บททั้งหมดของ Reject Me, Alpha Tate: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Tate pov Jonathan nodded, accepting the gratitude with a small dip of his head. "I will see you at dawn, Tate. Get some rest."He turned and walked out, closing the door softly behind him.I sat alone in silence for a long moment, watching the shadows stretch across the floor.A cold feeling had been sitting in my chest for days, quiet and heavy. I had learned a long time ago to trust that feeling, even when I did not have the evidence to prove it yet. Sophia had been far too quiet since.I got up from the desk and walked over to the window. Below me, the institute grounds were softly lit by low lanterns. I looked toward the lab wing where Nicole worked. I wanted to tell her what was going on but I knew she would be home by now and I did not want to give her more reasons to worry until I had real facts. But I made a firm mental note to place two guards outside the nursery by tomorrow morning. Whatever Sophia was building with her secret visitors, my children would not be a part of

Sophia pov "And did his mind start to spin?" I asked, a cold smile on my lips."Immediately," Jonathan said, looking up to meet my eyes. "I could see the exact moment his alpha foresight started giving him trouble. He thinks there is a massive plot happening right under his nose. He looked right at me and ordered me to track their license plates, check the outside cameras, and find out exactly where those two men go the second they drive away from this building."I laughed, a sharp, clear sound. "He is so delightfully easy to manipulate when he thinks his precious little family is in danger. He has no idea those two men are just independent text managers I hired from the city to organize my old pack files. They don't know anything about Nicole, they don't know anything about the twins, and they don't care. They are just two regular humans doing a data job for cash.""He is going to waste forty-eight hours of valuable time tracking innocent data workers," Jonathan muttered, shaking hi

Nicole's POVThe red light on my desk terminal blinked three times. It was the specific slow flash that meant an official, logged petition had entered my queue. I clicked the mouse, opened the internal mail app, and a document with the official institute crest filled the screen.The text on the screen read:FORMAL PETITION FOR ROLE MODIFICATIONDate: June 24, 2026To: The Office of the Lead Researcher, Federal Research Institute From: Patient Tracy CaesarRequest: The patient requests an immediate change to her current care team assignment. Citing personal preference and daily comfort, the patient requests that her daily care be provided in an attendant capacity rather than a medical capacity.Proposed Assignment Change: The patient requests that Dr. Nicole Carter be removed from the medical file. The patient further requests that the former attendant known as Lea return to her previous role of personal attendant for the duration of the clinical trial.What Tracy was asking, transla

Nicole pov He smiled at that, a small, genuine smile, and pushed himself up from the wheeled stool. "I will let you finish your work. The afternoon report from Parkville's team finally came in — I left the physical folder right on your desk.""Thank you," I murmured, reaching for the folder.He walked toward the exit, but he was almost out of the lab doorway when I spoke again."Marlon," I said.He stopped, turning around to look back at me. "Yeah?""Add today's entire timeline to the master file," I said. "The original request from her, my formal denial, her escalation to the directorship, and Reyes' final ruling. Make sure everything is precisely timestamped.""Already done," he said, giving me a quick nod. "I put it in the digital vault twenty minutes ago.""And add the broken glass incident report too," I called out before he could leave. "I want the board to see her behavioral patterns if she tries to claim the environment is causing her stress."Marlon chuckled, leaning against

Tate pov She glanced at me quickly, checking my expression, then looked away before I could read her mind. "Two separate investigations." "Two separate investigations," I said. "If they both find the same answer, you'll have more reason to trust it than if it just comes from me." She didn't answer. I couldn't tell if she thought it was a good idea or if she was just being careful. I didn't ask her, because forcing her to explain her suspicion would only make things worse. We walked on. Maple had moved past the beetle and was now trying to stomp through a pile of fallen leaves with a lot of noise, lifting his feet high in the air. Rosy walked beside him and picked up a single leaf, turning it over in her hands with careful attention. "They look healthy," I said, breaking the long silence between us. "They have grown since I last saw them." "They are thriving because they are safe here," Nicole said, keeping her eyes fixed on Maple. "The institute has rules, no one can just walk