บททั้งหมดของ Reject Me, Alpha Tate: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Tate pov Lily did not say anything, her jaw was tight. She stared at the floor because she was trying not to cry in front of me."Are you going to fix this?" I asked her. "Are you going to tell those workers that you lied?""If I do that, everyone here will think less of me," Lily whispered, her eyes filling with tears."You should have thought about that before you hurt my children," I said. "If I hear your voice whisper Nicole's name one more time, I will have security throw you out of this building even Jonathan will not be able to save you."I grabbed the report from the table, opened the door, and walked out into the quiet hallway as Jonathan followed me, leaving Lily alone in the small room.Behind us, the small room door swung open again. Lily came rushing out. Her head was down, and she was sobbing openly now, her hands covering her face. She did not even look at us as she walked straight ahead down the hallway, her fast steps echoing against the walls.Jonathan immediately t

Nicole pov I stood in the doorway and said nothing."I went to see Tracy this morning," Tate said. "I looked right at her, and I asked her the truth. She swore she did not say a word to Sophia or Lily." He looked down for a second. "And I believe her. Tracy is not a good person, but she is not stupid. She knows you are Dr. Carter. She knows your medical treatment is the only thing keeping her mind healthy, so she would not risk losing that.""Then how did Sophia find out?" I asked. My voice was very cold and I was working hard to hide my feelings."I do not know yet," Tate said. "Jonathan is still looking into it. But I promise you, it was not me. I need you to believe me."I looked at him. He was kneeling on the hard floor. He was the leader of the South River Pack, and he was the biggest, strongest man in any room. Now, he was on his knees outside my office at eleven o'clock at night, begging me to believe his words.A part of me wanted to believe him. That was the part that scared

Nicole POV I looked closely at my son's face. His lip was split, his cheek was turning blue, and his little hands were shaking from all the excitement and fear. He was not even four years old yet but he had fought a boy and his friends just to protect my name. Now, he was sitting on the floor with me, trying so hard not to cry.I put the wet cloth down and pulled him into a tight hug.He made a small, sad sound and pressed his face right into my shoulder. The shaking in his hands got worse. That always happened when he finally felt safe enough to let his feelings out. Rosy moved closer to us on the floor. She put her small hand on his back and rubbed gentle circles to comfort him."Amber," I whispered, looking up at her where she stood right beside us. "Can you hold Rosy's hand for a minute?""Of course," Amber said, crouching down immediately. She gently squeezed Rosy's shoulder and took her hand. "Come here, sweetie. Let's step back just a tiny bit and give your brother a little bi

Tate's POV The door to my office opened without a knock.Jonathan walked in, closing the door firmly behind him. He did not sit down, instead he stood straight, holding a thin folder in his hand. His face had the tight, careful look it always got when he had news that he knew would make me angry."Tate," Jonathan said, keeping his voice low and steady. "Maple is fine. He is home with Nicole and Rosy right now. His lip is cut, but Nicole already cleaned it up and took him back to the apartment."The air in the room felt instantly thick. I stood up from my desk. "What happened?""There was a fight in the nursery a little while ago," Jonathan said. He opened the folder but did not look down at it. "A four-year-old boy named Leo Vance started a fight with him. The boy told Maple that Nicole was a liar, a fake doctor, and a coward who runs away from alphas."My hands went completely still at my sides. "A four-year-old.""Yes," Jonathan said, nodding once. "Maple told him to shut up, and

Nicole's POVI chose my moment deliberately. It was not only from anger, though the anger was there. It had been with me since I sat at my kitchen table the night before, writing notes about the nursery fight while my son slept with a cut lip in the next room. I had learned over the last few years that anger could make you reckless, or it could make you precise instead I chose to be precise. Lily was walking down the east corridor, near the guest rooms. She should not have been there at all. The institute leaders had placed a strict restriction on her, banning her from this wing.I stepped into the hallway and blocked her path. Two staff members were walking the other way: Lily stopped, looking up. When she saw me, her eyes moved quickly to the staff members, and her face turned into a look of mild irritation."What do you want, Nicole?" she asked, using my real name with a sharp, biting tone. "You are not supposed to be in this wing, Lily," I said. My voice was low, clear, and s