All Chapters of I Am The Alpha's Rejected Mate : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ashley's POVDavid and I turned swiftly to the directions of the sound of footsteps. It was Zara, and she stepped in with her usual air–unreadable and sharp-eyed. Without much thought, I reached for the keyboard, my fingers dancing towards the shutdown button. But I felt David's hand clamped over mine with speed, firm but silent. Don't, he revealed with his eyes. I froze, realization quickly hitting me that Zara would surely suspect something more if I shut it down. I heaved a sigh and pulled my hand away. Zara walked forward, not seeming to notice what just occured. Her boots were soft against the floor as she moved, coming to a slow stop beside us. I saw her eyes flick over to the monitor. She saw ever damn thing. "Hmm, looks like someone's been working pretty hard," she said as she turned back to me. I feigned a smile, doing all I could not to meet her eyes. "Trying to connect a few dots before Ella conquers the world." She chuckled, her eyes still on the screen before tur

Ashley's POV David halted too, staring at the building for a while before turning his gaze at me. It lingered just enough for a silent question to pass between our eyes. I answered with a firm nod. Without a word, we crept forward, gliding as two shadows through the fold of the night. We moved through the edge of the low income building, trying all we could to avoid any line of sight from the flashing cars and murmuring officers in the front. The porch light in the back of the house was off, greeting us with an eerie stillness. We advanced with caution and the aid of the dim moonlight, stopping just before the set of wooding steps that led to the back door. David halted again, his eyes flicking toward the door and back to me. "If we go through there," he whispered low, "it'll be no different than just handing ourselves to the police." He scanned the dark edges, tension riding the length of my shoulders. "Explosives went off that night Ashley. That means the Feds must be sniffin

Ashley's POV The door burst open, it's metal part groaning as it swung inward. The blaring music rushed out in a scream. David took the first step forward–then froze. I followed, then stopped dead on my tracks as my breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened in disbelief. John was in the room, his eyes fixed intently on me. But he wasn't alone. There in the center of the dimly lit room was John, locked in a heated angle with a naked woman. Her back arched and her legs curled around him in an intimate position. The music blared louder in the background, seemingly amplifying the strangeness of the scene. It was all as if they were moving in rhythm to the corrupted sounds. "What the hell..." David muttered, turning sharply and shielding his face. The woman beneath him, noticing our presence, turned slightly, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders. But she didn't look ashamed, not a bit. In fact she wasn't even surprise at our interference. Her golden eyes only flicked

Ashley's POV The atmosphere in the room changed in an instant. With a hiss, several seams along the edges of the wall cracked open and through them a thick greyish gas blasted out in every direction. The walls blurred first, the lights flickering wildly. At my first breath after this, I staggered backwards, coughing as the gas clawed into my lungs like burning fingers. Niko fell to his knees, coughing hard too. Rhea held her chest, gasping terribly beside me. I glanced at the bastard John. He didn't cough, neither did the woman beside him. Squinting my eyes to see through the smoke, I saw the masks they both wore. It was sleek, dark and tight around their faces. "Let the kids go Ashley," he said, stretching out his hand towards me like he was offering a sort of salvation. "Or you stay and watch them die–" "Your choice girl," the woman beside him added. I snarled through a cough, pulling Rhea tighter against me. "You're a sick bastard John!" "Oh yeah? Well that sick bastard wa

Ashley's POVI stood still, motionless like I was the very one with the gun pressed to my head. My claws twitched at my sides, a pulse pounding behind my eyes. I knew that no matter how fast I was, a bullet would be sitting prettily on Rhea's skull before I intercepted John. "Fuck!" I roared. "Not now dear. Now's not the time to use foul words is it? Read the room!" John mocked. He dangled his gun around before pointing it back on Rhea's head. Her body was rigid in John's chokehold, her small chest giving a rising and falling motion, with sharp and fearful breaths. Her innocent eyes were locked on mine. I bit my lower lip. "That's right Ashley," John continued in mockery, his voice quite smooth and venomous and the sly smile returning to his face. "Now your fucker werewolf huge guy ain't with you no more huh? Must have gotten the right instincts to stay the hell off!!" "Fuck you!!" "But it's a shame you know," he continued, ignoring my interjection. "I bet he's just out there