All Chapters of Prince Alpha's Rejected Maid: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The hatch stayed open and even from the doorway he could smell two things-cleanliness and blood. Blood had spilled then been vigorously cleaned. The small handprint on the back of the door suggested the door had been used for support by whoever entered before shutting themselves inside. Long slender fingers, iron and wild flowers, both the image and scent imprinted on his mind. It'd take a long long time before he could forget about it. Mikhail reigned in his temper. And the snarling urge to call Noah and ask him how had he known Beatrice would be here- in one of the abandoned shipping yard. The small cabin lay down few stairs on the boat. And the boat was big enough to accomodate three people. His wolf had pre calculated the risk from the bridge across. The boat had been parked, no one had visited in past eight hours. The wait to get to Beatrice had nearly killed him but he couldn't risk her life for his impatience. He was buying time. He didn't know what he'd do once he found her.

"I had Ashleigh create a lab-controlled DNA copy we found in those dead bodies. Remember when that creature attacked us? It looked gnarly, grotesque and not itself. The deformation had already begun. They were never going to be able to create a stable prototype because the ones injected with mutated blood were unable to survive. Desmond gave away his plan the moment he let that creature attack us, whatever it was." Noah shuddered in phantom disgust."Children adapt to new changes better than adults. Our priority is to keep them safe. And hold onto what our enemy wants the most. So I simply passed on the blood samples made in the lab to the members high up the chain. Greggory delivered it. That's why I could never tell you or Evan. You had Vanessa's best interest at heart. Evan is very…… fond of her. Secrets weigh a lot, Rhys. How can you carry them when I barely can? For what it's worth, I am sorry." Rhys swallowed another shot of rum. Noah had kept them in dark. All of them. He sud

She should've visited this place in the morning. Lower Manhattan was vividly occupied by pedestrians even at this time of night. Five students-they looked students sat at the turning of the curb discussing Ophelia, their bandanas and tie-dye t shirts looked approachable but as she drew near, she realized she didn't have to. Across the street in typical New York style, made of red-pink bricks with hedgerow growing on either sides, filling up the lane, the Rattlestick theatre was a far cry from furnished. Vanessa darted around, a quick scan later she tried the door with her foot. The students might not see her now but they would if the damn thing creaked. They were theatre students doing a gothic version of Ophelia, how they were going to pull it off-she had no idea. Her thoughts scrambled like chicken at the barn. She had hid for the entire in set of public washrooms. Making sure she sat on the closed toilet lid, knees to chest and not on the floor. Because anyone would recognise her sn

Evan had double-checked his lpanto move her to states, provided en route everything worked smoothly. The could go via Spain nd be thre in two das ut the refugee crisis from Morocco meant strict border regulations- Jodie was not a reliable captor. The only reason she wasn’t runing was because without a plan, she won’t get very far. Once they crossed borders, wihtout her fake passprt she’d be detained. All he had to do was get her out of Morocco without a lsew of law enforcement behidn them. His asset in Morocco had come through with ther fake IDs. Another poolite option was Greece but leaving Morocco from any airway was-put plainly, stupid. Airport authorities were the ultimate errant id, they pokedand prodded everywhere. If Jodie casued ruckus, they’d both be taken in immediately. European countries sharing border crisis took no prisoners when it came to suspicious activities. So another laborous route would get them to USA. She was sleeping next to him in thecar. He knew she had a p

Her saucer eyes followed him everywhere. Being near her was a lot like tipping the balancing world, to measure one’s footing, when all it wanted was to spiral Evan out of control- a spiral with no recovery, only impact. Pale silver eyes rimmed of kohl lashes blinking at him every few minutes of the flight until he excused himself to get both of them something to eat. She displayed no novice qualms at flying, so his theory disproved itself. She wasn’t nervous flying. And now that they had landed, the airport security once again having checked them, with mild surprise at their lack of baggage. Thankfully, they didn’t comment. They were both Morrocans, returning to work here for six months. Minnela and Connel Gerber, oil company engineers relieved to be back home. That’s the look no one questioned. It implied they traveled back and forth from Morocco enough times a year, they had made themselves a home in the Eastern African country. Now she was sitting at the bench, haplessly surveyin