Page 37 of Alpha’s Possession

"Are you wearing your fucking de-scenter?” he snarls at me.

I sniff myself. My scent is potent because of how clammy I am.

"Sorry," I say, and he growls.

"Bring it with you next time," he snaps, clicking on his mouse angrily.

I see him trying to get into the electronic filing app I added to all their computers. "You may need to clear the cache. Sometimes it glitches," I tell him, grabbing the mouse. He instantly leans away from me. He watches me fiddle with his laptop when I notice quite a few update notifications.

"Do you mind?" I ask him, pointing to the screen, and he waves me to continue. He rolls his seat away from me and I crouch behind his desk, fiddling with it when it suddenly shuts down, and he growls.

"You fucking broke it."

"No, I am updating and debugging it. How the heck do you work at a tech company and not know how to use a damn computer?" I ask him before clamping my lips together at how rude that comes out.

"I own a tech company. This is more Rhen's thing, not mine. I prefer hands on work, not this tech shit."

"Then why own it?" I ask curiously.

"It was my fathers’ and it’s profitable. Honestly, Rhen handles most of the tech crap. I just handle the business dealings," he tells me. The laptop turns back on after reloading, and I stand up, typing in some codes.

"You're good with computers?" Thane asks, watching me click away and type in different codes.

"Yes and no. I know enough to keep myself out of trouble with them," I answer honestly, when I notice him shift uncomfortably. I glance at him to see him cross his legs, realizing my scent is overwhelming him. He reaches for his phone, dialing a number while I get the electronic filing system to open up.

"Can someone buy some bloody de-scenter and send it up, please?" he asks, and I hear Leon answer on the other end.

"Yep, I will bring it up. Her scent getting to you?" Leon chuckles, and Thane growls, hanging up. I pretend not to hear and point to the screen.

"Good. Can you show me how to work the damn thing?" he asks, and I sigh.

"What file are you looking for?"

"Mr. Bowman and the Obsidian Pack. I have a meeting with him next week and I need to go over our previous contracts," he says, scrubbing a hand down his face. I swallow, recognizing the name of my sister's killer.

"Omega!"

I shake myself at his command.

"Sorry, Alp- Sorry, sir," I quickly correct myself.

My hands shake as I type in Mr. Bowman, yet nothing comes up, so I type Obsidian Pack and multiple files show.

"You seem nervous, your scent." Thane sniffs the air, and even I can smell the scent of my fear filling the small room.

"You’ve heard of Obsidian Pack?" he asks.

“Everyone has. They haven't got an excellent reputation with Omegas," I tell him.

"Well, you don't have to worry. He won't be near you," Thane says, shocking me. Yet I do have to worry because Mr. Bowman met my twin, and if he has a good memory, he will easily recognize me.

"You may go," he says, dismissing me. I quickly rush out, and my heart beats painfully as I try not to have a panic attack. I stagger back to my desk as the elevator doors open up. Leon steps out and walks over to me. He hands me a can of de-scenter before plopping a juice bottle and subway sandwich on the desk in front of me.

"Eat. You look on the verge of passing out."

"It's not my break yet."

"I said eat, and Thane won't care. You look like shit, and for god's sake, put on the de-scenter. I could smell you the moment I stepped out of the elevator," Leon says, walking off toward Thane's office.