All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Well, that was terrifying.” I snap at Ghost the second I can feel my heart beating in the right place again; I swear my soul just left my body when I opened the bedroom door he was just standing there like some kind of red-eyed ghost. “I’ve been here for three days.” Ghost growls as he takes my elbow. I try to pull my arm from his grip but he insists on walking me down the stairs. Today is the first day I’ve been able to put any kind of pressure on my leg and I just couldn’t face getting back into that bed. Knowing I’m pregnant doesn’t change anything; I still need to find the pups and the Pack still needs Gideon. Desmond is doing everything he can to keep everyone together but I know that he’s way too old to be leading a Pack and that he can’t shift anymore, which means if the Pack is attacked again, they need their Alpha. “Don’t you have anything better to do? Someone else to watch over? What about Dutton? Or the women he hurt?” I fire the questions at Ghost in rapid succession;

"She's good.” Low's rough rumble captures my attention and pulls my focus from the field; he stops close enough to me that I can feel his body heat but he doesn't try to touch me. "She's sloppy," I grunt as I cross my arms over my chest. “Her centre of gravity is off, she's holding back on her punches and she's too slow.” I know Low is probably expecting me to praise her and make her out to be the next me but I can't do it. If I keep putting her down, Seraphina will lose confidence, and she won't demand to be on the battlefield beside me. She won't see it in the beginning but with a handful of words to the Pack Beta, I've just saved her life. I feel protective of her and I don’t know if it's her age, my past or the life growing inside of me, whatever it is, I won’t see this girl with a gun in her hand again. I might not know how to do the whole mother thing but I do know my childhood was nothing to aspire to.“Come with me; I have something to show you.” I open my mouth to deny Low’s

“Wake up, puppy.” Harmon’s sickly sweet voice hits me before the pain from her recent torture crashes into me. We’ve been going at it for hours; she’s sliced me every possible way but I still refuse to give her anything, the old scars on my chest have been reopened but by the time she hit my legs, my chest was already starting to heal. I might be chained and unable to move, but my wolf is as strong as ever. I think if I focused, I could get out of the chains, but each time I pretend to pass out Harmon starts talking and she has a lot to say. “You’re a fuckin’ psycho.” I snarl at her; she’s standing in front of me in a pair of tiny shorts, her t-shirt has been taken off so her lace bra is the only thing hiding her from my gaze. She’s covered in my blood; her hair looks like she’s dipped herself in red paint and her skin is covered in sweat tracks thanks to how my blood has coated her while she’s overdone it. No one has told her to stop or even asked what she’s doing, actually; since t

I’m possibly the worst person in the world. I’ve spent four days avoiding Low and his whole ‘you’re not human’ mantra and now I’m sneaking out of the Pack in the middle of the night. The good thing about Gideon being gone is that I’ve been there when Low and Brandon set the patrols up, which means I know exactly which enforcers are where and that's why I’m heading towards the north side of the Pack. It might mean a longer trip to where I’m going but it also means the only person in my way is Phelan; he’s been keeping his head down and helping out thanks to the enforcers the Pack lost when the humans attacked. No one has said anything about his brother but I’ve seen the looks Low and Brandon keep shooting his way; I think they are both waiting for Gideon to come back before anything permanent happens. “Where are you going?” I stop just before I step into the trees; I completely forgot about Ghost. he’s always just standing on the sidelines and it's easy to forget he’s there. I suppose

“Let me clean you up.” Low grabs my hand with a much gentler touch than Brandon; he cradles my hand while brushing a white cloth over my wound, he manages two swipes before leaning in to sniff me. “I’m fine – what the hell are you doing?” I try to snatch my hand back when I feel his nose tickling my injured palm; he’s not just sniffing me, he’s fully soaking up my scent and this feels just a little too intimate. Low has a mate and I’m carrying his Alpha’s baby; there is no way he should be sniffing me this intimately. “He’s right, it's changed.” Low growls after a few minutes of us playing tug-of-war, he turns his face to Ghost and drags me close to Ghost so he has no choice but to sniff me slightly. “Ghost, do you smell that?” Low asks; he’s speaking to Ghost like I’m not even here and like the two men aren’t soaking up my scent like it's the best thing they’ve ever scented.“Fuck.” Ghost’s eyes go wide as he pushes Low away from me and grabs my hand until I’m so close he’s got a r