Page 44 of Alpha’s Possession

"She never registered her address. We have no such name in our system. She hasn't reported herself to the city yet, or anything about her pack links. You said she is an employee?" the officer continues. I feel the mind-link open up, and Leon's voice flits through my head.

'Thane, I know you want to get rid of her, but—' He doesn't finish, and I glare at him, knowing full well he had been feeding on her; I’m not stupid, and I may have turned a blind eye to it, but he has a point, and I know what will become of her.

If she can't afford her suppressants, I doubt she can afford the fines for failing to report herself to the city council. And if she can't pay those, then she goes into rotation to settle the debt. The thought of her being forced into rotation almost makes me growl.

"Mr. Keller? We need her employee reports," the female officer says. Catching Leon's eye and looking at Leila, she drops her head while Leon looks at me pleadingly. Fuck!

"She isn't an employee. Yes, she works here, but that isn't her purpose," I lie.

"Oh, so your pack is looking for an Omega, and she’s here on a trial basis?" the woman asks, and I grit my teeth.

"Yes, we posted an ad looking for an Omega. Leila here posted it herself, Zara answered it, and we brought her to the city," I lie. Leila nods, confirming what I said.

"Oh, this is wonderful news!" the officer exclaims, and I fight back a curse. Just what we need, this shit getting out.

"It isn't public news yet, so if you don't mind keeping that to yourself for now," I tell them, and they nod.

"Of course, Mr. Keller, we have everything we need, and I am sure you’ll want to get home to your Omega. Please just remember, if you don't choose to mark and keep her, remind her to register at the council. We can't keep her safe if we don't know her location and whereabouts," the male officer tells me. I press my lips in a line and give a quick nod.

I wait for them to leave and let out a breath once the doors close, before turning to glare at my mate and his sister.

"You lied for her?" Leila says, clearly shocked.

Yes, because she didn't leave me much choice.

"No, I lied because I had to. If you had done your job properly, she would never have been here in the first place," I tell her, and she looks away.

Turning to Leon, he uses his feet to scoot forward on his chair, his arms and legs still duct-taped. I can feel his burning hunger and his need to go home. With a shake of my head, I move to him, stripping the tape and making him hiss. I am not at all gentle about it, and I will deal with him further when we get home.

* * *

Rhen and Raidon don't answer their phones or the mind-link on the way home. They're even ignoring Leon, which bothers me. Raidon would have to get suppressants from somewhere, so they are probably holed up somewhere while they wait. Or maybe they are ensuring she is tucked away safely in her apartment.

I’m full of tension on the drive home, yet it recedes when I spot Raidon's car parked in the garage. However, that relief quickly turns to rage when I step out of the vehicle and all I can smell is Zara.

Surely, they wouldn't be this stupid, but I am proven correct in my first assumption when Leon gets out of the car and goes stiff as a board. I glance at him before he lurches forward. I reach out to grab him, but he slips through my arms before I can catch him. I curse with a shake of my head before storming into the house.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

~Rhen~

My cock throbs painfully in my pants as I stare at the door to the basement. Chewing my fingernails, I begin to pace. Thane has been trying to mind-link us, and Raidon and I have been ignoring him.

He will be furious when he returns home, and I dread the punishment we will receive. The basement door creaks open loudly and my eyes go to it. Her scent perfuming the room becomes more robust and almost impossible to resist.

Raidon emerges, closing the door behind him, looking every bit as frazzled as I feel. His clothes are torn to shreds. He is sweating profusely, fighting his urges to mark and mate her. We sent Tania to get suppressants.

Not even Tania could handle her sweet scent. Tania had dropped them off before all but running from the place. But now we have to figure out a way to give them to her without her mauling us, or us mauling her. Zara's scent permeates the air even with the door closed. Sickly sweet and so addictive. I force myself to focus as I rush to the kitchen. I rip open the cupboards beneath the kitchen sink, searching each one.

Finding what I’m looking for, I grab a can of de-scenter and clench it tight as I hold my finger down on the trigger, spraying the entire ground floor, trying to get rid of the scent that assaults my nose and to awaken my senses. It only mutes her scent, but it's better than the full force and toxicity that comes with it.

"Fuck! I can't take this! She can't stay here. My dick feels like it’s going to burst," Raidon says, adjusting his pants while he grips the kitchen counter. He lets out a lewd groan and I glance at him to find him squeezing his cock through his slacks.

I press my lips in a line, knowing the agony he’s in. I nod, feeling the same way, yet something is off with Zara's scent. Something is gnawing at my insides and tickling my mind as I try to place whatever it is my instincts are telling me. Omegas usually smell sickly sweet, but we never struggled like this the few times we came across an Omega in heat.

"Her scent, do you—" I don't finish what I’m going to say, not knowing what the heck I’m asking him.

"She smells familiar," Raidon offers, and my eyes dart to him because I thought exactly the same thing. It’s like Déjà vu had washed over me the moment I got a whiff of her.