All Chapters of The Assassin and Her Alpha Mates: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Beta Marcus frowned as we walked up to me. “Why did you just drag Councilman Ortiz’s daughter in there?”“Councilman? Shit.” I exhaled sharply. “I’ll explain everything on the way to her father.”Marcus nodded. “He’s usually at his second house this time of day. Claims it’s his ‘sacred nap time’—doesn’t like being disturbed.” He chuckled lightly.“Well, he’s about to be very disturbed,” I muttered. “And he won’t like why.”As we walked, I filled Marcus in. His reaction mirrored my Alphas’—“I shouldn’t have been so gentle,” he growled.Once his anger settled, I shifted the conversation. “Tell me about yourself.”Marcus shared that he had a younger sister, Silvia, ten years his junior. His mother had passed after Silvia’s birth, and now his sister was at Harvard, studying law to work under Luke. His father, a retired Beta, was his closest friend besides my mates. When the new Alphas took over, his father stepped aside, and Marcus assumed the role.“If it’s not too personal,” I ventured

Around midnight, I woke up to use the restroom and couldn't go back to sleep. So, I decided to go to my office so I wouldn’t wake up my mates with my tossing and turning.With the light on at my desk, I began to think about the last few days' events. So much has happened in the short time that I have been here.I was given Urk as a mark. I was attacked and paralyzed. I heard the conversation outside the room that helped us find the missing pups. We were attacked by rogues. We learned about Anastasia’s abuse, and now her father, a councilman, is abusing pack members.So many pieces of a puzzle. Where do we start to put the pieces together so it all makes sense? I was starting to get a headache.“There are too many coincidences for them not to be connected; we just don’t know how, yet. The attack bothers me. They seemed too organized for it to be a normal rogue attack. I don’t know, it’s just that something just feels off about the whole thing,” Cece said, very insightfully.I was think

Had I gone too far? Had I pushed him past his limits—scared him away forever? The questions clawed at my mind, relentless. Had he finally seen the truth? That I wasn’t just flawed—I was monstrous. Worse than they’d ever imagined. My chest tightened, breaths coming too fast, too shallow. What if he was already telling the others? I froze. What if they had recorded it?I didn’t know panic attacks, but this—this had to be one. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I bolted from the room, not daring to look back, not waiting to see if Zane would follow. I just needed to escape—from him, from myself, from what I’d done.The first light of dawn crept over the horizon as I burst through the cell doors. Without hesitation, I plunged into the woods, legs pumping, lungs burning. But no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t outpace the crushing weight of Zane’s judgment—his horror, his disgust.And then the dam inside me broke.Grief surged first—for the pups, for their suffering. Then fury—f

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I made my way to the front door, craving solitude. Being alone was familiar to me, and right now, I needed that quiet space. If anyone was outside, I assumed they’d be in the backyard. Peering cautiously through the door after opening it, I was relieved to find the porch empty. Stepping outside, I settled onto the swing and let myself sway gently.It had been years since I’d last sat on a porch swing—not since the summer before I lost my family. Memories of that rented lakeside cabin in Tennessee surfaced as I spoke softly to Cece. On the second day of our two-week vacation, my son had broken his leg. Determined not to let him miss out, my daughter had brainstormed ways to keep him involved. Though he’d been looking forward to skiing and tubing, my son ended up loving driving the boat—something Connor had taught him.A tear slipped free as I recalled that summer—our last together. I’d never imagined it would be the final one. Kelly had always b

When Zane and Jason pulled their fangs out of me and licked to seal the wounds, I started to burn up again, like I did after marking Zane. Except this was worse, much, much worse. I started to get hotter and hotter, and I climbed off the bed and stumbled.“Mi alma, are you okay?” asked Jason with concern. He looked at Zane and asked in panic, “Did we hurt her?”I couldn’t respond. If I tried, I feared I’d scream—my body burned as if engulfed in flames. Keeping my gaze averted, I bolted upright and sprinted away. Dean and Luke burst from their room as I dashed past the door, one of them quickly draping a blanket over me. I clutched it tightly, racing through the house and out the back without stopping.The forest blurred around me as the pain intensified. Somehow, I understood I needed distance—but not so far that I left pack territory—while my mates chased after me, confused.What’s wrong with her? Their voices tangled in panic, but I blocked them out, severing the mental link to spar