The Alpha's Possession

Writer's POV Couple of years back, Mr Morgan was sited in the hospital, roaming about while his wife was screaming in the labor room. He tried to keep calm but he can't. He was panicking, feeling uneasy and scared at the same time. He tried sitting down but his legs wouldn't settle. He sprung up again. That was when the cry of the baby was heard. He threw his attention to the door as the doctors started strolling out. He was even scared to hear what the doctor has to say. He wish it's not what he's thinking. "Congratulations, Mr Morgan. It's a girl" the doctor said, smiling at him. Mr Morgan felt his world spinning. He didn't know if he should be happy or not. He just accepted the handshake from the doctor and wore a fake smile on his face, nodding his head repeatedly. "Thank you doctor, can I see my wife now?" he asked. "Of course, we'll move her the ward. Then, you can see her. Excuse me" he said and left. He didn't want to see his daughter. He can't. He was feeling his heart ache at the thought of it. He remembered what his father did to his older sister years back, It was going to be his daughter's turn to suffer the same fate. . Minutes later, he walked into the ward, leaning by the door. He just watched as his wife carried the baby on her body, looking emotionless. He cleared his throat, seeking her attention. She turned to him and gazed at him. "Jace.." she called out his name. "Shh" he said and walked towards her. He slowly sat on the chair, close to her bed. "What do we do?" She asked. "There's nothing we can do. Let's just name her and... Wait till she's 18" he said, staring at the baby. He was feeling the urge to touch her but he doesn't want to. He was the one responsible for what she's going to go through in the future. "Layla, her name will be Layla" she said. He nodded his head. "I'm sorry Layla. I'm very sorry" Jace muttered. . . ****Reality**** ****Layla Pov**** Today is Monday, the most hated day, out of the days of the week. I tried to open my eyes after mom had called me twice. "Layla! Wake up already!" That's the third time. I threw my legs down the bed and scratched the back of my head. "f**k mornings" I uttered as I strolled pass my little sister's bed. She was still sound asleep. I entered into the bathroom and had my shower. Quickly, I slipped into something comfortable and prepared for work. I walked out of the room and saw my mom and dad, with my annoying elder brother eating breakfast. "Good morning mom, dad" "Good morning sweetie" dad replied. He was focused on his newspaper. "Have you woken your sister up for school?" Mom asked me. I shot my eyes wide open. I actually forgot. "No" I replied. "Why? It's almost 8" she said and rushed to my room. I sat opposite my brother. He's always staring at me like he wants to strangle me. I hate his gangster look. "Going to work?" He asked. "Yes" He snorted and dropped his toast. "Why are you so worked up about me working?" I asked angrily. "I'm not. I'm just jealous. You get to work while I just remain here at home" he said. "It's better than you getting arrested again" I said. "Don't you dare bring that up. Shut up" he said, pointing at me. "Whatever. I'm leaving already" I stood up. He made me lost my appetite already. "Bye dad" "Bye sweetie" he said. I quickly left for work. I never had any time to play with my father or mother. They just push me away like I'm not their child. But still, they love me. . I strolled into the restaurant and met my boss. There was no single customer. That's weird. The restaurant is normally filled with customers when it's early. "Great thing you're early Layla. Quick, change into the customize shirt and get to work" he said. "Okay?" I said without certainty. I wish to know what's going on but I can't seem to understand. This is the most popular restaurant in the city. I was lucky to work here. "What should I do again?" I asked Tim, my boss. He's just a young man, probably in his early 30's. "He sent a list of what he wanted..." Tim said, bringing out his phone. How I wish I have one. Have you seen a teenager without a phone, so pitiful. I have no phone, no boyfriend, no friends. I'm just... Me. I don't associate with anyone except for my colleagues and family, especially my brother. "Make some pasta, lasagne and gnocchi" "Italian dishes? Is the ..." I shot my eyes wide open, looking surprised. He didn't even let me finish talking before he replied. "Yes, he's coming again, today" Tim said. I slapped my forehead and exhaled deeply. "I know, I know you don't like him. Just make them quickly. I'll make the sauce for the pasta