Page 87 of Alpha’s Possession

"He never should have hired her! I don't even want to go in the building!" Leon growls behind me, and my eyes sting with tears. When I am done, I smack Raidon's hands away, and he turns on the shower while I strip out of my clothes.

"I’ll take her blood just to be sure," Raidon says. I roll my eyes, stepping under the spray. I know exactly what this is. It is my damn bond that they crushed and pulverized!

"Don't you have to get to work?" I snap at Leon when he remains by the bathroom door, watching me.

"We won't take another Omega, Harlow. You don't need to worry about that," Leon tells me.

"So, she has a pack then?" I ask him, peering over my shoulder at him. He groans, resting his head on the door frame.

"She’s a rotation Omega," I choke, emotion threatening to suffocate me. "He hired a rotation, Omega?" I whimper. The thought terrifies me.

Rotation Omegas usually chose it as a career. It pays well, and they get passed around. Sure, some Omegas are forced into the rotation when they break the law or don't register, like I did, but a lot like the lifestyle it offers. And knowing this stings even more because without a pack, Thane only has to click his fingers, and she will be on her knees for him.

"Just go, Leon," I tell him, pressing my face under the water as a horrid sinking feeling settles in the pit of my gut. Leon sighs, and I hear him walk off. Tears stream down my cheeks, hidden by the water from the showerhead. When I hear Raidon come into the bathroom, I shut the water off and reach for my towel.

Raidon points to the spa bath, and I shake my head. "Harlow, please don't make me order you," he says.

"First a new Omega, and now you're going to order me around just to insult me more?" I snarl at him. He grits his teeth and points to the edge of the bath. I roll my eyes.

"I just want to be sure. Leon said your blood has been tainted lately, likely due to stress," he says as he grabs my arm, pushing me back to sit.

"So what if it is? I highly doubt there is much that can be done about it!" I snap at him.

"No, but it might help us convince Thane to let you come home," Raidon retorts, gripping my arm before plunging the needle into it. I hiss and jerk my arm back, but his grip is like a vice as he fills his stupid vials.

"Don't you want to come home?" he asks. I scoff.

"What, so I can smell your new assistant every night? I'll pass, thanks."

Raidon mutters under his breath and curses before placing a cotton swab on my arm. He then turns and walks out of my room. When I am sure they are really gone, I get ready for work and head out. It irritates me that Thane has them working with another Omega—especially while I am working behind the damn bar making sure the men don't come too close. I could never betray them like that, and here he is, flaunting it in my face!

A growl leaves me. Fuck them then! Bree's always said that working the floor pays more, and if it means getting out of here faster, I will take her up on it. They can have their stupid Omega! Thane has pushed me too far this time.

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Once again, I make good tips today, and I speak to Bree about moving to the floor, but she doesn't think it’s a good idea.

"Z!" she calls out to me, using my fake name as I’m about to leave. I wander back over to her, and she motions for me to follow her as she slips into the back.

"I have a private show on Friday night for some big names. I was going to ask Bianca, but if you really want to make money, good money and fast, you can cover it."

"What about Bianca?"

"I haven't asked her yet. So, if you want to do it with me…" She pauses, waiting for my response.

"How much, and what do I have to do?"

"Enough to get you out of this city." She chews her lip nervously, glancing out the doors. "It's in the function room," she whispers. We aren't supposed to say what goes on up there, and I've never asked, though I have a good idea what sorts of shows go on in there.

"Wait, it's an orgy?"

"Not quite, but yes. These clients, though, have asked for a particular show," she says, chewing her nails.

"What sort of show?" I ask.

"They want two girls in the glory hole boxes. They also want to film it."

"Wait, you have a glory hole up there?" I ask, a little shocked.