Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

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Read Omega’s Possession by Jessica Hall Book 2 Chapter 1 – I quickly raced upstairs using the back stairwell to change and
quickly shower, not wanting another run-in with Elaine However, when I was showering, I could hear shouting downstairs. Thane
was losing his mind at someone; I had a sneaky suspicion it was Raidon. Or maybe Elaine. Regardless, I took my time, dreading
going downstairs and facing the woman. I hoped Thane meant what he said, that he would get rid of her if she became too
much. I did not feel like arguing with that woman or my mates.
Grabbing the hair dryer, I quickly dry my hair before pulling it into a bun. I hope they weren’t expecting a prim, proper Omega
because I looked quite the opposite in my purple pajamas with tiny wolves and my rainbow socks. Choosing comfort over the
look, if I had to endure this woman, I was doing it comfortably.

Making my way downstairs, the arguing had stopped, and I moved toward the kitchen for once, preferring Thane’s presence over
everyone else’s; he was muttering under his breath angrily about Raidon. Stepping into the kitchen, I helped Thane. He nudges
me,“ Are you okay with this, because if you aren’t, I have no problem throwing them out,” he tells me.
“It’s fine, as long as she doesn’t overstep. If you guys can ensure she keeps her distance, I can stomach this for an hour or two.”
I took a big breath and got my game face on as best as possible. Thane used his calling to help me relax, kissing the top of my
head, “Just say the word, and I’ll make them leave.”
Thane and I set the table up, and I could hear Elaine’s voice as Raidon tried to bring her down from coming into the dining room
to help, “ Mom! Let Thane and Harlow handle it. Let her get used to the idea of you being here.” Elaine began to protest to the
point of insistence,” Sweetheart, it’s no trouble at all; I still know how to be an Omega, you know, just....” Raidon cut her off,
“Mom. I said no. Leave them be; she has been through enough. Don’t you think?”
I could tell after he said that it made her finally back down. I don’t know what she thought coming in here to help would prove.
She has helped enough as far as I was concerned, especially helping almost get me killed or put on rotation. Just thinking about
it started to make my blood boil. Thane put his hand on my hip, sensing the shift in my mood. When I looked up to meet his eyes,
he motioned to my hand, holding a fork. Well, it was a fork. Now it was bent metal that used to be a fork. I blink, not realizing I

was taking my frustration out on the cutlery.
Thane grips my hand, prying it from between my fingertips and holding it up. “Hmm, maybe I should give you a spoon?” he
chuckles, pocketing the mangled fork. I purse my lips and continue to set the table. Thane made Lasagna for dinner, and we had
just set the table; I was debating where to sit when Thane nodded to where be usually sits at the head of the table and tell him

that, “But that is where you always sit,” he shrugs, but at least it would be furthest from everyone, and I would feel better knowing
I wasn’t next to Raidon’s parents, “Oh, the napkins,” I tell Thane, quickly ducking back out to the kitchen as everyone started
coming from the living room. Ignoring them and moving to grab them from the third drawer where he also kept the tea towels.
Grabbing the silky off-white fabric, I shut the drawer and turned only to run into Elaine’s open arms. I freeze as she hugs me, my
heart nearly leaping out of my chest, not just from her hugging me but from not seeing her come up behind me.
I stand there awkwardly, frozen to the spot when she holds me at arm’s length, her face beaming as she smiles, rubbing my
arms, her eyes moving to my huge round belly. “I am so excited and glad we are finally past everything,” she says, smoothing
her hands over my belly.
My hands grip the napkins as if I could strangle the fabric to prevent me from wanting to strangle her, her hands touching and
fussy over my belly as she gushed excitedly. It just made me madder that we were going to pretend that only a few weeks ago
she wasn’t ordering Thane to kill me.
Arms wrap around me from the side, Rhen’s familiar scent cloaking around me as he tugs me to him just as Raidon scolds his
mother. “Mom! What did I say,” he snaps, and Elaine jumps.
“I was just saying hello; I wasn’t – ” Rhen tucks me closer to him, his scent slowing my heart’s racing as he presses his lips to my
temple.
“Elaine, remember your place. You of all people should know better,” Rhen adds, letting me escape under his arm as I move to
the dining room. Leon is in front of me, talking to Raidon’s father. I stop, almost running into the back of the man as he explains
something with some enthusiastic hand gestures.
The man was tall, roughly the same height as Raidon, though his features were surprisingly softer, I half expected him to have
the same brooding features that Raidon has, yet his smile was gentle, and his eyes crinkled around the edges as he looked
down at me.
“You must be Lowe; Raidon told me about you. My name is Charles,” he says, holding out his hand to me. I stare at it before

placing mine in his. His hand engulfs mine, the man had huge hands yet his grip was gentle. Arguing breaks out behind us in the
kitchen and Charles peers past me and sighs.
“She is a stubborn woman and doesn’t take no for an answer. Excuse me; I best go sort that out before she goes on a rampage
and takes a shoe off,” he says, moving past me. “A shoe?” I mutter, watching him go.

“Yeah, you know to run when she gets a slipper off. Tough old cookie, but she isn’t so bad once you get to know her,” Leon tells
me. I look at him, and he chuckles.
“You’ll see, she is eccentric and a little cooky, but her heart is in the right place,” “Unless you get on her bad side,” I mumble.
“I am not defending her; I’m just saying Omegas are ruled by emotion and instinct. She was extremely close to Hana. It’s no
excuse, and I know she is deeply sorry. She just isn’t very good at communicating that,” Leon tells me, reaching his arm around
my waist, his finger stroking the side of my belly as he pushes me toward the dining room table.
I hear some firm words from Charles and Elaine’s apologetic voice replying. Turning my attention back to the dining table, Thane
is watching me, I hand him the napkins, but he grips my fingertips, staring at me and not letting go. “One word,” he says, and I
nod just as Elaine comes in with Charles. She stops when she sees me, looking at her husband.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Harlow, and I’m also sorry about everything else that has happened. Please know that I
am not usually such a sour old grape,” she tells me.
“Unless she removes a slipper,” Leon leans down and whispers next to my ear, “Oh, you little-” Elaine growls at him, and Leon
waggles his eyebrows at me. Elaine stops after her husband clears his throat and pulls a chair out for her. Elaine may appear to
be the bossy one, but it was clear who ruled the roost in her household, and her husband nodded for her to take the seat.
She does, and Leon nudges me towards mine next to her, everyone going to their usual places at the table when Thane speaks.
“Lowe,” he growls, making my head.snap up as Rhen moves behind me to pull my chair out, Thane nods to his chair, and I could
see my mates shock as I move toward it, and Thane nudges Rhen to move down one from his usual spot, making him sit next to
Leon.
I swallow, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. More shocked at Thane giving me his spot when he sat there religiously. Yet Rhen and
Leon, I also selt smug satisfaction when Elaine went to move before her husband gripped her hand. Elaine sighs.
“Raidon be a dear, and go fetch the gift bag from the living room,” she says through gritted teeth while giving her husband a tight
smile.
He lets her hand go, and Raidon quickly rushes off while we all sit and wait for him to return. He brings in a huge pink bag and
sets it on the table’s edge next to his father. Who places it on the floor next to him.
“Let her eat first. You can show her afterward,” Charles tells his wife, who almost seems to pout at the idea.