Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Read Omega’s Possession by Jessica Hall Book 2 Chapter 33 –
A lump formed in my throat, and a jolt of pain hit my chest as I watched and listened to Bree as she laid out her pain for me.
I held my breath when I noticed her bottom lip quiver. “But she told me to go home... I didn’t ask for much, just to get to know my
mother and little

sisters, but she told me that I wasn’t her daughter. It took me weeks to track her down, had to steal Mrs. Yates’s car, boy did I get
my a****s beat for that. You all went to some fair. I watched you all for days before I finally caught her alone in the bathrooms at
the fair.” Bree looked over at me, focusing her gaze on mine.
I felt as if she was staring straight into my soul. As if Bree tried to show me a glimpse of the pain she witnessed when she was
younger, and how it felt when our mother rejected her. I could only imagine how heartbreaking it was.
“You know, when she told me to leave, she also said that I wasn’t hers, but only his. That she wanted nothing to do with me. For
four weeks, I followed you all. For four weeks, only for her to tell me to go home because she couldn’t stand looking at me.”
I couldn’t understand what was happening anymore. Bree sounded devastated, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked
sad, but the corners of her lips kept twitching as if she was barely holding back a wide grin.
“Bree, you were there on that day, weren’t you? The day of the accident?” My eyes widened as I imagined the worst possible
scenarios. Was that even an accident?
Bree was going too far by stealing me away from my mates, but who knew how far she was willing to go back then, when our
mother had hurt her so much.
I understood why our mom did it. Bree was a product of rape, and although all she wanted was to be loved by our mother, not
every woman could love the reminder of what happened to them. In that situation, both of them were victims.
Bree shook her head. “Not my proudest moment, but all that time I watched her being the doting mother to both of you. The
mother I wished she would be to me...” She stopped and looked down at
her hands.

For some reason, I felt as if she was gazing at her hands to check if they were still covered in our mother’s blood. Was Bree
about to confess that she had anything to do with the accident?
Bree sucked in a deep breath. “Mrs. Yates finally told me who my mother was after the months I spent pestering her. Dad
refused. He said I was best off not knowing. And he was right because she didn’t want me. Then I slept with the Dean’s son at
my school, was able to use photo recognition to track you all done at some hotel, it wasn’t hard to find her from there because I
door knocked, and a woman told me she saw her car at a camping ground. So I watched you all leave, and I followed you all.”
“Is this why you are doing this now?” I questioned Bree, unsure if I even wanted to know the answer she might have in store for
me.
“What?” Her eyes snapped up to me. “No, I just want Talon back. He’s the only person who has loved me and wanted me. I was
just too blind to see it.”
Even if Bree kept denying everything, I didn’t think I could believe her. Her actions didn’t align with her words.
“Ah, girl hug!” Vadum taunted us from the driver’s seat.
Bree snarled and kicked his seat again. “Shut up, f****k wit!”
Vadum snickered, but I paid him no mind right now. He was the least important person in this situation, no matter how annoying
or dangerous he could be.
Instead of giving him any time of my night, I focused on getting as much information from Bree as she was willing to share with
me.
And once this car has stopped, I was more than ready to run for my life. I would force the shift to get out of these restraints and
get away from these sickos.
A sudden question popped into my mind, and I didn’t bother to consider if asking it would be a good idea, I just voiced it. “And
you think Talon would agree with this? He would be okay after he finds out the price of his freedom, am I right?”
“I am doing this for him!” Bree screamed at me as if I had just tossed her the greatest insult she had ever heard.
“Are you, though?” I kept pressuring her. Doing such a thing might cost me by angering her, but I was still willing to push her
buttons. “Or are you doing this to get back at our mother? To get back at me for being her daughter?”.

Bree’s eyes widened in shock as she frantically shook her head and raised her hands. “What! No! I would never! I have nothing
against you, Harlow! Or Zara. Nothing! I just wanted to get to know you! Why do you think I pulled you both from that car?”

I blinked at her, utterly shocked at her sudden confession. I was mentally prepared to hear something about Bree causing the
accident, but I never thought that part of her big secret was that she saved us from death.
But as the wheels in my mind started turning, another, somewhat unexpected realization hit me.“ It was you. You were the one
that drove us off the road. You. You were the person who forced us into that ditch!”
Bree looked away from me and pressed her lips together. My mind took me back to that awful day. The smell of gas, the sound
of my mother’s screams as the car caught fire, and she was engulfed in flames.
Zara and I were hanging upside down. My father died on impact. Yet, I heard my mother’s screams as she burned alive before
my eyes. I could still smell the scent of her burning flesh. My father’s seat was pushed back against my legs. I had both of my
shins, and my arm snapped. I thought Zara was dead. Half of her face was hanging off.
I could remember looking around, wondering what had happened before I passed out. The next thing I remembered was the
paramedics working on us.
I was in and out of consciousness. I spent the next few days drugged and high on painkillers before we were taken to the facility.
“When I hit the back of the car, I only did it hoping she would pull over, and explain to you both who I was. But the car spun out of
control. It smashed through the barrier and down the hill to the road below before rolling into the ditch.” Bree whispered, pulling
me out of the dreadful memories.
“By the time I drove down the mountain, the car was on fire. I tried to get to her, but... there was nothing I could do, so I pulled
Zara out first. Then I was able
to get you out. Your legs were trapped. I dragged you both up to the road and called for help.”
“And fled. You killed my family and destroyed my life. And then fled the scene.” I spat at her. She might have saved our lives, but
she was the one who caused it all. Bree was the one who took everything we had.
“And she destroyed mine!” Bree snarled.

Tears pr*****ked my eyes as I remembered small fragments from the accident. Zara remembered the fair, but she didn’t
remember the accident at all.
I never told her mum was alive, that I watched her burn alive. Her screams haunted me until, eventually, they became a distant
memory. Until I was able to pretend those screams, I woke up to each night for months weren’t my mother’s.
I couldn’t stand looking at Bree anymore, so I turned my gaze back to the window. So much for the claims of not being a
monster. She was worse than that.
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