All Chapters of To Rule the Tsar Alpha's Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ace’s Point of ViewInside my room, the silence was short-lived.My wolf was clawing at the edges of my mind, restless and loud, pacing like a caged beast."Why the fuck are you holding back? She’s ours!"His voice roared in my head, primal and furious.I gritted my teeth, fists clenched. “She’s a Lambert,” I growled out loud. “Would you crawl into bed with the daughter of the man who got our father killed?”"She didn’t pull the damn trigger! She didn’t know! She’s our mate! That scent and the pull don't lie!”“Shut up!” I snarled, my voice bouncing off the walls. “This argument’s a damn loop. You want her. I can’t fucking trust her. End of story.”My wolf let out a broken whine before fading into the dark corners of my mind, retreating for now. The fucking annoying bastard. The moment he disappeared, I lost it.My fist crashed into the wall with a crack loud enough to startle whoever passing by. Blood splattered, dripping down onto the soft carpet. The pain was gone as quickly as i

Dennise Point of ViewIt had been a week. Seven long, dragging days, and I’d barely seen Ace, the man who was supposed to be my captor, my enemy. The one who’d taken me as payment for my father’s sins.So why the hell was I pacing like this? Why did I care?I’d see him in passing, sometimes. A glimpse down the corridor, the echo of his voice during late meetings. But then there were the other times, when I’d hear the door across from mine click open and a woman would step out. Beautiful, disheveled, clearly... used.She always came from his room.And each time, something inside me twisted. A sharp, ugly stab of jealousy I didn’t know I was capable of.It shouldn’t matter. I reminded myself over and over that I was here for a reason, to kill the Tsar, him, to finish the assignment. And to keep my family alive. But every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see Valentina. I didn’t hear her threats. I saw him. His eyes. That storm behind them. And the face women would praise.And worse was I

The room went silent. As if death itself was listening.“Virus,” she continued, clicking to another slide. Chemical diagrams. Victim images. Street footage. “A new form of meth, engineered off-the-grid and recently leaked to the black market. Triple the strength of anything we’ve ever seen, with unpredictable side effects.”"Unpredictable?" another assassin asked, half-scoffing, half-terrified.She pointed to the beast on the screen. "You’re looking at the results. Full mutation. Rabid. Feral. Near-bulletproof. Highly aggressive."My body had already stiffened. My senses are sharpening. That thing on the screen… it wasn't a random mutation. Maybe the manufacturer made this despite knowing the effect. This doesn’t add up. What the hell are they hiding from us? And why did the Bullet care about it? Valentina faced us like a general addressing a battalion. “As of now, all previous assignments are on hold. Our new priority is containment. You will hunt. Capture if possible. Kill if nee

Ace's Point of ViewThe music played smooth jazz. Low, classy, and sharp, just like the people attending. I stood tall and composed, the weight of my title pressing on me. shoulders like a tailored jacket. My wolf was still restless, clawing against the walls of my mind like a caged beast, but I had learned to wear masks thicker than steel.I was in the middle of a laugh, beer bottle in hand, when the garden suddenly went quiet.The moment I turned, the air shifted.There she was. Dennise. Fuck!And fuck, she was, damn fucking gergoues. I didn’t breathe. Couldn’t. Not with that black dress clinging to her like it had been sewn straight onto her skin. Every step she took was like a slap to my restraint. The slit up her leg was subtle, elegant, but my imagination took it and ran straight into sin.Stan had told me about the dress earlier. “It’s classy, boss. Real nice. Shows off just enough to hurt.” Bastard wasn’t lying.My wolf perked up so fast I nearly staggered."Mate. Our mate.

Dennise’s Point of ViewI watched Ace disappear with one of his men named Eric, if I remembered correctly. His face was unreadable, but something about the way his jaw clenched as he turned told me something was wrong. The air around him had shifted. Hardened. And it made me uneasy. Ace already told me I was the collateral damage of what my father had done. But first I want to know what really happened. I needed answers. And there was only one person here who could give them to me.My father.He sat at the far edge of the garden patio, where the music and laughter from the party dulled to a distant hum. I made my way there, the cool night air brushing against my bare legs. My heels clicked softly on the stone, but my mind demanded an answer. He was sipping wine, the expensive kind he only ever pretended to like and watching the crowd like a man with too many intentions.“Dad,” I said quietly as I took the seat next to him. He turned to me, smiling the way he always did, like I was