บททั้งหมดของ Reject Me, Alpha Tate: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

At two forty-seven, Petra finally looked up from her phone. The wooden bench near the hedge was empty. The gravel path was empty."Maple? Rosy?" she called out, her voice rising in pitch. She walked a few steps into the grass, her eyes wide as she scanned the dense boxwood hedges. "This isn't funny! Where are you guys?"Silence answered her. The side gate was shut, but when she checked the handle, it rattled loosely. Panic slammed into her chest. She scrambled for her radio, her fingers slick with sweat as she hit the speed dial for the nursery desk. "I lost them. I turned around for one second and the Carter twins are gone from the east garden. They aren't here!"The nursery desk operator didn't hang up. She patched the emergency alert straight to the third-floor biology labs.Amber Cole picked up her phone on the first ring, her eyes widening as she listened. She didn't even say goodbye to the senior researcher standing next to her. She slammed her laptop shut, her chair screeching

Tate's POVI stayed in the room until Reyes's team had what they needed, until Sophia was cuffed and walked out. I stayed because leaving felt wrong, because my body had not yet received the information that the emergency was over.Marlon and Amber came into the hallway. Amber looked past me into the room, her eyes wide. When she saw the twins, she let out a loud breath and rushed inside."My cutie pies!" Amber cried, dropping to her knees.Maple and Rosy ran straight into her arms, their little legs moving fast. Amber gathered them up, hugging them so tight her knuckles turned white. She pulled back slightly, her hands shaking as she touched Maple’s face. She saw the bright red, swollen slap marks on his cheek."Oh, look at your poor face," Amber whispered, her voice breaking. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small first-aid cream and a clean cloth. "Let me fix this. See my cutie face? Let me put some cream on it to make the boo-boo go away. You are so brave, Maple. So brav

Nicole's POVI led the twins down the quiet hall, my hands resting gently on their small shoulders. They moved slowly, their little bodies wrapped tight in the oversized blankets Marlon had given them. Maple held his plastic cup of apple juice with both hands, taking small, careful steps so he would not spill a single drop.I opened the door to my apartment and pushed it wide. "Inside, cutie pies," I whispered softly.They walked into the bright, warm living room. The heavy blankets trailed behind them on the clean floor. They climbed onto the big, soft sofa together, sinking deep into the cushions."Okay, my loves," I said, kneeling right in front of them and tucking the blankets around their bare toes. "We are home now. The bad lady is gone. The scary day is over. What do you want to do next? You get to pick."Rosy looked at the tall bookshelf near the window. "I want my animal book," she said, her voice still a little shaky. "The one with the big pictures of the lions and the furry

Nicole pov I turned the small lamp down low, leaving the room in soft shadow, and walked out into the narrow corridor. I closed the door quietly behind me and stood straight. Tate was standing just two feet away, his broad shoulders resting back against the wall.The apartment was completely quiet now, the quiet night wrapping around the closed doors."Thank you," I said softly, looking up at him."They are mine, Nicole," Tate said, his voice deep. "There is no thank you needed for taking care of my own blood."I looked at his face. The cold, blank mask he had worn for years was completely gone, replaced by a raw, open look that I was still trying to adjust to."Maple called you dad," I whispered, the words hanging between us."Yes," he said, a small, genuine smile touching his lips. "He did.""Without me telling him to do it," I said, shaking my head slightly. "Without me setting it up or preparing him. He just said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.""I know," Tate

Nicole's POVOn a Tuesday morning while I was at my desk. On my two large computer screens, the colorful brain maps from our latest scans were spread out wide, and a half-eaten piece of toast was going cold beside my keyboard.Marlon knocked and opened the door in the same motion, which he only did. He held up his tablet. "It's in," he said.He walked over to my desk and handed the tablet to me. The glass screen was warm as my fingers brushed his. I took it, pulling the screen close to my face, and read the official document displayed on the bright background.At the very top, a digital gold seal of the Regional Alliance Oversight Board stared back at me. Below the seal, the words were stamped in bold, heavy letters:OFFICIAL RULING: CASE #4092SUBJECT: Sophia Lane ACTION: Formal censure issued. All pack-adjacent protections are permanently revoked with immediate effect. RESTRICTION: Permanent ban from all Alliance Institute grounds and facilities.CO-CONSPIRATORS: Hale and Voss AC