All Chapters of Reject Me, Alpha Tate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Tate pov "Because when the trial results are published, my real name will be on them," she says. "The methodology will be scrutinized. Someone will eventually connect the anonymous foundational patient to the researcher. I did not want you to read it in a paper."I press my lips together. "You wanted me to hear it from you.""Yes," she says."Even after everything.""Even after everything," she says.I look at her for a long moment. "You used your own brain damage," I say slowly, "to build the treatment that is restoring my mother's mind.""Yes," she says."The mother who" I stop."Yes," she says again, her voice completely even. "That one.""The damage from losing your wolf."Something moves across her face. "From losing Sable," she says quietly. "She went dormant the day of the coronation. That is what I mapped."I hadn't known her wolf had a name. Three years under the same roof, and I never thought to ask. Shame pushes against my ribs, but I don't engage with it. I cannot afford

Tate's POVThe report lands on my desk at seven forty-three in the morning.I have been awake since I left the conference room. I sat in my institute rooms with the lights on, and Storm pressed against the inside of my chest like something trying to break through a wall. I did what I always do when I cannot process something. I worked. I pulled every file the analyst had been building. I read every document, and I looked at every gap.There are a lot of gaps.A child's records, properly filed, leave traces across multiple systems. Pack registry, birth documentation, medical records from delivery, and vaccination logs in the alliance health network. It is a paper trail that begins at birth, accumulating naturally over years. What my analyst found for Rosy and Maple Carter is a clean, internally consistent set of documents. They exist only within the institute's own systems, with nothing before them, and nothing outside them.They were not born into the world. They were constructed in i

Nicole's POV Amber finds me in the lab at half past nine. I can tell from her face that something has happened. She has never mastered our institutional composure. Right now, she is trying too hard to look neutral, which means the news is big. I close my laptop. "Tell me," I say. She sits across from me and folds her hands. "Marlon called me a few minutes ago. He said he tried reaching you, but your line is unavailable." I exhaled. "I left my phone at the office, what happened?" "He asked me to find you," she says. "He wanted to warn you before you heard it from someone else." Something cold settles in my chest. "Warn me about what?" "Tate had the report this morning," she says. "The analyst's findings. There are no external records for the twins, he found Marlon in the lower corridor and confronted him." I go completely still, my heart beating faster. "Marlon said Tate already had everything," Amber continues. "The documents, the gaps, the timeline. He said the lie

Tate's POV I don't sleep, instead I sit in my room with every light on as I think through everything from the start. Meeting them in the library, meeting them in the garden. It seems like the universe was trying to send me a signal, but I was too blind to see what was right in front of me. I sat right next to them, talked to them. How did I not know? How could a father not recognize his own children? Maple and Rosy are my children. At this point, I felt like I was losing my mind. Nicole orchestrated this entire game perfectly. She hid her identity as a researcher, pretended to be an attendant, and forged documents for the kids. It was too much to take in. Right now, at this point, Nicole scared the shit out of me. It is as if she is an entirely different person from the woman I used to know. The girl who used to take everything I dished out without complaining was gone, replaced by someone brilliant, calculating, and cold enough to pull off a massive deception right under my nose.

Nicole's POVI hear the knock and freeze. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Marlon always texts first before coming. Amber brings pastries and never comes this early. So who could it be?My heart stutters as I stand in the hallway, hand resting on the frame. I take one steadying breath and open the door.Tate is standing there.I blink, stunned. “Tate?” My voice comes out sharper than I intended. “What are you doing here?”He looks composed on the surface—dark circles under his eyes—but I can see the weight he’s carrying. “I’m here to see you,” he says quietly.I glance over my shoulder toward the twins’ room, panic rising fast. “Not yet, Tate. You need to leave. The kids”He ignores me completely and steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.I want to scream at him. I want to shove him back out into the hallway and tell him this is my space, my life, and he doesn’t get to just walk into it whenever the mood strikes. But Rosy and Maple are still asleep just down the hall,