Page 125 of Alpha’s Possession

“I have. I’ve just been ignoring Thane,” I admit, breathing out. The phone rings again. Holding it up, I glance at it before pressing my lips in a line and answering it.

“Please, don’t hang up,” Thane’s voice says on the other end.

“You need to leave, Thane,” I tell him. Hurt pangs through the bond, but fuck him. He hurt me too, and I am not going to feel bad for not wanting to see him.

Jake points toward the main house, and I nod, knowing he just came down here to warn me.

“Harlow, I am not leaving. I did not drive all this way only to leave without seeing you,” Thane tells me. I stare at Jake, who is waiting for me to tell him to leave. “Just pull over. She’s gone silent,” I hear Thane tell Raidon. I growl, annoyed.

“I’m in the guest house out back,” I tell Thane, hanging up on him.

“Wait,” I call out to Jake. He stops and looks at me. “You’re not going to make me go back with him, are you?”

“No, of course not. Say the word, Harlow, and I will get the council here. Worst case scenario, we have tranquilizers to sedate him, and Raidon will take him back home. You aren’t alone here. Sam is already on the roof with his gun ready. Thane knows all this, so scream and he will find a dart in his ass. Sam won’t miss. That I can assure you,” Jake tells me.

I follow Jake to the door where he points to the roof of the main house, and I find Sam up top. He waves to me, and I nod once to him, only to see Zara’s other mates wandering around this side of the property, which they usually don’t do.

“Fine,” I breathe. I feel a little safer, knowing they are loitering. And it will be good to see Raidon. Walking back inside, I grab my jacket. Since the sun started going down, the temperature has dropped significantly. A shudder runs up my spine as I hear their car pull around to the side of the guest house.

Fear courses through me, wondering if Thane will come barging in and drag me out, kicking and screaming. Yet Thane doesn’t even enter. Raidon is the one to open the door, making me spin to face him. All fear leaves as his scent wafts to me. My bond tugs painfully at his presence, and my feet move of their own accord as my body smashes into his.

“Ah, I missed you,” Raidon growls as he grabs me. My legs lock around his waist, and my nose buries in his neck, devouring his scent—a scent that I find intoxicating and soothing. His fingers tangle in my hair as he kisses the side of my face, yet I can feel the tension in him, that underlying worry he feels for Thane. Raidon chuckles, his hands caressing up the sides of my bulging stomach.

“You look good. Better,” he murmurs, and I realize I’m crushing my bump against him. I drop my legs to stand. Embarrassment floods me at how I threw myself at him.

“Rhen and Leon?” I ask.

“At home, this was kind of a spontaneous idea. One minute I was driving to work with Thane, when he suddenly pulls onto the highway, saying he wants to see you,” he tells me, scratching the back of his neck.

“I know you don’t want to see him, but he won’t hurt you. Jake’s mates will shoot him the moment he moves; Thane agreed to those conditions.”

“I’m not going back,” I tell him, and Raidon purses his lips before he sighs.

“Just hear him out.”

“I have done nothing but listen and hear him out. It’s me he doesn’t hear, Raidon,” I tell him, stepping away from him.

“He’ll listen this time.”

I shake my head. “He isn't the only one that didn’t listen to me. None of you did.”

“We didn’t keep you prisoner though,” Raidon says.

“But not one of you stopped him from doing it either,” I snap at him.

“Just—he won’t leave, Harlow. I am not asking you to forgive him, but he won’t leave unless you go out there. He’ll damn well camp outside your door.”

“Then tell him to pitch a fucking tent and happy camping,” I tell Raidon, turning back to the kitchen.

“I’m not really the camping type,” Thane says, making me spin around. So does Raidon, to find Thane standing inside the door with his hands in pockets.

Chapter Ninety-Two

~Harlow~

My heart sputters frantically in my chest. My eyes instantly search for another exit, yet find none. Thane pulls his hands from his pockets, holding them up in surrender.

"I won't hurt you," he says, and I can feel the guilt emanating from him, loud and clear. I won’t let it sway me. He felt guilt when he had me locked down in that Den, but it didn't stop him from doing it. I am not foolish enough to go running back there on some false promise of him having a change of heart. He still believes I killed his mother; still believes I ran from them. And I did stab him. Surely, he hasn't forgiven that.