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.

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

her hands; his greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on the

will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and

stared after him. Mr. Black’s shiny black shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got from the previous action. The money that might have

stammered as I

admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself, of how they kept selling off girls

and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through me like

I collapsed on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet

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

everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything

was in a hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I tried

to celebrate,” Mr.

for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over

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

sister is dead, and that is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down my

about Harlow,” she

and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the

wracked my body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me

the ceiling when I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff with the spider in the corner spinning

pull my pants over my hip when

Mr. Black screamed, bursting

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