All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I flex my hand out while I lean against the wall and watch Low and Brandon chain Dutton to the ceiling of the cell. I thought the bunker cells would be enough torture for any shifter but today Dutton is going to find out that there is a reason I’m known as ruthless outside of the Pack. I might not be like Elle anymore and I might not go looking for people to kill but I know how to get blood on my hands when it's called for and Dutton is screaming for it. I want answers and until I get them, Dutton is going to spill everything he knows before I send him into the eternal hell I’m sure is waiting for him. “Wake him up.” I snap as I push off the wall; Brandon moves away from Dutton and grabs a bucket of ice-cold water. He waits for Low to step aside before tossing it over Dutton’s unconscious form; the doctor comes awake with a loud roar. He bucks and tries to free himself but he’s secured to the ceiling by heavy chains around his wrists, each ankle has been secured to a large bolt on th

I know something is wrong the second I step out of the van; everything is too quiet and all of the people are gone. There's only one thing that can make a rest stop empty like this. Danger. I pull my loaded gun from the back of my jeans and lower myself to a crouch while pressing myself against the side of my van. I strain my ears for any sounds of disturbance. At first I hear nothing and then the soft click of a gun safety being pushed off. I have a split second to roll to the side before someone starts firing on my van. They must be using a high-powered rifle because bullet after bullet is piercing my van without ever missing a beat. I have no choice but to flatten myself onto the hard floor and start army crawling towards the bar. I can’t hear Ghost or Judge shouting but that doesn’t mean anything. Maybe they are both already dead or maybe they are fighting so hard that they haven’t noticed the rain of bullets coming down on me. When I get to the bar door, I have to lean up to push

“I didn’t know females could have wet dreams.” Ghost mutters as I pace in front of Elle. she’s been out for hours but for the last few minutes, the air has started getting thick with her arousal. She’s muttered the odd word here and there but not enough to give away who she’s dreaming about. “I’m going to break your nose.” I snap at Ghost; he’s a great Luna protector but right now he’s pushing it too far. He knows Elle is mine and he’s brought her back injured and barely awake. I didn’t even know she was hurt until he got close to the Pack, as far as I’m concerned, he’s lucky I haven’t broken his nose. Those muttered words over the Pack connection almost pass me out; I’ve already lost one mate and I refuse to lose another. “Chill Alpha. He didn’t mean anything by it.” Brandon growls at the same time he punches Ghost on the arm. "Let's go and patrol; those humans might still be hunting you both.” I look over my shoulder to see both of them shifting so they can start running through t

“It's definitely infected but I have no idea what to use on it.” Julie whispers, we’re standing outside of the bunker that Dutton is being held in. Brandon has tried to talk me out of going down there to speak to the man who has been hurting the pups of the Pack. I conceded to letting Julie look at my wound but her response is not shocking; I had a feeling I would need a real doctor because even I’m not sure what's going on and I’ve seen all kinds of wounds. “It's fine, Julie; listen in while I talk to Dutton and when he spills what I need go and get it.” Brandon lets out a growl of frustration but Julie and I both ignore him; we both know that talking to Dutton is the only way I’m going to get help with my injury. “Calm down, you’ll be there to watch her back and let's face it, Elle isn’t a typical female.” Julie smiles at her mate and places a hand over his heart; the tenderness in her eyes is enough to make me look away. My heart starts to ache again; I’m not completely sure why

It takes me a minute to figure out why I can’t move; it's only when I’ve fully taken stock of my body that I realise I’ve been chained up much like how I left Dutton. I can’t feel my hands at all and my shoulders feel like they’re on fire. I try not to move as I take stock of who is in the room with me. It smells nothing like my Pack but shifters have definitely been in here. I can smell the tangy scent of a male who has bled more than once in this space; there is also something pure and sweet that reminds me of a pup but this is distinctly female, the more I try to grab hold of the scent, the more I pick up. Each one is very female but the scents can’t belong to a pup more than a few days old. It's almost like I’m stuck in a corridor that has been used between a delivery room and a waiting room; it makes me think of Elle and the state I’ve left her in. She’s injured, has a serious infection and she’s carrying my pup. I jerk forward in my chains but nothing happens. I try to pull in a