Alphas Possession

Two weeks Later.
Thane and Rhen would come down at
dinner time every two days and chuck their washing in the washing machine. Thane would always
command me not to move until they both left but other than that one sentence, I was never granted
more in the way of conversation. I was beginning to forget what my own voice sounded like.
Yet every two days, I get to dry and fold it. It is incredible how such a silly
task would become the highlight of my day those days. It was something to cure the boredom, if only momentarily.
Yet today, when Thane came back down to retrieve it, I peered over the side of my Den. I didn‘t bother moving, knowing he woul
d command me to remain still if I did. It seemed pointless and was just unnecessary pain.
He moved toward the basket of folded clothes tucking it under his
arm. Only when he turns around, he doesn‘t head for the stairs. He stops at the edge of the Den.
I stared at him, wondering what he wanted, when he reached into his jacket pocket. He then
tosses something on the cushioned floor. I stared at it, not daring to move toward it in case it was some sort of trick.
“Rhen linked it to his card,” is all he says before he walks off and up the stairs. I only move to retrieve the device when
I hear the door shut and lock in place–a kindle. I stared at the device, and tears pricked my eyes. I was
crying over the stupid device; I couldn‘t even tell you
if they were happy or sad tears. I was just crying for something so stupid. So basic. It wasn‘t a TV, but it was something. I always
loved reading, but one, I could never really afford books, two, they were a bitch to carry while on the run.
Raidon POV
Leon needed blood, he had gone two weeks with only feeding on us, and his hunger was burning out of control. I already checke
d with my mother, who said while not ideal, it wouldn‘t hurt our baby to feed on her, though it would weaken her physically becau
se were–babies weren‘t like human babies, they were more durable, yet the mother wasn‘t.
Omegas, especially since she was carrying an Alpha baby, it would be more draining on her, the baby growing far bigger than m
ost in
the short time werewolf pregnancy‘s last. Werewolf pregnancy only lasts 16 weeks, and Harlow should roughly be six weeks
along now, so any day now, she would begin to show.

“Who is the extra plate for?” Thane asks, pointing to the dinner plate on the bench. This is why I insisted on cooking tonight. Tha
ne rarely lets someone in the
kitchen to cook dinner. He likes cooking. So I am not shocked he was instantly suspicious when I asked him.
“It‘s for Harlow,” Thane taps the bowl he just prepared full of minestrone soup, I kept trying to tell him she needed more than
that, but for some reason, he was using food as a punishment since he couldn‘t punish her the way he does us.
“I am taking Leon down there. He needs blood,” I tell him.
“No! What if he loses control and kills her?”
“What if he does lose control, Thane, and goes down there while we are sleeping and kills her?” I argue. She
isn’t human, and we have more blood pumping in our systems than a human, and my mother would never risk her grandchild if s
he thought it would kill Harlow or the baby. Thane thinks for a second before he sighs.
“And your mother said it is okay?” I nod; he just couldn‘t feed off her too long. And Harlow would feel weak and dizzy from it.
Thane presses his lips in a line. “Once a week and no more than that, Leon,” Thane tells him.
Leon nodded, and it was like watching someone
go through drug withdrawals. For a week, he was okay with just our blood, then he started to get antsy, but now he is irritable, err
atic, and constantly needs to feed on us.
“I mean it, Leon, you can‘t be feeding on her every day like you were
before,” Thane warns him. But I had another question that no one had addressed yet. What are we going to do with
Leon if Thane kills her? Also, the baby? A baby needs its mother. And I honestly don‘t believe I could rip it out of her arms.
“Go before I change my mind,” Thane snaps at us, and I snatch the plate of food off the bench and head for the Den.
Walking down the steps, the room is awfully silent, depressingly so, but damn, was her
scent potent locked in
here. Leon growls behind me, and as I get halfway down, I find her sitting amongst the cushions with the Kindle Rhen gave her i
n her hands. She lifts her head before her eyes widen as she gets to her feet. Only when she does, do I feel Thane’s oppressive
aura directly behind me.

“Remain where
you are,” he orders her, and I glance over my shoulder and glare at him as he follows us down the steps; I was hoping to ask if s
he was okay, to speak with her just
so I could hear her voice again. With Thane behind me though, I knew that wouldn‘t be happening
She watches us approach, and Thane takes the plate from me, setting it on the table along with the bowl of soup. If he is giving
her a choice, surely she would pick the steak and vegetables over the same soup he fed her every damn night.
Yet when Leon jumps into the Den, the
little excitement she had dies instantly when she recognizes why we are down here. If I could, I would sleep down
here, yet Thane‘s punishments lately have been brutal when we have attempted to sneak down or try to speak with her.
He even commanded us not to use the open mindlink and also banned us
from mind linking her. Rhen hardly came out of his room, barely
spoke to us, just sat in his room stewing in his anger and sadness. He stopped coming to work a week ago, and the place was ba
She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out, realizing she couldn‘t even beg; her
shoulders drop as she falls on her butt. Leon tries to speak to her and coax her to look at him, but she refuses, just offers him
her neck and stares at the bathroom door.
She knows we aren‘t here to free her but use her. And that made my stomach sink. Leon stares at her for a few seconds
before he rises to his feet. I look at him and watch as he climbs out of the Den.
“Leon?” I ask him, but he shakes his head, climbing the stairs two at a time.
“I‘m not feeding on her when she doesn‘t want me to,” he snaps at us before I hear the door
slam. Harlow stares after him, but it is Thane that breaks the silence.
“Next time you won‘t refuse him unless you want me to hire
a fucking Omega feeder for him?” Thane snarls at her before storming out. A whimper escapes her, and I even thought that was a
“Shh, I made you
dinner,” I told her, hoping she would reply. She can speak if spoken to. She can say yes and no. Maybe not hold an actual convers
and laying on her side.