All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I wonder if the wolves below me know that I’m up here; it's fascinating to watch them chase rabbits and play-fight with each other, but I doubt this close to a nursery is the ideal place for this kind of fun. I’ve been up here for hours; I haven’t seen a single thing out of place but I have seen several of the older Pack members call it a night and head home. I can tell from the way the wolves are moving that the young ones are the only ones left. I saw one couple about an hour ago looking like they were trying to find a place for a little intimate fun but the bigger wolf sniffed and spotted me when the wind direction changed; they quickly moved on and I got to miss out on some live action wolf porn. I wonder if they do it while still in wolf form or if they shift back and fuck like animals in nature. My mind goes to some weird places when I’m staking out a spot; there is nothing to do but watch, wait and wonder. It's why I liked having my little radio so I could speak to Octavia when

“What the hell?” I snap at him as soon as I’m free; I step away from him as much as I can to give myself some room to catch my breath. I’m still not used to these damn shifters sneaking up on me; it's got me questioning just how aware I actually am. “There is no way Gideon is going to let you go running into an attack without weapons. Let's get you sorted and then you can do whatever it is you do.” Flora rubs up and down my arm while glaring at her mate. “You didn’t need to grab her so hard; she’s shaking like a leaf.” It's almost funny watching Desmond look down at the floor in shame. Flora is tiny compared to him yet she’s still able to put him in his place. “I have a gun.” I tell her but I refuse to look at Desmond while I can still taste his skin on my lips; the last time I was grabbed like that, Francis was dragging me to the reflection room. It's the first time in a long time that I’ve allowed my guard to drop so much. Gideon has got me spinning on the spot so much that I keep

It comes out of nowhere; I feel it searing through skin and drilling through bone before I’ve fully processed the pain. A grunt of pain leaves me at the same time. Low’s wolf lets out a long, tearful whine. I plaster myself against a tree and look down to see a new hole just under my second rib; there’s a steady stream of blood flowing out but not enough to make me panic. I know what I can survive and this is definitely something that isn’t going to kill me. It hurts like a bitch, but I don’t think anything vital has been hit; it hurts more than when I was shot in the shoulder, but that's probably because each time I breathe in or out the wound moves and I feel the bullet shuffle around inside of me. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” I repeat more to myself than Low; his massive white wolf is pacing in front of me and keeping an eye out for danger but it's pointless. I didn’t see who shot me, which means they’re likely in a tree or they’re using the cover of darkness to hide themselves. I know i

I don’t have to wait for long with the girl I injured but it's long enough for the guilt to make it difficult to breath, by the time the enforcer comes walking towards us, I’m on the verge of tears and I have to turn my back on him. He doesn’t say anything; I don’t know if he understands my guilt or if he’s been told to collect the girl and say nothing, either way, he’s gone and so is the girl by the time I turn back around. I’m suddenly faced with two options: return to the main house, face my guilt and possibly have Gideon rub himself against me like a wolf in heat or I can run and never stop. Running sounds damn good but I’ve seen first-hand what a handful of women did to the Pack, no one has told me the death total but I already know there will be more graves to dig tomorrow, if I run and turn my back on Gideon and the Judge comes, then he might not be here if I ever want to run back to him.“Elle, you out here?” I hear Dutton behind me but when I turn, I can’t see him. I suppose

Elle’s tightness suffocates my cock; she lets out a deep, low moan but I barely hear it thanks to the blood rushing from my head to my balls. I can’t move because I’m afraid I’ll spill myself inside of her after two pumps. I’ve had virgins and I’ve had Omegas but no one I’ve ever been inside of has ever been this tight. I know Elle likes sex; I know she uses it to deal with her emotions so I just figured her pussy would be a little looser than this. “Fuck, Killer.” I grind my forehead against the back of her head while I curse out her tightness. I never want it to change but I need her to understand the grip she has on my cock. She hasn’t said anything; I don’t think she can form a word considering all she’s doing is panting and groaning. I’m not a small male; I’ve had more than one female refuse to let me inside of their pussy because of my size. It's a nice boost to the ego when your young but now I just feel bad for not preparing Elle more. “Gideon—" Elle whimpers; there's just a