All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“It's the pups.” My heart starts beating rapidly in my chest as I push myself away from Gideon and step closer to Low. “Tell me she isn’t that weak.” I growl at Low; he hisses at me but I ignore the threat. “Tell me your mate didn’t kick me out of that daycare and then let those pups get taken or hurt; fucking say it, you bastard!” I screaming now; I half expect Gideon to jump forward to protect his Beta but no one is stopping me from screaming at Low. Gideon knows how much I care about kids and the pups of this Pack might not be the type of kids I’ve come to know in the world but they are still young people who need protecting. “Shit, it's not what you think. Fuck.” Low rakes his hands over his head, which forces his hair to glide back from his face. “It's not the pups you left with Lexie; she would have died before a single one of those pups left her side.” Low is right in front of me now and he’s shouting just as loud as me. I keep expecting Gideon to step between us but he’s not

I’m itchy to a point that I want to claw my own skin off; there’s one spot right between my shoulder blades that I can’t seem to reach. I keep rubbing myself against my seat but it does nothing. I know it's all in my head. It's because my body knows something is missing, probably the massive Alpha that likes to press himself against me at every possible moment. We’ve been on the road for less than an hour and we’re still within the Pack borders. I could turn around and tell Gideon I don’t want to look for the pups, but I know the six little faceless faces will join the ones already in my nightmares. “You grip that steerin’ wheel any tighter and it's going to pop right off.” Ghost growls from beside me. I don’t know him so I don’t have much of an opinion of him but right now I want to punch his stupid face just because he’s here. I know Gideon is trying to protect me by sending someone but I just see Ghost as another chain clinging to me. Gideon knows I won’t be able to leave a shifte

"Elle, you need to see this.” Ghost calls out. I push the knife a little harder into the Collector’s shoulder before jumping to my feet. I give him one last look before turning my back on him. His fingers have stopped twitching; even if I take the knife out, the damage is most likely permanent, and he’s no threat to me anymore. I see Ghost has walked behind the counter; he has a computer in front of him and the glow of the screen is lighting him up, making him look like some kind of otherworldly ghost. I kind of get the name but it seems more like a punishment to me, like his parents judged him on how he looked when he was born and decided to brand him with the name forever. "What have you got?” I ask as I walk around the counter. I step up beside Ghost to see the screen in front of him is littered with numbers and names along with time stamps. The more I look, the more I realise what it is that I’m seeing, when I see my own name, I know I’m right. The Collector doesn’t just take a b

The house is quiet by the time I’m a third of the way down the bottle of whisky; I can hear my mother overhead still shuffling around the bedroom but otherwise everyone is sleeping. I know six couples that won’t be sleeping tonight and as much as I want to lie down and close my eyes, it's just not possible. I still stink of Elle. I can still feel her gripping me tighter than any female ever has and I can still feel the way she shook in my arms. I want to go to her and demand her body gives me more of those feelings but I can’t. War is coming to the Pack and even if it were acceptable for an Alpha to leave, now would be a bad time to do it. Ghost thinks I sent him with Elle because he’s expendable but he’s actually with her because I need him to help her get back here safely. He’s under strict orders to fool her lead and is forbidden to shift until he’s back on our land. I want him to be as safe as possible and because of his Albino skin and eyes, he’s not as easily recognisable as a

“What the fuck!” The Judge roars as I fire a second shot. I miss this time but only because he’s on his ass from the shot I’ve already landed. I try to push Ghost out of the way so I can end this bastard but he places a hand on my stomach and forces me to stay still. “Wait a second, Elle.” Ghost mutters, I can do nothing but watch as Ghost drops to a crouch in front of Judge. They glare at each other for a second but eventually the Judge breaks the stare-down so he can check on his wound. I refuse to lower my gun with Ghost being so reckless. He doesn’t understand how dangerous this guy is and add in the fact that he’s a shifter and I’m almost certain we should bury this guy in concrete and chains. “There hasn’t been a shifter King since Caleb Thorn was killed as a pup.” Ghost growls, his eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to see something in this guy's face other than rage and murder. "You're not him so you have no right to even put those names in your mouth.” Ghost leans forward and