All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“And that is your pup, growing in the right place and measuring the right size.” Julie looks up from the grainy little picture; she’s smiling at me but I can see the sadness in her eyes, if there was literally anyone else who could do this, I would have asked them. Julie lost a baby recently; she shouldn’t have to show me my healthy baby. I already knew everything was okay or someone would have scented it. It's been two weeks since I was locked in the cell and found the weird little lab; since then I’ve been confined to the Pack house and Low has made sure to keep enforcers on the doors at all times. I’m still a prisoner; there just aren't bars on the windows. I haven’t even been able to get in the basement to speak to the new prisoner but truth be told I don’t want to go down there anyway. I haven’t seen Octavia since I went to look for the pups and I’ve been avoiding even thinking about her, let alone seeing her. “I’m sorry, Julie.” I mutter as she pulls the plastic wand off my sto

“Gideon, stop!” I push on his injured chest while scrunching my eyes closed. I was on board with fucking him to fulfil a need within me but the second those words fell from his lips, my entire world came crashing in. He doesn’t stop at first; he gives me another couple of thrusts before finally coming to a stop. The love shining in his eyes is too much; I have to turn my head to the side to avoid his gaze. I need to nip this in the bud before he makes it impossible to walk away. I’ll admit to myself that he gives me a sense of safety and comfort; he even smells like home now but it still doesn’t change that the Pack is not where I belong. I know everyone thinks I’m going to shift after I have my baby but I don’t plan on sticking around long enough to find out. “What’s wrong?” Gideon looks between us, where I can see his impressive length stretching me wide open. “Did I hurt the pup?” HIs hand lands flat on my stomach as he finally pulls himself from within me; my pussy completely bet

“Get off me!” I roar as Low and my father carry me out of the room and down the stairs; they’re gripping me so tightly that the only way I can escape is if I do them some serious damage. I understand why they're confused; I just marked my mate without her permission but they don’t understand the panic I felt. Elle was standing there, telling me she’s going to run the second our pup is born; I just felt so empty at the idea of losing a second mate. I know Elle leaving and her dying are two very different things but in that moment, my wolf took over and every rational thought fled from my mind. “Not a fuckin’ chance.” Low growls at me, my mother is walking behind us silently weeping into a little tissue; she hasn’t said anything yet but I know when she does, she’s going to destroy me with just a handful of words. They didn’t give me a chance to even apologise or clean Elle’s wound; I was sucker-punched by my father and now I’m being dragged to the kitchen. “I need to get to my mate.”

My leg hurts almost as much as my heart but the warmth at my back is letting me relax just a little. I’m not sure what happened. I woke up covered in sweat and desperately needing some comfort so I decided to run myself a bath to stop myself from searching out Gideon. Ever since he placed his mark on my neck, it's like my yearning for Gideon has tripled; it's only my steel-like resolve that has stopped me from seeking him out. I know he feels bad about marking me like he did; he keeps sending me waves of regret and sadness so it's been hard to miss but I’m not ready to just forgive him. The Master trapped me at the Academy; I finally gained some freedom when I left but really I was still a prisoner. I just wrapped it up in my love for the kill. Now I’m trapped with Gideon; it's possible I could have changed my mind and stayed once the pup was born but now I’ll never know if I’m staying because of the mark or because it's what I want. It's the fact that he took the choice away from me

Gideon is set on making me come apart; he’s keeping up this weirdly slow seductive fucking that seems to be keeping me on the edge of a permanent orgasm. I lost count a while ago but the sheet below us is soaked, our bodies are covered in so much sweat that we’re practically sliding against each other and I’m pretty sure our foreheads are permanently fused together. “Gideon, I can't – not again.” I moan as I slide my hands into his sweat-soaked hair; I feel like seasons are passing and the hands on a clock should be falling off; he’s been fucking me for that long. It's not that I don’t appreciate the pleasure or the attention; I’m just starting to edge into pain with each mini explosion thatechoes through me. “You can, one more time, Killer. Cum for me.” Gideon’s nose presses hard against mine; his tongue swipes down to collect the sweat off my top lip. I try to hold back my moan but it leaves me without much effort. He’s playing me like a fiddle and despite my body having had enoug