Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 20

Thane POV

“I am guessing she wasn’t there again?” I asked Raidon as he walked in, finally getting home. All week, Raidon had taken Leon to the strip club looking for the Omega. I fucking knew this would become an issue from the first night he fed on her.

“Yep, we waited until we spotted the manager. She didn’t know who we were talking about, so she must be the new night fill manager to fill in for Bree. I hadn’t seen her before,” Raidon answers as Leon shoves past him. I tried to grab him, but he slapped my hands away.

Leon stormed past and went down to our den, no doubt looking through the blood bags, though he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. Most of them were either our blood or donated blood from the blood banks, which do not stock Omega blood, given it is so addictive to vampires.

However, I could probably source some by making a few calls, though it was fucking pricey, which was half the reason we searched for an Omega, not wanting to chuck him into rehab in the first place. Though another stint looked to be on the cards at this rate. Great, the media would have a fucking field day, just what we needed.

was no help since he was out of town. And Bree was

verge of ordering him to. He was ravenous, and I had to keep him home from work for the past two days. One sip of Omega blood and he had relapsed

hated ordering them, hated taking their free will, but even Rhen had suggested it on the

heard stomping up the steps as he came back from our basement den. The last time I had been down was when we built the Den for Harlow, and I

to go kill my mother and get herself killed in those damn woods. There was

her for what she did to my mother.

is a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, showing no white left. His fangs hadn’t retracted in two days, and he was turning crazed. Another reason I couldn’t let him be at work. With Zara there, it was too risky. If he fed on her, she could sue us. Or, worst-case scenario,

only twenty minutes spare, knowing by bus or taxi it would take her at least thirty-five minutes to get here. Well, at least now

caged him in, and he almost appears rabid. I knew he didn’t want our blood, but it was better than him starving because he had been craving her all week. He also stopped eating, which wasn’t good and only

feelings of longing and despair through the bond, the starvation he felt. “Come here,” I order, and he tried to fight the command when I growled at him, chucking the total weight of my Alpha command behind it when I heard the intercom button for the front

to the front door to see who is on the screen. “Who is it?” I call out while