All Chapters of Reject Me, Alpha Tate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Tate pov There is a long pause. I hold my breath in the kitchen, waiting.Finally, I hear Nicole sigh. "Fine. Just stay in the tub." She raises her voice, shouting toward the kitchen. "Hey, tall man! Can you come here?"I smile to myself. Tall man. It seems that is what they are using to address me."Coming," I say.I get up from the table and walk down the hall. I lean against the bathroom doorframe. The room is full of steam, smelling of sweet baby soap. The twins are submerged in bubbles, splashing each other.Watching Nicole manage them is an eye-opening experience. The moment I walk into the bathroom, the twins splash the water, their faces lighting up."He is here!" Maple cheers, pointing at me."The tall man!" Rosy squeals, kicking her feet in the bubbles. They are completely happy to see me.Nicole wipes a stray drop of water from her cheek and looks at them firmly. "Stay still so I can bathe you guys," she orders.They keep wiggling, completely ignoring her. I step closer to

Nicole pov "Yes." I looked down at my hands. "When he was mean and cold, it was easy to stay away. I knew how to handle that. But now? He listens to Maple talk about dragons for minutes. He stops me in the halls to ask if I'm okay. Last week, he held me so carefully, like he was afraid of breaking me. His kindness is so much harder to handle than his cruelty."Parkville looked at me for a long time."What do you want?" he asked again, bringing me right back to the real question.I didn't answer quickly. I just let the thought sit there without making excuses or backup plans. I had been hiding what I wanted since I was nineteen, because back then I learned that wanting things was dangerous."I want him," I said again. "I want the version of him that is standing in front of me right now. Not because of the bond, but because he is the person I always cared about from a distance. I want to see if I can trust him with everything—the twins, my research, and myself. But I am terrified of wa

Tate's POVI had been thinking about it since I left Nicole's apartment that morning.I wasn't thinking about the twins or Sophia. I had already made my decisions about them, and I knew that changing your mind was a weakness. I was thinking about Tracy. Tracy has been sharper lately. The protocol was working. In her sessions, she could hold a conversation longer without getting confused. She was being less cruel, not because she was getting nicer, but because her mind was getting clearer. A clearer Tracy was not easier to handle. She was more dangerous.I found her in her room. She was sitting by the window with a book, but she wasn't reading it. She looked up when I walked in. Her face became completely blank and careful. She had spent decades learning to hide her feelings, and I could tell she was already planning something.I closed the door but did not sit down."I need to tell you something," I said. "And I need you to listen to the whole thing before you say anything."Tracy se

Tate pov "You are throwing away your future for those random kids," Tracy began."I said don't," I told her.My voice was low. I did not shout, and I did not need to. It was the voice that came from a place way past anger."Don't call my children names. Don't call them random, and don't call them nothing.""Don't what?" Tracy snapped, her face turning red. "Don't tell you the truth? Don't speak in my own room? Don't you ever say 'don't' to me, Tate. You do not get to come in here and command me."I stayed completely calm, watching her."I raised you," she went on, her voice getting louder. "I fed you, and I clothed you. I did everything for you, you idiot. You are my son, and you are supposed to be grateful to me for the life you have.""I am not going to be grateful," I said, my voice flat. "I won't use everything you have done for me as an excuse to let you bring down my kids."Tracy leaned forward, her eyes burning. "Are you so sure those children are yours?""I am one hundred per

Nicole pov The downside corridor was empty. I walked to the supply alcove at the far end, turned in, and set my materials on the shelf. I stood there with my hands flat on the metal surface and my eyes on the wall in front of me.Four seconds.I counted them.One, the familiar heat of humiliation moved through me. It was old and recognizable. It was the exact feeling of standing in a pack house corridor while someone acted cruel just to show off for an audience.Two, I knew I was not that weak person anymore. I had not been that person for years. I had built a real life for myself, while the women in that room had only built their lives by trying to stay close to power.Three, I felt angry. Anger was better than feeling ashamed, and it helped me focus.Four, I made my decision about what to do next.I picked up my materials and went back to work.******By the afternoon, I had texted Marlon and contacted the legal director of the institute. We arranged a meeting for that evening in a