I reject you, Mr. Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

 Kayla's POVThe men stood around me, leering at me and the leader lost his apprehension entirely, having all his men to aid him. He strode towards me confidently, invading my personal space and I raised my brows at him."Oh, so you are not going for a one on one this time? Scared a woman will beat your ass...again?" I asked with a smirk."You!" he raised his hand as if to slap me and flinched with pain, as his eyes went down to his hand which was trembling under the exertion. "It hasn't healed yet? Must have broken quite terribly.""Woman! You are asking for death! If you weren't just so gorgeous, I would have torn you to pieces and fed them to my boys already. But it would be a waste to destroy such beaut

 Kayla’s POVI let go of the control I held over the beast inside me and as the man quivered in front of me; I knew that my eyes must be glowing right now. He finally seemed to recognise what horror he was facing, but bad for him, it was too late. I smiled at him showing my sharp teeth and he flinched before raising his hand toward me shakily.“Feral Assassin,” he mouthed in alarm, but no sound came out. Still, the words he breathed out seemed to ring in the silent forest, and the men who were holding me let go of my arms like they had been burnt.That’s right. I am the Feral Assassin everyone has celebrated. They looked down on me because I was a woman, even when I proved myself time and time again. That’s why no one ever doubted that the Feral Assassin could be a woman. It was always ‘he’ for them. Well, the joke is on them.I stretched my limbs and relished in the feeling of

 Kayla’s POVI sighed and hesitantly took a step towards Zane. “I will tell you everything. But not here,” I said.He looked at the corpses around us and nodded in agreement.“As much as I don’t mind seeing dead bodies, I don’t think this is a place fit to have a heart to heart either.”“Let’s go,” I said.Then, because I couldn’t resist it, I took a twig from the floor and dipped it in the blood of one of the rogues before drawing my symbol on a tree. Then I turned to Zane, who was watching me with raised brows.“I don’t know when I started leaving the symbol of justice after the kills. But now, it feels weird without doing it,” I said sheepishly. Then I realised how lame that sounded. As if leaving no symbol near my prey was anymore weirder than killing rogues and fixing a symbol for myself.Thankfully

 Kayla’s POVI looked at Zane and took a deep breath before delving into my troubled past.“After Uncle Xavier recognised me as a Feral wolf, I was so rattled by the information that I was in a constant state of worry and distraction. I got pissed off for even the smallest of things and I convinced myself that I will go insane any day, leaving me unable to fulfil any of my missions in life,” I sighed. “Exactly one month after the rogues attacked my pack, I faced the challenges for my Alpha position. With my Feral strength, I easily handled the challenges, and that was when I decided that I needed to start searching for the rogue who had escaped the night of the rogue attack.”“I had heard of how there were fifty challengers for your position and how you fought ten of them and even killed one. I always thought it was just an exaggerated tale, but I guess not…” Zane muttered.

 Kayla’s POVZane leaned towards me and bit his lip in concentration, making my gaze lock onto his lips, which looked a little swollen from our kiss. Already I was thinking of pulling him back to me and kissing him again. Who knew kissing could be this addictive? I had always thought that kissing would be awkward and sloppy. How wrong I was!When Zane gently touched my face, sending tingles spread over my entire face, I was snapped out of my not so innocent thoughts. As he wiped off the tears from my face, I started unblinkingly into his eyes, which were filled with so much tenderness that I felt like crying again. What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling like crying at the simplest of things? I had bottled up my emotions for so long and now that they were freed from their cage, was I going to be a teary, snotty mess all the time? The thought was enough to sober me up as I cringed at imagining me crying at the drop of a hat. N