Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 2

 

FOUR DAYS LATER

Harlow

So far, there has been no news or a single word from my sister, and I’m out of descenter and had used the last of my spray last night.

Mrs. Yates was nervous when she picked me up from my room. She hardly spoke to me, and was tense as we walked to the auction house. I did my make-up the same way my sister occasionally did hers.

“You never know; your test scores could be as high as your sisters’,” she chimed happily as we reached the doors leading in.

‘Oh, they will be high, alright, because I am the sister.’ I thought dryly.

“Have you heard anything from Harlow?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.

Mrs. Yates became even more nervous, but she remained silent and gave a swift shake of her head.

After they ran their tests and took blood, I waited in the same foyer of the auction house. Sat in the same hard blue chairs, only this time Zara wasn’t with me holding my hand, this time I was completely alone.

Yet when Mrs. Yates came in, overly excited and bubbly, confusion crossed my features surely I didn’t test even higher. I tried to be upbeat as I knew Zara would be.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked, pretending to be excited.

“Perfect, eighty-seven percent, just like Harlow,” she announced, though I didn’t miss the way her lip quivered at mentioning my name.

against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when Mr. Black

in the numbers printed on the pages before

Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us could utter

shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for

as I stared

didn’t make it, Zara. I’m so sorry. She couldn’t take his knot, and he tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself, of how they kept selling off girls while knowing they’d

back tears, my eyes stung, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through me like a razor’s

guttural scream left my lips as I collapsed on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I figured no news was good

of pain tore through me and stole the air from my lungs. I killed her; I killed my twin. She died

in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I was sure, would tear me apart and leave nothing behind but fractured

and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on my wrist prevented

thousand, we need to celebrate,”

head rolled to the side, and instinctively I looked for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all

pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that would somehow

she thought I cared about? My sister is dead, and that is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down my cheeks and I shook my

about

weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara always intended to stay, but I knew I could talk her into leaving, yet instead, I did this to

Mr. Black kept me

the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its

to see the doctor pull my pants over my

isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black

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