All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“What the hell am I looking at?” I growl at Brandon as I braid my wet hair. Gideon has been gone a handful of hours and all I’ve managed is a quick shower, my pills and a rushed breakfast. He told me not to spar with the enforcers but that doesn’t mean I can’t watch and offer suggestions; the last thing I expected was to see Seraphina on the field with three grown enforcers surrounding her. “She wanted to train.” Brandon mutters while looking down at his clipboard; a quick glance over his shoulder shows a list of enforcers and the things he wants them to train on or who he wants them to train with. I’m happy to see that some of them are suggestions I made; it makes me feel like I’m actually contributing more than just my womb to the Pack. “She shouldn’t be on the field.” I mutter as I start towards the group of enforcers. Brandon tries to grab for me but when I shoot him daggers, he quickly holds up his hands. He’s been careful about not being alone with me since the forest. I haven

“So not to be rude or anything, but why aren’t you all dead?” Low asks the obvious question as we sit around the small campfire. Rusty led us away from the hiding spot to a small burnt-out house that they’ve been using for a few days. I half expected there to be more enforcers here but it seems to just be the three of them. The Beta and Head Enforcer are still in wolf form, their glowing white wolves watching the darkness as we sit and eat old, rusty tins of beans. They’re just doing their job but it feels a little weird being next to wolves that I can’t communicate with. I’ve met a few rogues in my life but I’ve never met another Alpha or pack shifter. It's weird and I feel on edge, like there is an itch just under my skin that I can’t seem to reach. I’m out of my element. I wonder if this is how Elle felt when she arrived at the Pack?“Nah, it's not rude.” Rusty grunts as he hands Low a metal bottle filled with water. My Beta smartly sniffs it before taking a drink. We have no way o

Pain. Unfiltered, raw and undeniably agonising pain. That's the first and only thing I become aware of as consciousness starts to seep back into me. I can feel someone touching me but each time their fingertips touch my skin, it feels like a hot poker being seared into my skin. “How the hell did this happen?” I recognise Desmond’s growl, which only causes me more pain, theres only one man I want right now and it's not the old man full of wisdom who walks around with his little cane that I’m almost certain he doesn’t need. “Someone put something in the food and knocked us all out cold; I barely even felt her call for help.” That's Ghost; he sounds panicked and I’m almost certain he sees my attack as his own failure, he’s supposed to protect me; it's literally his only job. Nothing could have stopped Seraphina, though. I’m trained to take down Alphas three times her size and strength but the second that knife pressed against my stomach, I froze; there was literally nothing I could do

I should feel clumsy like a puppy taking its first steps, but each time my paws hit the ground, I just feel more confidence; it's hard to explain, but running on four paws feels more natural than walking on two legs ever did. For the first time in my life I feel comfortable, like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, and I have the added bonus of no longer being in pain. I can feel my muscles rippling with every jump and everytime I push my body to run faster. I can feel the wind ruffling my fur, and I can hear every tiny animal running from me as my imposing white body rushes through the landscape. I’m running faster than I ever could manage on two feet; it feels like I’m outside of the Pack in the blink of an eye, and I can tell because the scents change. Everything shifts from familiar and warm to something dark and sinister; I think I finally understand why the shifters seem so scared of the outside world. It smells gritty out here, like someone has scorched the earth and then pil

My father. Did I hear Gideon right? No way this massive man is my father. I mean, logically, I know someone had to fuck the woman who birthed me, but I never thought I would meet him. I’ve never given him much thought; when I was younger I used to wonder about my mother and why she gave me to the Academy, but I never once thought about my father; my young mind just couldn’t understand how two parents could let me go so easily. I know now that it wasn’t as clean as all that, but if this mountain man were my father, then he could have fought for me. He’s almost double the size of Gideon, and if it wasn’t for the few grey hairs at his temple, I could almost believe he was the same age as Gideon. He could have fought for me, which means he chose to walk away before I was torn away from the woman who birthed me. ‘No, he’s not my father.’ I growl at Gideon. I’m lying on the ground, looking up at the group of men and wolves with my oversensitive yellow eyes. “She doesn’t believe you’re her