have bills to pay.” I rummage through my pockets and pull out my lasthundred dollars, besides some loose change floating around in the bottom of my handbag. Brianna hadintroduced me to her boss at the local strip club she worked at. Talon let me wash dishes occasionally,so I had enough money to buy some groceries and money to get around the city while I hunted for a

job. Martha snatches it, shaking it in the air at me. “I am sick of the crumbs; I mean it, Zara. 6 PM or Iwill have Mike change the locks,” she says, pointing to Mike. He hangs his head and smiles sadly. Thedude was creepy as fuck and mute, but he always came running when something needed to befixed. “I’ll have something for you this afternoon,” I tell her. “No, you will have all of it. You owe menearly four thousand in rent plus utilities. I was nice enough to let you stay here with your fake ID andyour shitty backstory, which I don’t for one second believe,” she snaps, turning away from me anddismissing me. Shit! Martha figured me out. I wondered briefly how long she had known and if she sawstraight through it from the start and gave me the benefit of the doubt. God, I hope the company I wasinterviewing at didn’t look too closely at me. They may question why I don’t have the scar. Or why I wasusing a dead girl’s ID. Though I always explained it away with my expert contour skills, ha I couldn’tcontour to save my life. They don’t need to know that, though. Technically, she is my twin. We justaren’t 100% identical, similar, but not identical. Twins are one and the same, so not like it was exactlyfake. It was my dead sister’s. Not like she was going to use it. And I can’t risk the Omega facility replaceingme. No one is looking for a dead girl! But I would worry about that later. I had a job interview andneeded to get to the city center and twenty minutes to get there or I would be late. I raced across townfor the interview and just made it with three minutes to spare. The skyscraper was intimidating as Igazed up at the massive building. I was shocked when I got a call back to be interviewed. They mustbe desperate because just stepping into the foyer, I felt way out of my element. It was at some techcompany, and they were looking for a receptionist. Walking in, I followed signs to the elevator, replaceingthe correct floor. A woman instantly approached me the second I stepped out through the elevatordoors. Her little black dress was tight, showing her curves and ample cleavage. Her blonde wavy hairwas tied in a ponytail high on her head, and porcelain-perfect skin and bright red lipstick on. She wasbeautiful. Her heels clicked on the marble floors as she made her way over to me. She sniffed the airas she stopped next to me. “You must be Zara. I’m Leila. We talked on the phone,” she says, holdingout her hand to me. I gulp, noticing the blood-red ring around her eyes. This woman was a vampire. Itake her icy hand, and she squeezes it gently. “Yes, I am. Have you been waiting long?” I asked her.That didn’t look good, that she was waiting in the foyer for me. Was I late? I glanced at the huge gold

clock above the shiny elevator doors that I could see my reflection in. “No, I am conducting theinterview, if you’ll follow me,” she says, turning and briskly walking away toward a set of double doors. Istumbled after the woman. However, Leila was definitely a vampire. Although, I was confused as Icaught up to her, and she started talking about the position. “Thane wanted to conduct the interviewhimself, but he and his mates had to leave on short notice for a meeting downstairs, so I was taskedwith the interview. So I am sorry about the short notice, but you can meet them tomorrow when youstart, the other two girls well, let’s just say they would not do, you know how Betas are, they don’t takeorders well, and those two all they could talk about was Thane and Rhen —” she says, shaking herhead and I stopped walking. “Wait, I thought this was a receptionist’s job. The ad said, foyerreceptionist?” I asked. “Thane didn’t want the media knowing he killed another personal secretary.” Myeyes widen, and I mouthed what the fuck to myself. Thane, I’m assuming he was the boss? Why didshe keep saying that name? And wait, did she say he killed his last secretary? Leila kept talking, notnoticing me on the verge of having a panic attack. “Yet when I saw you are of Omega blood, I knew youwould be perfect and controllable,” she said. Which I knew she meant easily commanded andsubmissive by nature. What the fuck did I apply for? She took me to the top floor and showed mearound. “Don’t you want to interview me? I have references,” I rummage through my handbag, but herhand falls on my arm. “No, need. I have a strange feeling you are exactly what they are looking for, andneed.” she says with a soft giggle, while her eyes were roaming over me from head to toe, licking herlips. I fought the urge not to step away from her hungered gaze. It was near impossible to replace a job inthis city, especially one that didn’t risk your life, and since the company I worked for went broke afterthe vamps killed the manager and set the place alight, I have been up struggle street since. There werehardly any jobs, and the jobs available required tossing any scrap of dignity out the window and beingprepared to do things I wasn’t sure I was comfortable doing. The interview went for an hour, and by thetime I left her, she assured me the position was definitely mine. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Thelast thing I wanted to be was trapped with four alphas. They could literally destroy me, commandanything of me. I shake that thought away. I couldn’t be picky. A job was a job, and this was the largesttech company in the city, so if I could survive here even a year, that would look good on my

