Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 4

 

2 years Later

My landlord’s voice in the stairwell made my stomach drop as she spoke to the handyman about the damn light fixtures that didn’t work. I cringe, tugging my blazer higher to cover my neck and part of my face. Praying she doesn’t notice me. The rent was four months late. I tried to sneak past Martha by holding my ratty-looking handbag higher to cover my face, but I don’t go unmissed when I am forced to squeeze past her as I hastily try to escape.

“Zara!” she shrieks as I try to escape her wrath. I pause and slowly turn to face her. Her reddish, greying hair was pulled up in a bun on her head, and two hair picks were stuck through it with snakeheads on them. Martha steps around the handyman standing on a ladder while pulling apart the old light fitting above high up on the wall.

“Where is my rent money? You promised to have it last week,” she screeched, and I internally groaned. 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 toss you to the curb, and I had seen her beat a group of vandals that got past the crumbling lobby. Martha whipped their asses real good and broke a skateboard over one of their heads. Safe to say, they didn’t return. It secretly made me wonder if she wasn’t human. She struck fear in everyone, but she was also quite understanding and lovely, too. As long as you’re not four months behind in rent like I am.

“I will have it. I just need a little—” I try to tell her.

“No, it has been four months. You have until the end of the day, 6 PM, missy,” she says, clicking her fingers at me before pointing her index finger at me. “6 PM,” I nodded my head and gulped.

Martha was usually nice, however. I had surpassed the tipping point of her generosity. Sure, the place was a dump, but it was cheap, but I couldn’t even afford cheap at this point. I couldn’t even sell anything because the place I rented came fully furnished, and I had little in the way of possessions.

“I have a job interview today. Soon, I will have it.” I pleaded my case to her.

“Soon isn’t good enough. I have bills to pay.” I rummage through my pockets and pull out my last hundred dollars, besides some loose change floating around in the bottom of my handbag. Brianna had introduced 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 I will have Mike change the locks,” she says, pointing to Mike. He hangs his head and smiles sadly. The dude was creepy as fuck and mute, but he always came running when something needed to be fixed.

something for you

you stay here with your fake ID and your shitty backstory,

Martha figured me out. I wondered briefly how long she had known and if she saw straight through it from the start and gave me the benefit of the doubt. God, I hope the company I was interviewing at didn’t look too closely at me. They may question why I don’t have the

and the same, so not like it was exactly fake. It was my dead sister’s. Not like she was going to use it. And I can’t risk

the interview and just made it with three minutes to spare. The skyscraper was intimidating as I gazed up at the massive building. I was shocked when I got a call back to be interviewed. They must be desperate because just stepping into the foyer, I felt way out of my element. It was at some tech company, and they were looking

I followed signs to the elevator, finding the correct floor. A woman instantly approached me the second I stepped out through the elevator doors. Her little black dress was tight, showing her curves and ample cleavage. Her blonde wavy hair was tied in a ponytail high on her head, and porcelain-perfect skin and bright red

be Zara. I’m Leila. We talked on the phone,” she says, holding out her hand to me. I gulp, noticing the

the foyer for me. Was I late? I glanced at the huge gold clock above the shiny elevator doors

says, turning and briskly walking

I was confused as I caught up to her, and she started

but you can meet them tomorrow when you start, the other two girls well, let’s

I thought this was a receptionist’s job. The ad said, foyer receptionist?” I

another personal secretary.” My eyes widen, and I mouthed what the fuck to myself. Thane, I’m assuming he was the boss? Why did she keep saying that name? And wait, did she say he killed his last

talking, not noticing me on the verge of having a panic attack. “Yet when I saw you are of Omega blood, I knew you would be perfect and controllable,” she said. Which I knew she meant easily commanded and submissive by nature. What the fuck did I apply for? She took me to the

to interview me? I have references,” I rummage through my handbag, but her hand

need.” she says with a soft giggle, while her eyes were roaming over me from head to toe, licking her lips. I fought the urge not to step

the vamps killed the manager and set the place alight, I have been up struggle street since.

literally destroy me, command anything of me. I shake that thought away. I couldn’t be picky. A job was a job, and this was the largest tech company in the city, so if I could survive here even a

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