Page 113 of Alpha’s Possession

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, your stop is next,” he says, pointing toward the window, and I see we are pulling into another station. I nod and check to make sure I have everything.

Minutes later we pull up at Clairview City Station. I step off the train, nervously looking for Alpha Jake when I am suddenly surrounded by three huge men. I turn to run back to the train when I hear Jake’s voice.

“Don’t be frightened, Harlow, it’s just my mates.” One of the men steps aside and I spot him. I step away from the dark-haired man with a crooked lip from a scar running through it.

When I first saw the men, I instantly assumed I had fallen into a trap. Yet none of them touch me. In fact they are very careful not to, which is odd because the platform is crowded and there isn’t much room. Instead, they just crowd around Jake and I as we exit the platform and walk out to the parking lot.

“Was the train okay?” Jake asks. It feels strange trying to make small talk with someone I don’t know. We stop beside two black SUVs. The three men climb in one while Alpha Jake opens the trunk on the other. I take my bag from my shoulder, feeling a little nervous about getting in the car with him. Yet when I pass him the bag, he jerks his hand back when my fingers accidentally touch his.

The bag falls and hits the ground. He quickly bends down to retrieve it, giving me an apologetic smile, and motions me toward the car. I shake off his strange behavior. Yet when he gets in the car and grabs hand sanitizer from the glove compartment, I wonder if maybe he has a cleanliness issue.

“Sorry. Omegas. Well, you know," he says, and my brows scrunch together. He starts the car and pulls out, the other following close behind as we make our way out of the city.

“So, how many mates have you got?” I ask nervously.

“Eight,” he says simply, but I am horrified. Eight mates! I shake the thought away. I would die if I had eight Thanes in my life. One is plenty.

I get nervous the further we get from the city. As we turn down a dirt road, his phone rings through the car’s Bluetooth. Jake holds a finger to his lips and points to the screen on the dash. The name ‘Bub’ pops up on his display. He answers it by pressing a button on his steering wheel. My world suddenly stops at the sound of the voice on the other end. A voice I would recognize anywhere. A voice I had been wanting to hear for over two years.

“What’s up, Love,” Jake answers.

“Where are you?” she demands.

“Almost home, I have a surprise for you,” Jake tells her.

“What sort of surprise? Ooh, is it a trifle?”

Jake laughs at the question.

“Something better,” he replies

“What is better than trifle?” she asks. “Now I want one! Why did you mention trifle?” she demands, sounding very much like a pouting Omega.

“I will send Travis back to get you trifle.”

“Wait, Travis is with you? Have you seen Donnie and Sam?” she asks.

“They’re behind me, but if I don’t get off the phone, I can’t let them know to turn around and get your trifle.”

“A Malteser one,” she says.

“Yes, okay, a Malteser one. I will see you soon,” he tells her.

“Don’t forget the trifle,” she tells him before hanging up. I blink at the screen before seeing the lights flash on the car behind as they turn around, heading back into the city.

“She fucking loves anything with chocolate,” Jake laughs, and I stare at him.

“You weren’t lying? She really is alive?” I gasp. I can’t believe it. All this time I thought she was dead.

“I would not lie to you. Everything I told you is the truth,” Alpha Jake tells me as we pull up to an extravagant mansion, lit up like a Christmas tree.

“But the other Omegas? The ones you bought before me?”

“They were members of my former pack, one I stepped down from. I gave that pack to my brother before creating my Alpha Pack. Those Omegas got themselves in trouble and were forced into rotation, then auctioned. I brought them back to the city, changed their identities, and returned them to their families. Packs are family, even after you leave one,” Jake tells me.

“Then why buy an Omega if you already had some here?”

“Same reason any Alpha-of-Alphas does: I needed to find one with strong enough genes to take my knot,” he says.