resume. But now I had something else to worry about. I couldn’t go back to my apartment empty-handed, and I was starving, so I did something I thought I would never do. I rang Brianna in theelevator; she was my only friend in the city. In fact, she was the only person I knew here on a personallevel, and only because I helped her out one day when she got locked out of her apartment next doorto mine; she had since moved, but we kept in contact. I was seriously debating asking if they neededsomeone for one night on the floors; I shuddered at the thought of being half-naked with leering hornygazes. But I also had no choice with Martha breathing down my neck about the rent. Briana said that iswhere the money is. In fact, so did her boss. Martha left me no choice, and the salary was paidmonthly, so I needed money to tide me over because the pocket change in the bottom of my handbagjiggling around as I walked would not pay the rent or feed me until then. Yet selling my body didn’tsound that appealing either, considering I was still a virgin, which was rare for an omega. Usually,packs claimed us or us them, but I had been using suppressants for years. My scent was faint, thoughmy ID clearly stated what I was, and there was no way I was going to go screaming that from therooftops. I didn’t want to be some Alphas bitch. I laughed bitterly because I was now literally fourAlphas coffee bitch; I was already dreading this job, and it hadn’t started yet. But Leila said they wereall mates, which was odd. Usually, a pack comprised one Alpha, not four and an Omega, yet she said itwas just four men. I was planning on walking over to the club. It would take me a good half an hour towalk there. I hoped Tal would just let me work behind the bar for the night because I sure as hell didn’twant to get on stage with Brianna. So I was stuck in my thoughts when the elevator opened and Istepped out, thinking it was the ground floor only to smack into a hard chest. Burning hot liquid tippedall over me and I hissed as I bounced off the person and fell on my ass. A thunderous growl rang loudlythrough the air and I yelped when hands reached down and gripped my arms tightly. Sparks andwarmth slipped up my arms, yet the pressure of his tight grip was bone-crushing as the man ripped meto my feet and shook me. “Fucking whore, you ruined my fucking suit.” the man snarled. I trembledunder his rage-filled silver gaze when he shoves me backward. My back hits the closed elevator doorsto replace I had run directly into the path of an Alpha. His tailored suit was drenched in hot coffee, andinstinctively I reached out to try to help clean up the mess. “Fucking useless, Omega,” he sneered as I

rushed to get tissues from the nearby foyer desk. I try to pat his shirt dry when his hand locks aroundmy wrist and the crushing pain steals the air from my lungs, his fingers bruising instantly. “I’m sorry, sosorry I didn’t see you,” I stammered as heat crawled through me, and I cursed at myself. His aura waspotent and powerful despite taking my morning suppressants, slick wet between my thighs. Stupidfucking Omega genes! I cursed to myself, cursed being an Omega. “Don’t fucking touch me,” hesneered, shoving me backward. His jaw clicked as he clenched his teeth. The look he gave me searedthrough me. My neck prickled and my cheeks flamed as people stared and I dropped my gaze. Tearsburned my eyes at the embarrassment of being scolded. “Now get out of my face,” he growled, shovingme toward the elevator. I did gladly, anything to get away from the intimidating Alpha. I wondered whothe man was, and hopefully, I never run into him again. I left the place shaken to my core, but afterleaving the giant building, I felt myself relax, the tension slowly leaving with every meter I put betweenmyself and the massive skyrise building.