I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw him walk through that door, looking so lethal. Sheila tried escaping, but I quickly shot her in the leg, while Hayden and his men devoured every last one of them except Zack."You keep destroying my stuff, Hayden. I'm going to make you pay," he barked, looking at the damage done to the property."I'm counting on it, Zack; you should have stayed gone when you ran, but you dare show your stupid face here," he barked at him."That throne is mine," Zack yelled at him."Says the illegitimate son; go blame your mother if you need someone to blame," Hayden yelled back at him."How dare you!" Zack barked. I heard from a reliable source that Zack was the first son of the former Lycan king, but it was just meant to be a fling. Zack's mom seduced the then-Lycan king, who wasn't married at the time, and he slept with her.The Fling lasted for a while, but the Lycan king found his mate and kicked Zack's mom out of the palace, but she was pregnant at the momen
The smell of water and forest trees is driving me nuts. But then I felt like I wasn't alone. Before I saw him and his minions, I had walked right into the trap. They were here for my reckoning, but I was not going to be an easy kill. Before I could say another word, he grabbed me by the throat. While trying to stab me, I pushed him back, twisting his hand. I took the blade from him and buried the silver blade in his stomach, but then I felt the other assassins surrounding me. I knew what came next; I had played this game before, but this time I was the prey, not the predator, and I knew how the story usually ends for the prey, even if one is as dangerous as I am. Another tried to grab me. I quickly ripped one of his hands off me and swiftly somersaulted to the far end, another charged at me and then ripped off the head of the next assassin who charged at me, watching his lifeless body fall to the ground. I was surrounded, but I was not going to beg like a rat; instead, I would die
"Kay!" "What?""Your hands?" he said, pointing at my hands. I took a glance when he quickly walked past me."What are you doing?" I asked Cain, who was busy searching the whole room with his silver blade in his hands, ready as always to plunge it into anyone. He must have thought that there was an intruder in my room. No one dares come close to the base unless they have a death sentence. "Is someone here? Do they have a gun?" He whispered. "There is no one here." I tried reassuring him. "Then why are your hands stained with blood?" he asked, pointing at my bloody hands. "Um, this, I... I forgot to wash up when I got in yesterday night.""You forgot?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't judge; I was too tired, ok?"Cain is one of the wolves who is very distrustful and checks every piece of information being passed to him. I had to make sure he believed me, as I didn't want to give him anything to bite on and start researching. We nicknamed him the Hellhound because he never lets
I always thought I was fast, but the Lycans are in another league altogether. I stood up while staring at his surprise. My wolf kept pushing me to acknowledge my mate. He was tall and domineering with his dreamy gray eyes staring right into my soul. I had no idea what this could mean, Agnar is my mate but why I feel the same attraction towards this lycan beats me. I could tell he could feel the attraction but thank goddess I cloaked my scent, this could have been a disaster. "How dare you stare the prince in the eyes, pay your respect!" The man from behind him yelled at me, I quickly shot him lasers from my eyes and my palm curled up into a fist, ready to charge at him. "You dare disrespect the prince" he barked at me, his hands immediately turned to claws within a split second and aimed at my heart, my fist tightened as I was ready to defend myself, but a pair of firm hands interrupted the fight. He gripped his man's hand tightly. "Stand down!" the Lycan prince barked at him.
"I guess you feel better now," he said, gently walking towards me. I barely escaped having been marked yesterday night; I know the possessive prick would be eager to brand me his. "Damn!" I internally cursed; if only I had seen him earlier, I would pretend to be sick or dead if that was what it would take to keep his canine away from me. "Not really" l replied "Aren't you supposed to be out right now?" I asked before I could even realize it. "I decided to come check up on you.""Oh," I said in a low tone, glad he didn't catch up. "What is your name, pup?" he asked. I wanted to kick him in the eyes for calling me a pup but held back in my anger. "Katya, Katya Paw," I replied. "Kay, I love it," he said, smiling. "Whore," I cursed, if only those smiles could hide your sins. "Why were you here last night?" he asked yet again. Of course, the same old questions, "I went out hunting for my dinner and lost track of time. I got lost in the woods on my way back, and here I was," I said
"What are you doing out here?" I was startled, but I knew who the voice belonged to."I needed some fresh air; I was feeling choked up in the room." I turned to see the tall figure standing beside him, Beta Rex. He was one wolf that was hard to read; he was Agnar's father's Beta; and was just a few years older than Agnar.I heard he became a beta at the age of 17 when his father died, and he is one hell of a beta; he is more like Agnar's confidante when he needs an adviser. which makes me wonder if he was the one who wanted Agnar dead. I mean, he and Gertrude are the ones who stand to gain the most if Agnar is out of the way; maybe he even orchestrated the betrayal and my death, since I was in his way also.But I have no evidence against him; if he was indeed the missing piece, he sure hid pretty well."You shouldn't be out here alone; come, I will walk you," Agnar said, grabbing my hand. He mindlinked something to Rex, and he turned to leave immediately.We walked in total silence. I
I have been speechless all day, wondering how Gertrude figured her way out of the murder. It is now so clear that she has people working for her in every corner you turn. I had played this game before, and I lost. It's time to level the field before the times turn on me again. I am a wolf assassin, and I have been one for years. It's about time I started acting like one. I listened to Agnar's breathing and he was soundly asleep facing the other side of the bed, He is a light sleeper, but when he is stressed out, he wouldn't get up, even if you played a drum on his head. I got up, grabbed my leather clothes, a black sweater with a hood, which was neatly hanging, and I sneaked into the bathroom to change. The minute I was done, I tiptoed out of the room, and avoiding the cameras, I made my way out of the pack house. I found the spot where I hid my bike and the bag. I strapped the bag to my bag while I sneaked past the two guards arguing about who had the bigger dick. "Men and their
I was basking in the euphoria of the sunlight after it rained all through yesterday. I guess even the weather is quite aware that a witch came by the pack house; she stuck herself like gum on Agnar while playing the pity card each time she couldn't have her way. Watching her breathe the same air I breathe makes me want to lose it and snuff the life out of her. I find myself fantasizing about different ways I could kill her; call me a psycho, but she brought out the worst in me. I never asked for any of this; I just wanted to love and be loved by my mate, but I guess even that is too much to ask with Celine in the picture. I had made plans with Agnar to go on a date later today, but here I am sitting alone at the restaurant, looking like a rejected cat. Well, it's all good though; at least I have all the time to dissect the record from Gertrude Quarter over and over again. I wanted some peace to listen to the feeds, but since Celine showed up, she is just everywhere at fucki