All Chapters of Reject Me, Alpha Tate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Nicole's POVThe shadow of her silhouette caught my eye first, moving across the glass-walled corridor on the secondary computer monitor beside my desk. I stopped typing and watched the live security feed. Sophia walked past the camera, her chin tilted high, her steps slow and swinging. She paused to adjust the strap of her leather purse, looking around at the white walls of the research wing as if she owned them, before continuing down the hall.A moment later, her footsteps stopped directly outside my door. Then came the knock—three loud, slow, confident raps that demanded an answer.Before I could speak, the handle turned, and the heavy door pushed inward. Sophia stood in the wooden frame, a bright, practiced smile stretching across her face."Lea," she said, her tone smooth and airy. "I am glad you are in."I kept my hands flat on the paper file in front of me, remaining firmly in my chair. I glanced at her, letting my gaze drop to her designer shoes before looking back up."I s

Tate's POV I stood in the corridor outside my room and listened to the phone but my expression did not change. She told me the exact words Sophia used. She said them without any crying, and without any extra drama. "Are the twins in the nursery now?" I asked. "Yes," Nicole said. "I will have two people outside the door within the hour," I said. "They stay there." She paused. "What are you going to do about Sophia?" "Handle it," I said. I meant it completely. My wolf, Storm, agreed with me. Sophia had looked at my children. She had gone to Nicole's office, played a fake game of being nice, and then threatened my kids on her way out. She had used the words terrible and confused to scare Nicole. "Tate," Nicole said. "I will not touch her," I said, already walking down the hallway. "But this ends today." "Tate" she said again and her voice sounded heavy. "I know," I said. She hung up and I immediately dialed Jonathan before I even reached the stairs. He answered on the f

Tate pov "I know you cannot believe your eyes, Alpha," the investigator replied, his tone entirely professional and devoid of pity. "But the camera does not lie. If you call him out on this right now, he is going to lie to you. He will hear the change in your voice. He will know something is wrong, and he will get skeptical. He will warn her, and they will cover their tracks. If you want to know the depth of this betrayal, you need to keep your mouth shut. Keep him close, act normal, and watch him like a hawk."He paused, letting his words sink into my chest. "Frankly, it is quite surprising. I could find out the truth within days of arriving here, but you couldn't see what was happening right under your nose."I hung up on him. I did not want to hear another word.My hand shook so violently that I could barely force the device back into my pocket. The betrayal hit me like a physical blow to my chest, knocking the wind right out of me.Jonathan. My beta. My brother.The investigator’

Sophia pov The heavy glass doors of the research wing clicked shut behind me, sealing out the sterile, white-tiled corridors of the institute. I walked down the dim basement passage, my heels striking the concrete floor with a sharp, rhythmic snap. The sound was comforting. It was a reminder that in a place filled with fractured minds and failing bodies, I was the one who controlled the rhythm.I checked my watch. It was past nine in the evening. The administrative staff had gone home hours ago, leaving the facility to the night shift and the shadows. This was when the institute felt most like a chessboard. Every room held a variable, every corridor was a lane of attack, and I had spent weeks mapping every inch of it.I turned the corner toward the maintenance utility room—a blind spot in the secondary security grid that I had personally vetted. I reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing against the heavy fabric of my jacket, and pulled out my keycard.Before I could swipe it agai

Nicole's POVI stood there a moment longer, with the report still glowing on my phone screen. The cold feeling was steady in my chest.Someone had paid real money toward the possibility of hurting my children, and that fact was now in writing.I was afraid, but I was also thinking clearly. Both things were true at once, and I had learned a long time ago that they usually were.The silence in the kitchen felt heavy, but then a door opened down the hall.Bare feet hit the floor in a fast, heavy rhythm. Someone was running-stumbling, little feet thumping loudly against the floor. Then, a voice called out, still half-asleep and thick. "Mommy? Where are you at? I can't find you!"Hearing the messy, loud shout, I knew it was Maple.I flipped the phone face-down on the counter, and turned toward the kitchen entrance, smoothing my face so he wouldn't see the fear. "In here," I called back, softening my voice. "Come get breakfast, buddy. I'm right in the kitchen."He appeared in the doorway,