Semua Bab I Am The Alpha's Rejected Mate : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Ashley's POVI could do nothing but stare at her, my mind trying all it could to make sense of her words. No Zane's funds? Then was the hotel built? How did she get all those face large monitors? Who sponsored her? Zara's smile deepened as she watched my confusion unravel. It seemed to be a twisted form of satisfaction to her. "You think I'll just show up from the blues in New York to save your dirty ass from the police?" she said, pulling away from the light bulb and pacing around in the darkness. The clanking of her boots on the floor seemed to count time. "You have no idea Ashley how long we've been chasing John. That bastard made himself vanish every single time. But you–" she paused, pulling her face into the light again. "Your connection to your kids was all we needed. It made you useful." I blinked, letting all these get in slowly. "You... you used me?" "Oh spare me that Ashley," she cut in, rolling her eyes in a way I hadn't seen her done before. "You were suspicious of

Ashley's POVDavid exhaled again, a slow and shaky sound that was almost inaudible. Then he bowed his head once more. My head already raised up to him, I stared at his form for a long second, then let out a sigh. From what Zara said, we all must be in a plane headed to Oakwood pack. This means that we should be airborne, crossing New York presently. My head leaned back slightly, pressing the wall behind me. Then my thoughts drifted painfully, like walking barefoot over wooden glass, back to that night in New York. The night she led us to her apartment. I heard her make that first call, the one that first aroused my suspicions about her. 'We've got them,' she had said, and things happened all top fast after that. Then the other call she made back in the hotel, the one I eavesdropped on. She'd known I was there, behind the door. Must have felt my presence, smelt it, or perhaps she even heard the change in my breathing. That call wasn't meant to reach anyone. It was all theater, o

Ashley's POVZara stammered, "but..." "Shhh," David hushed, moving wit such calm control that sent goosebumps up my arms. His face dropped close to Zara's, slowly brining his lips even closer and kissing her forehead. Zara was stunned at this, and she showed it by releasing soft moans. Then David traced a finger along her neck, and in a voice ever smooth, he murmured, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're... completely satisfied." He had such confidence in his voice, one that was purely magnetic. The whole world seemed to have narrowed to him and Zara alone. I shot a glance at the receptionist, noting how she swallowed and watched all this unfold without blinking. Then she coughed awkwardly. "Excuse me," she murmured, bolting for the exit. Zara didn't take notice of her, didn't even care to look back, her breathing coming in short, fast bursts. She nodded at anything David said, strings cut. Pulling her hands to his chest one more time, he let her go. "I'll be waiting," he whis

Ashley's POVI turned to David, noting the slow and deliberate strides he too towards Ben. Every inch of his tall frame moved with a sort of unshakable confidence, one that I didn't take note of before he left to get the kids. His physique seemed to devour Ben completely, the difference between them both very visible. Ben seemed to know this, as he made a slight shift of his stance. He straightened up his spine almost defensively. "You need something Ben?" David, who had stopped just a few paces from Ben asked. His voice was casual but laced with steel. Ben managed a scoff. "Yeah. How about an explanation for why the hell you're walking around like you're in charge. You're a captive here, remember?" David made a low chuckle, his lips curling upwards just slightly. "I think Zara might have a different opinion about that."The smile vanished from David's face as he said this, his expression tightening and his shoulders squaring. Ben blinked, jaw twitching as he muttered some words

Ashley's POVThe door slammed shut, and the van lurched forward.The inside of the van was lit and a bit stale, the kind of air that had abilities to make one's skin itch, creating thoughts that were more intense than they had rights to be.I shut my eyes for a while,then stared outside the window,noting how the desert stretched for miles. There was practically nothing but endless flat land that cracked from heat and time.I could feel a rise of anxiety just like the rising wind that swept across the terrain. My thoughts spiraled.Ella could have just ordered for our execution right there, just as soon as we stepped out of the plane.What exactly was her game? Was this mercy?No. I shouldn't expect that from her. She wouldn't spend so much resources to bring us here and let out live. That'll be madness.So what then? A slow death in some Oakwood dungeon? Torture until we break our very selves apart? My hand trembled slightly as I thought of these, recalling that Ella was also a he