All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The funeral is perfect, well, as perfect as burying two friends can be. I panicked a little when everyone started staring at Elle but a quick word with Low and he handled everything perfectly, maybe my father was right about us being a perfect fit for eachother. Now I’m alone with the enforcers with a beer in one hand and a whisky bottle in the other, the enforcers have their own way of saying goodbye and it's going to give me the perfect opening to speak with them. “Marc.” I say softly as I lift the whisky bottle. as each enforcer echoes me, I tip the bottle up and empty the contents over the freshly dug earth. The enforcers each down the beer in their hands and soon enough we’re just a group of guys holding empty bottles. I down my own beer quickly; I hate beer but this is a tradition which was formed long before I was Alpha. “What now, Alpha?” One of the guys calls from the back of the group; it's a natural question but not an easy one to handle. I debated calling Brandon back in

Gideon is ignoring me, which was annoying at first but after the first day I started to use it to my advantage, it didn’t take me long to realise that because I’m human, I’m invisible to the Pack. The people outside of the enforcers don’t see me as a threat so they just refuse to see me at all, it's allowed me to explore when I’m not training, which is how I found my van. It was hidden away under a massive weeping willow tree. I’ve been spending my afternoons in here, which hasn’t been all that bad. Each time I close myself into the cold metal, I remember the freedom I had on the road. I know I’m doing the right thing for the first time in my life but I’m bored out of my mind. I tried flirting with Low but he turned me down cold. Dutton has completely vanished and GIdeon seems to have lost all interest. I don’t want to be all about the sex but a girl has needs and without someone fun to play with, I’m finding myself with a deep itch I can’t seem to get rid of. That's why I’ve been hid

Gideon isn’t talking to me; he’s just dragging me through the Pack like I’m some errant child. I tried to pull my hand from his for a while but then people started looking at me like I was crazy. Now I’m walking behind him with my eyes on the floor so I don’t have to look at all the people lining the streets; it's the middle of the day so most of the women are out chatting while their children play. It's crazy to think that something this normal can happen in such a messed-up world; shifters have really rebounded from the bunkers and I kind of understand why someone would want this kind of peace. The Master is going about it all wrong, though. Killing the shifters won’t allow us to achieve this level of life; it's the shifters that make this possible, no matter what the Academy does to them, they will never get this kind of life. “Gideon, where are we going?” I hiss at his back; he doesn’t even look back at me; he just continues to storm through the Pack with a tight grip on my clenc

I can’t see my abused skin but I can imagine it turning a bright red as Gideon rains down blow after blow. I can hear him breathing heavily as he works his way down my pubic mound; my entire body tenses up when he pauses a little too long between strikes, my pussy is wide open thanks to my ankles being tied and I know any kind of whip on my pussy will hurt. “Look at that; you pink up so beautifully," Gideon purrs. I moan out when the next lash lands on my left nipple instead of on my pussy. I feel it peak up and beg for attention; he soothes the pain by massaging my breasts while laying a lash on the right one, he alternates between lashes and massaging until he’s moving so fast I start to become dizzy. I can feel myself getting wetter each time the whip hits my skin; I mutter nonsensical words that kind of sound like I’m begging for more. My entire body feels like I’m floating; my eyes are closed despite the eye mask, I’m actually arching my body towards him as if silently begging

Gideon is quick to leave once I leave the bathroom; he doesn’t bother with making small excuses or even putting on clothes, he’s going for a full Pack run which means he will be shifting. The Pack will be swarming in wolves tonight; everyone who can shift will be on four paws. It would be wise of me to keep myself tucked away inside where I know I’m safe but I’ve never been accused of being wise. The Pack is excited; they’re getting a new Beta and a new Head Enforcer, just because I don’t understand their ways, it doesn’t mean I can’t understand their excitement. They’ll be distracted, patrols will be light and they won’t see an attack coming. It's the perfect time for someone to hit them hard, Francis said, I had time to get out but it's not like he hasn’t lied to me before. Gideon doesn’t need a guardian; he doesn’t need me in the trees watching the most direct route into the Pack but that's what I’m going to do. I feel protective of the enforcers I’ve helped train and of the man wh