Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 13

Now that Tal puts it like that and directs me closer to his perspective, I have to admit that he has a point. A good one, at that. Vampires are far more dangerous than werewolves. While wolf shifters are angry and capable of ripping anyone to shreds, which is scary, vampires are unpredictable- no one knows how, what, or when they would lose control, so the aspect of surprise makes them worse than shifters.

“Now, hurry, unless you want your bosses to see those marks on your neck and start asking questions,” Tal mutters and offers me his wrist again.

I sigh and give in. Tal is right. The last thing I need is for my bosses to think I’m a feeder on top of everything else they already hate me for. It’s bad enough they already think so little of me. There’s no need to add extra fuel to the flame of their disgust. I don’t want them to think they hired someone who’s an addicted feeder. I’m not one and won’t let them belittle me like that.

“I already called a cab for you so you can get home. And don’t worry, the cost is covered already,” Tal speaks as his eyes inspect my neck, probably to ensure it has healed completely. Once he’s content enough, Tal nods, turns on his heel, and walks away.

I wait for another minute before heading downstairs to the staff area and quickly changing my clothes. Tapping the pockets, 1 check if the money is there and rush outside to meet the cab.

The cab driver is an older, pleasant gentleman who looks like someone who has experienced some hardships in life, so I don’t feel ashamed of my situation when I ask him to take me to a seedy motel near where I work.

I can’t go to a nice motel or hotel, not only because I can’t afford one, but mainly because I can’t hand them an ID since I don’t have one. Okay, maybe I do, but that’s not even a real one- it’s just a shitty ID of my sisters that I paid the firm I used to work for to dodge up for me.

They added a dodgy last name, too, which is as much of a blessing as it is a curse.

don’t require the bosses to actually know who you are, simply because they don’t want you to know

used to work for, and I truly believe it has to be a cover for something more sinister they do behind the scenes. I don’t want to know what it is because I didn’t want to be a part of their shady business or find myself caught up in it. Though with the amount of foot traffic that went through the place, I knew something was up with the place, I just knew better than to

me work there with

had done that, she would have noticed that the social security number wasn’t correct because it didn’t exist. It was a row of

paper. It’s my only ID, yet it’s so terribly fake that even a fool would notice it’s nowhere near the real

She just didn’t seem to care about it either or knew I was no danger to her. Most of them really don’t care about such things, but from what I gathered from

walk into the shady motel. The place stinks. No,

too light for her skin tone. She watches me as she checks every bill holding it up to the light, inspecting it as if she

still stares at me with suspicion as the bubble she blows pops, and I try to understand which number is written on the wooden block attached to the key to my

her eyes at me and groans, obviously annoyed. “Upstairs, third door on the right,” she

case. It’s the shitty, faded

line

I walk away

a bed I get here; I also have enough money to

so kindly provided, It took five minutes to