Page 15 of Alpha’s Possession

Lost in the task at hand, I don't realize one of them is looking for me until his rage-filled, booming voice reverberates to me, making me stiffen.

"Omega!" Thane bellows. I press my lips in a line. Surely, he will not address me like that all the time?

"Maybe you scared her off already," Raidon chuckles, and I listen as the footsteps draw closer.

"Can only fucking hope. Now where the fuck is she? Useless, bloody woman thinking—" his words stop as he enters the filing room just as I am about to get up off the floor where I was sorting the last stack of documents.

Thane's mouth opens and closes as he glances around the room that was piled almost to the roof in some places with files, now, tidy as can be. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly before his eyes fall on me, his gaze turning to a glare.

"If you threw the files out—"

I open the drawer beside me, and he shuts up instantly.

"Do you need something? Everything is filed by the year, date, and in Alphabetical order. I also added the electronic filing system to each of your desktops," I tell him. Raidon whistles low and laughs, rocking on his heels and placing one hand in his pocket.

"Well, guess we aren't firing her," Raidon chuckles, patting Thane's shoulder.

"Get me a coffee and then go to lunch," Thane says, walking out. Raidon quickly follows, and I sigh. Okay then!

As I’m making coffee for Thane, Rhen comes into the kitchenette and leans on the doorframe. His scent alerts me to his presence behind me and I try to breathe through my mouth.

His gaze bores into the back of my head, making me nervous, and I clutch the spoon tighter when I feel the telltale signs that my pills are wearing off. Slick dampens my panties, and I press my thighs together, only to realize he is purring, which induced it.

They are either trying to make me quit or give Thane a reason to fire me. I continue to breathe through my mouth, refusing to inhale his scent. I briefly wonder, however, if my pills aren't working because I am, in fact, their Omega.

The serum acclimates us to our Alphas, for our bodies to recognize them as our mates. Could that be why, since coming in contact with them, they suddenly appear to be hardly working at all?

Or am I looking too far into it? All I know is if I go into heat, it could be dangerous.

Thane may recognize me as his Omega. My pheromones would make him insane. I wonder if the serum had a use-by date; would it wear off one day if it is never activated and the bond is not completed? I’ll have to remind myself to look that up when I can.

"Breathe, little Omega, I don't bite. Not Omegas anyway," Rhen laughs before doing that stupid purring again.

"Can you stop purring? I know you are doing it deliberately," I say through gritted teeth as I fight the instinct to crawl into the damn man's lap and scent him. Rhen laughs, and I feel the heat of his body radiate up my back before feeling his breath on my hair as he moves behind me.

"Why? Does it make you want to beg for my knot? Does it bother you that you are too weak to deny me if I ordered you on your knees? You're nothing but a lowly Omega. Must truly suck holding no power," he growls behind me.

"For a lowly Omega, Mr. Keller, I seem to have a great effect on your ability to restrain yourself," I tell him, pressing my ass against his legs and bumping the erection I feel digging into my back.

"You claim to hate Omegas, but you are fantasizing about me on my knees, fantasizing about me begging at your feet, because you wouldn't use your purr on a lowly Omega if you weren't," I retort.

Fire me, see if I care. I am not putting up with sexual harassment. If I want that, I can take Tal up on his offer to work the floor. Rhen growls, the noise sending a jolt through me.

"Watch your tongue, Omega."

I shrug in response.

"Must suck having no one to take your knot. Is that why you are fascinated with tormenting me, Mr. Keller? Are you hoping I will beg for you to take me, since your mates can’t?" I tread dangerously.

We both know he can order me to my knees if he wanted, and just like he said, I would be powerless against it. Yet, he also knows I’m right. I’ve been fighting my instincts for years, but has he? Around an Omega, his urges and baser instincts could destroy him just as easily as me.

"Rhen!" Thane's deep voice echoes through the room, and Rhen startles behind me, moving away. I glance over my shoulder to find Thane standing in the doorway.

"Go pick up Leon for me and bring him back here," Thane says to him, yet his angry black eyes are on me. He clenches his teeth, making the muscle in his jaw pop. Rhen saunters over to him and I think it’s the end of his little game, when he stops beside Thane.

Thane, clearly angered by whatever the heck Rhen is doing, looks at his mate. Rhen smirks, gripping the front of Thane's shirt and grabbing Thane's crotch, squeezing him as he presses his lips to Thane's. Thane growls, and Rhen steps back. The scene causes some strange sensation to ripple through me; one I have never felt before, and it only takes me a few moments to recognize it.

Pack urges. The urge to live within a pack, to be protected and cherished: something all Omegas crave, and I am no different. It makes me think of my parents and the love they shared, and then it makes me think of my little Den back in the shitty apartment I was kicked out of. The safety I feel within my Den, my little pack of one. How I crave what they have, that sense of belonging. I swallow and turn my gaze back to making coffee. I hear Rhen chuckle before hearing his footsteps as he leaves.