Page 104 of Alpha’s Possession

“I don’t want to hear it,” he says, stuffing me inside the car and slamming the door shut. I cringe at the loud bang as they both climb in the front of the car. The wheels spin and screech before Thane takes off, sending me backward in my seat before I scramble for the seatbelt.

Dread pools in my stomach as we get closer to the packhouse. I try to speak to them, try to explain. It all falls on deaf ears. They never even acknowledge my words. They speak over me, as if they can’t hear me. Yet their fury is loud and clear through the bond.

If only I had marked them, maybe they would be able to feel the extent of what I say, maybe they would see. Instead, they get glimmers but nothing else, not like the way I can feel them since they marked me. And I don’t like what I feel radiating through the bond from all of them.

As Thane pulls up to the enormous gates in front of the mansion, I reach for the door handle. Thane’s growl in the front seat causes me to drop my hand as I meet his gaze in the mirror. Time slows, as if lengthening the torture. He drives up the long driveway, and my heart races in my chest as he pulls up out front. Still, they say nothing to me.

“Leon?” I ask them as hope starts dwindling. Once inside, I won’t be leaving alive, and I suddenly find adrenaline pumping through me as I toss the door open, only to be ripped backward, having forgotten to take my seat belt off. My claws slip-free in my panic, shredding through the belt that has a stranglehold on me, and I take off across the manicured lawns toward the front gates.

I get about twenty meters before Thane catches me. His arms wrap around my torso as he pulls me back against his chest. I thrash, kicking and screaming. I will not go to my death easily. So, I scream, hoping one of the neighbors on this long-ass street will hear me.

“Stop it, Harlow. You brought this on yourself,” Thane snarls in my ear. I scream in frustration and thrash harder, but it’s pointless, and before I know it, we’re inside the mansion, and he heads toward the Den.

“No, please, Thane. I wasn’t going to do it!” I scream as I kick and drag my feet as the door comes into view.

“I wasn’t, please! I wasn’t going to go through with it! Bree was getting Tammy!” I scream. Thane snarls, dragging me through the house.

“Command me! I can prove it, please!” I scream when Raidon, hearing the commotion, steps out into the hall from the kitchen.

Thane stops, and I look at Raidon helplessly.

“You weren’t going to go through with it?” Raidon asks, and I shake my head.

“She is lying,” Thane snarls.

“Command her,” Raidon snaps at him.

“It could hurt the baby,” Leon says, stepping out behind him.

“Not while she’s still this early,” Raidon tells him, and I know that must be true because Thane commanded me at the club, and I know he wouldn’t risk his baby.

“You were going to back out?” Raidon asks me, and I nod, pleading with him to believe me.

Thane growls, spinning me around to face him, and he grips my face in his hand.

His command and aura wash over me, and his arm around my waist is the only thing keeping me upright as I grit my teeth through my body’s spasms. His grip on my face is bordering on painful as he speaks.

“You will answer truthfully,” he orders, and I nod, tears brimming in my eyes.

“Were you going to participate in Bree’s gig?”

“No!” I breathe out in relief as the answer peels off my tongue easily, and they can see I wasn’t going to do it. I hear Raidon exhale behind me, yet Thane doesn’t drop his order or command.

“Were you going to run?” he asks, and my entire body tenses as I fight the urge to answer. Wait, that isn’t supposed to be the question.

“Were you going to run?” he asks slowly, pressing his aura harder on me. I whimper, not wanting to answer.

“Yes!” I breathe out through gritted teeth.

“How, if you had no money?” he asks, and I realize he’s trying to see if I was planning on doing anything else at the club. I would have preferred that answer over the one I didn’t consciously know I was going to make.

“I was going to ask Alpha Jake." The moment the words leave my lips, my heart nearly stops. Consciously, I planned to consider it, yet subconsciously my mind is apparently already made up, based on the words that spill out of my mouth.

His command drops. “Fucking whore,” he snarls, his fingers digging into my face.

“No, wait. Alpha Jake said he could—" My words die off as his command rolls over me painfully as he shoves the full weight of it on me.

“I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. You won’t speak unless spoken to; I am done hearing your voice,” Thane snarls. I open my mouth to speak, yet nothing comes out. He made me mute!