Alphas Possession

Chapter 98

Read Alphas Possession by Jessica Hall Chapter 98 – Rhen POV

“Thane, let me at least help; I’m not that bad at cooking,” I hear Harlow tell Thane as I walk into the foyer. Raidon gives me a look hearing them; they weren’t arguing and were in the same room together and not at each other’s necks. Walking into the hall, I see Thane huff and he has this pained look on his face, “Harlow, please let me do it. You can watch,” ‘Oh, god, please say yes,’ I thought to myself that woman could burn water.

“My cooking isn’t that terrible, and you….” Thane raises an eyebrow at her, and I stifle my laugh as I watch them quietly. Raidon and I had raced here the moment we felt her pain but seeing them now, Thane was taking care of her, and they seemed to be getting along “You ate the spaghetti made,” she huffs. He grabs her hips, setting her on the countertop.

“A+ for effort. But you couldn’t cook to save your life; I can’t stand eating your cooking anymore. I don’t think my stomach can take it. But if you insist, I will suffer in silence until it kills me.” he laughs.

“Well, it wouldn’t be suffering in silence now you told me,” she says, shoving him away. Raidon comes up behind me, and they finally realize we are watching them and Harlow’s face lights up.

“Tell him, Rhen, my cooking isn’t as horrid as he is making it out to You liked it, right?” I look between Thane and her, not wanting to hurt feelings, before nudging Raidon to answer for me.

“Yeah, I like it; I don’t know what he is talking about,” Raidon says.” Right, Rhen?” Raidon smiles at me, waiting for my answer as Harlow’s eyes narrow looking at me expectantly, awaiting my answer.

“Well, is it that bad?” she asks, wanting the majority ruling to say she could cook, but I want to live and not die from food poisoning.

“Well, you’ll never be a chef, but it’s edible,” I tell her, and she purses her lips, and Thane rubs his hands up her thighs. “See?” he says. Hearing the door, I look back to see Leon wander in. He stops in his

tracks as he spots Harlow and Thane in the kitchen, Thane standing between her legs, I could feel his shock, and it was evident as Leon stared at them openly.

“Stop staring, don’t ruin it,” Raidon growls through the mind link.

Stepping into the kitchen, Thane steps aside, and I lean down and peck her lips. “Let Thane cook,” I tell her, and she sighs and reluctantly nods her head. I could see she wasn’t completely trusting of him but was giving him the benefit of the doubt. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Fine,” she says, hopping off the bench when Leon wraps his hands around her. He tugs her back against him, whispering something in her ear that makes her arousal scent the air before he rushes her off to make her shower with him.

“Leon!” Raidon scolds, feeling his burning hunger. “I’m fine,” he tells Raidon. Leon had not once fed off her. He refused and has been drinking from blood bags which was beginning to get on all our nerves because his scent would change for a few hours afterward.

“Go with him. He doesn’t feel right, “Thane nods to Raidon, who saunters off after them. Thane grabs some pots and pans out.

“Leon had to bail Talon out again,” I tell Thane, who nods his head. “I figured as much by his mood,” I waited for Thane to blow up; he was sick of the trouble Talon caused Leon. We all were, but he was family, however, his usual i tyrant mood at such matters doesn’t come as expected.

Instead, he starts getting ingredients out. “What are you making?” I ask him, stepping behind him and wrapping my hands around his waist. I drop my chin on his shoulder. I had missed this, missed my mate, but he had to learn she was our mate too, and we wouldn’t accept his treatment of her if he wasn’t willing to learn from his mistakes.

We all groveled, begged, and earned her forgiveness over the past few days but what he did was inexcusable, just as it was inexcusable that we let it go on so long.

“Lasagna,” I nod and kiss the side of his neck as he pulls the meat from the packet. I press him

against the counter. His hands hit the countertop. “Rhen, I’m cooking,” he snaps at me, and I chuckle at his grumpy ass. Some things never change with him. I nudge my hips against him, and he smacks my thigh.

“I have nipple clamps upstairs with your name on them,” he warns me, and I grip his hips, spinning him around. He growls at me until I press my lips against his. His growl turns to a purr, and he grips the back of my neck, deepening the kiss, biting my lip, and making me moan.

“Don’t tease me, don’t ruin my good mood,” he growls at me, letting me go. “Maybe I am not teasing,” I tell him.

“You want to be because I need to cook. Now go harass them, out of my kitchen,” he snaps at me, reaching for the tea towel, and I chuckle at him, turning away from him when he flicks it, making me jump at the sting of the tea towel snapping against my ass.

“I’m going; I’m going,” I tell him, walking off. Finally, things were getting to some form of normal. Walking upstairs, I moved toward the main bathroom, where I could hear their voices, pushing the door open. I find Harlow watching them shower as she sits on the sink basin wrapped in a towel, her hair dampened and droplets of water running down her shoulders.