and the appetizer" he said and walked away. Why? Why is Carlos coming here? Why can't he go eat in a hotel instead? I hate him, I hate him so much. I wish I can poison him so he can just die. I shook the thought off my head and get to work. I was going to make the Italian dishes since I was the best cook in Tim's restaurant. I'm actually the only cook. I've been working here since I finished junior high school. My parents didn't have enough money for me to continue my education so I stopped anyway. I don't even wish to go back. I love my job. I was enjoying it until one stupid Carlos decide to ruin it. . Few hours later, couple of cars arrived. I waited outside the restaurant with Tim, trying to look my best. Not for Carlos, no way! For the reputation of our restaurant. "Try to smile Layla" Tim said, smiling. "I'll try" I replied, still not smiling. The first car opened as Carlos' bodyguards rushed out of the car to open the second car. So did the other guards in the other cars. Carlos slowly alight from his car and took off his sun glasses. He stylishly handed it over to his assistant. I stared at him. My heart was beating really fast because of how everyone feared him. He can do anything to get what he wants. No matter what the s**t is. I remembered the last time I met him, when my brother got on his wrong side. I had to beg him to release my brother from jail since mom and dad refused to do it. He didn't even listen to me. He released my brother after a month. That all happened three years ago. Looking at his cute eyes and fine face. Argh! He's so hot, so cute. I was even hearing rumours week ago that he's gay. How can a mafia boss be gay? Is it possible? Well, it can be. He can secretly kidnap young boys and... "Welcome Mr Carlos Luciano" Tim bowed. I snapped back to reality and also bowed. He didn't even utter any word or look at us. He just walked into the restaurant. His business partner also entered into the restaurant with him. Tim pulled me closer to himself. "Fast, get their appetizer ready" he said. I quickly rushed through the backdoor and got their appetizer ready. Why did Tim asked only me to report to work today? I cursed under my breath as I brought the meal out of the microwave. Designing the plate was the most exciting part, I quickly rushed out of the kitchen and placed the appetizer in front of them, following Tim's orders. "Thank you... Layla" Carlos business partner said. Of course, there was a name tag on my shirt. At least, someone cared to thank me, other than the second rude person. "When you're ready to eat, please call me" I said and was about to turn. "Layla" I heard my name. That was Carlos. I stopped when he called my name. It sounded so awkward and hot at the same time. Why? I turned and stared at him. "Yes, Mr Carlos" I said. I wish I could just take that plate and shove the food down his pants. "I specifically asked for plain Italian dishes. Why is hot corn and cheese dip here?" He asked. I frowned. "It's okay Mr Luciano, I can..." "Don't call me by my father's name. I am Carlos" he yelled at his business partner. I shook in fear. "I sincerely apologize" he said back to Carlos.n "I only followed my boss's order" I finally replied. "Well, take this away and follow my order. I want plain Italian dish today" he said, not smiling. But he was still cute. Can I just stop thinking about him? He's just so rude and arrogant. I clenched my fist angrily, glaring at him. I quickly grabbed the knife on the table and pointed at him. "You're going to eat this dish and enjoy it. I spent hours preparing it. Do you know how it felt to be stuck in the kitchen preparing this? "Put that knife down Layla!" he said, ordering me. "Or what? You're going to kill me" I asked. "Layla!" Carlos called out, snapping me out of reality. Everything was just my thoughts. I stared at my hand and saw that I wasn't holding any knife. Why would I even point a knife at Carlos Luciano. Do I have a death wish? "Yes sir" I said and took the plates with me back to the kitchen. . Minutes later, I came back with his so called Italian appetizer. I arranged them on the table. "Hmm, looks tasty. Nice Layla" the man said again. I smiled. "You could probably sign a contract with me. I'm planning a surprise for my daughter" "Thank you sir" I bowed. Finally, I was going to be a famous caterer. It's always been my dream to own a fancy restaurant and name it Layla's. "What's your full name?" He asked. "Morgan... Layla Morgan" I said. "Morgan? You are a Morgan" Carlos said, facing me. I saw rage in his eyes. Jeez! He's so scary. Should I say yes or just keep mute?