Alphas Possession
Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 1

Alpha’s Possession By Jessica Hall Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Harlow My Omega test results were released last night. Over a hundred bidders joined the onlineaction while Zara and I watched the screen as the numbers skyrocketed. I felt physically sick watching,my stomach churning wondering how this became my life. All because my genes test proved potentand the perfect match for an all-Alpha pack. We couldn’t tell who the bidders were; the only thing wecould follow was the pack names as each bidder logged into the online auction. A few of which Irecognized and prayed I didn’t end up bought by. My heart kept pounding against my ribcage until Icouldn’t watch anymore, so I stared down at my pink cotton pajama shorts, picking at the lint to take mymind off my unraveling life. I just couldn’t watch Mr. Black sell me off to a future I never wanted. My twinand I have been stuck in the Omega facility since our parents died. The facility owners groomed us tobecome the perfect Omegas, and now, they were auctioning me off to the highest bidding pack. Thiswasn’t the life I imagined or wanted. Not one I would choose for myself. Zara loved being Omega, theattention it got her, and the never-ending praise and adoration. I wish I had shared even half of herenthusiasm and confidence. For twins, we couldn’t be more opposite. Sure, we looked the same, asidefrom the scar that ran down across the bridge of her nose, under her eyes, to her ear. Yet, the horrificaccident didn’t take away her beauty, and we still looked identical besides that slight difference, whichwas easily covered by makeup, not that she wore it much. Although a lot of her beauty was from theway she carried herself. She oozed confidence, and she was tough yet sweet. The perfect Omega,submissive to the core and beautiful. Qualities all Alphas wanted in their Omega. While I wasstandoffish and quiet and didn’t like being the center of attention, whereas Zara thrived in it. Thememory of yesterday’s events assaulted my mind, and once again, I drifted into the abyss of fear andhelplessness. *** THE DAY BEFORE, OMEGA TEST ANNOUNCEMENT*** Zara gripped my fingersand gave them a squeeze as we waited for my Omega score to come back. I hoped we both wouldbloom at the same time, but fate always had other plans for me. For some reason, fate liked to reallytest me, and testing me is literally what the Omega sanctuary did. Now I worried I would be separatedfrom my sister, doomed to a fate I certainly didn’t want. “They said we would stay together, Low; they

won’t separate us. Omega twins are rare. You’ll see; everything will work out,” Zara whispered, nudgingme with her elbow. I smiled at her sadly and nodded, praying she was right. We sat in the foyer of theauction house, waiting before I’d be put up for auction, depending on how high my genes tests wouldcome back. The door to a nearby office burst open, revealing an overjoyed Mrs. Yates. I had neverseen the woman so ecstatic as she squealed excitedly, waving the paper above her head. Zara and Ijumped at the startling sound when the auctioneer, Mr. Black, looked up at her from where he sat in hisexpensive suit. “What has made you so excited, Yates?” He asked. Yet, her eyes were wide as shestared at me. “She broke the record,” Mrs. Yates whispered, her eyes still glued to my shockedexpression. Zara glanced at me, and I at her, both of us confused out of our minds. “What? Impossible!No Omegas pheromones sit above fifty-five. The score hasn’t changed for years,” he said as he got upfrom his seat and reached for the paper in Mrs. Yates’s hands. The awed look on her face didn’t fadewhile Mr. Black snatched the document and observed it. “Eighty-seven percent pure Omega,” Mrs.Yates beamed as I gasped at her words. “This can’t be real. Test her again,” Mr. Black huffed, forcingthe papers back in her hands in disbelief. I agreed with him, test me again. I thought. That is notsomething I want on my records. “They tested four times,” she murmured. The grin on her lips nearlysplit her face in half. Her greying hair almost looked white under the bright fluorescent light and I felt theblood drain from my face. Then, out of nowhere, Mr. Black howled and broke out in laughter. “We justhit fucking bank, baby. Do you have any idea how much we can get for her?” He all but jumped withjoy. “Wait, you said we would be auctioned together,” Zara intervened, while glancing at me nervously.As always, Zara was ready to jump for my defense, while all I could do was stare at everyone inhorror. This can’t be happening! Eighty-seven percent is an Alpha pack status level, meaning all AlphaPack. Panic enveloped me, spreading through my body like wildfire, taking over every muscle andsense I could imagine. “Things change; she is worth too much. She will be auctioned tomorrow. Fuck,she will bring in some money, hopefully, enough to save this place,” Mr. Black announced. I watchedhim flick his dark hair from his face. The paperwork miraculously appeared in his hands, and he stareddown at the score. I could almost see the dollar signs cha-chinging in his eyes. “Wait! Stop! We aretwins; you can’t separate us,” Zara still fought back, still voice despite me knowing it was pointless. Mr.

Black sneered as his eyes flicked to her and narrowed slightly. “You’re owned by the state. You liveunder my care, and raising Omegas costs a lot of money. She goes to auction tomorrow; never knowonce you bloom. Maybe whoever buys her will want a spare.” He crackled, sounding as evil as never,and wandered off while Mrs. Yates flashed us a smile full of pity. “It’s alright, girls. You’ll fetch a highprice, Harlow; that means your buyer will take good care of you,” Mrs. Yates tries to comfort us. Tearsburned my eyes as Zara’s grip on my hand tightened. Sure, as if I didn’t know what she meant bysaying someone would take good care of me. As good as they can after bidding on me during anauction to make a damn breeder out of me and to top it off, they’ll separate me from mytwin. ***** Zara’s gasp pulled me out of the nightmare memory, and I instantly looked up at thecomputer screen. My heart slumped: five hundred thousand dollars. I stared at my sister, and hermouth hung open, just as shocked as I. We kept waiting for the pack name to appear. We had to seewho had successfully offered the highest bid and won. Yet the moment the name popped up, dreadpooled in my stomach, a pit forming so deep I forgot how to breathe. Obsidian Pack. It was a pack Ihad heard of, and not for good reasons. It was also an all-Alpha pack, that much I knew. I shook myhead as tears brimmed and spilled from my eyes, slipping down my cheeks and dripping off my chin.Zara’s lips quivered. “No!” she gasped, horrified. They were notorious for losing Omega’s and I wouldbe no different. Obsidian Pack had bought six girls over the years we spent here, and not one survivedthem; none could take the Alphas knot. Not even with the serum. The other girls in the facility hadnicknamed that pack the Omega killers! I swallowed the bile. “Maybe we can tell them no,” Zarasuggested in a whisper, but it would do no good. We were the property of the state and had no choicein the government’s eyes. Omega’s we property because Omegas were the only way to continue anAlpha’s bloodline. We were revered and special and apparently, fetch a special price. All Omega’sended up in packs. We didn’t get a say, but us even less because the state took us in and left a heftydebt to us, therefore we are auctioned off to any potential suitors. We didn’t even get a chance to meetour potential buyers. Whereas if my mother was still here we wouldn’t have been auctioned off, shewould have added our genes to the pool and suitors would have to compete for us and we would havehad overall say. However, she was dead and the Omega sanctuary was our legal guardian in the eyes

of the law, giving them overall say. ********* Instead, later that afternoon, I’m jabbed in the arm by theAlphas’ blood. It’s supposed to help us acclimate to our Alpha. It also ensures the Alpha DNA is passedon to its potential heir because once an Alpha marks its other pack members, their DNA changes. Mrs.Yates sits with me while I rub my sore ass, where the doctor jabbed me with his DNA. Mrs. Yatessqueezes my fingers. “I’m sorry, Harlow, I tried to talk Mr. Black out of it.” “That pack… They killed sixgirls. Six, Mrs. Yates, six girls!.” I whisper, aware that I’m the next one to die at their hands. Or claws,teeth. Or knots! “You’re stronger than the others,” she offers, but I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but…”she sighs; nothing she says would make me feel better. “Promise once I die, you won’t send Zara tohim. I know she will test just as high; we are twins,” I beg her. Mrs. Yates nods. “I’ll do my best.Promise.” She nudges me and escorts me back to my room. ************* A few days passed until thepack was on its way to collect me. Zara did my hair and make-up. She did hers too, but I couldn’t figureout why. Despite her being the girly twin, she hated make-up just as much as I did. Today, I’ll meet mypack. A pack I want no part in. Yet, watching the clock only makes me more nervous while Zara snifflesas she fixes my hair to look precisely like hers. We’re pulling on our matching dresses when I hear thebuzz of the pager telling me they have arrived. My skin prickles as fear seeps into every cell in mybody, but I feel cold when I get up to leave the room. The moment I reach for the door, I feel somethingspray on the side of my face. I swat at it and turn to see Zara holding some spray can in her hands.Tears blur her face as my vision blurs when she resprays it again. “Why are you spraying me with adescenter?” I ask while choking and coughing when some got in my mouth. During my coughing fit, shejabs me in the arm with a needle. Before I realize what is happening, my legs turn wobbly as I reachout for her. Zara drags and tucks me into bed, and I fight to remain conscious. “Zara!” I murmur inpanic. “I won’t let you die, just know I love you,” she whispers, kissing my cheek. What did she jab mewith, and where did she get it? I can’t move as I watch how she scoops up my bag and ID inhorror. That explains why she used make-up. She needed to cover the scar on her face. It was the onlything that told us apart. Just before she walks out, she comes over to me. “When you wake, youpretend to be me; I won’t let the Obsidian pack kill you. I know you hate this Omega stuff; I can’t let yougo through it. Escape and keep using the descenter until you do.” her words become softer as my

vision blurs and my surroundings slowly vanish as my sight is stolen by whatever she drugged mewith. “I love you, Low, now be a good Omega,” are the last words I hear before I drift into oblivion. Shetook my place; Zara took my place and sacrificed herself for me. I killed her, killed my own sister, mytwin. A lone tear slipped down my cheek at that thought as my paralyzed body was sucked into theoblivion of darkness.