2. The Omega Warrior

Three days ago, Ophelia had been given her final assignment in the warriors' creed,

Kill High Target 10 and be rewarded with money huge enough to ensure her freedom.

If she had succeeded, she would have been on a flight to the Bahamas with her grandmother.

But what she hadn't expected in her years of an undercover assassin, was the strength of the mysterious Alpha she had been sent to kill.

What if he recognized her now? Had he set up the marriage on purpose? When had he returned to the city?

"... Omega Ophelia of the Nyx pack, do you take Alpha Xavier as your lawful husband and accept to be the Luna of the Night Hunters' pack?"

A nudge from a bridesmaid reminded Ophelia that she was in the middle of her own wedding ceremony. 

Blinking, she cleared her throat, her voice shaky, "ye...yes."

Yes to her damnation, unless she killed this Alpha tonight. 

The Alpha in question barely looked at her, but his sharp jaws and powerful side profile managed to intimidate her. 

Hell, even the exchange of rings was almost impersonal. 

The cold jewelry was pushed into her finger with those large fingers he had used to push her against the wall and...

Damn it, she had covered up her scent, and she had been wearing a mask as well, but what if he had found a trail? 

"I now pronounce you Alpha and Luna of the Night Hunters' pack." 

As soon as those words were uttered, sending alarm bells to Ophelia's mind, the groom turned and walked away, surrounded by his security.

"I don't understand, rumors had it that Lyra would be the bride, not this classless omega that works in a club."

"How disappointing. She couldn't even pull off the Vera Wang dress."

"What did you expect from an orphan who has been leeching on her uncle and aunt?"

On the night of the marriage ceremony she had been forced into, Ophelia was surrounded by whispers from the guests, and she clenched her fingers into fists, keeping her anger in.

No, she wasn't going to cry. What she needed now was a plan.

Now that she would be sharing the roof with High Target 10, she could get close enough to complete her mission tonight.

***

"These are your rooms, you are not to step foot into the other wing where the Alpha stays."

Close enough to complete her mission?

Ophelia must have offended the Moon Goddess in some way, for after three terrible hours of sitting through her wedding reception alone, 

She was taken to a luxurious house that could only be described as a castle where she wouldn't even see her target for weeks if he wanted it that way,

Unless she found a way to get close to him.

"Oh, when will the Alpha...my husband come to my room tonight, then?" 

She watched the Delta who had a stoic expression, as though she would rather be anywhere else than tending to some strange omega. 

At that, the other woman who dressed in black pants suit narrowed her eyes in irritation,

"I wouldn't stay up if I were you, the Alpha has more important things to do with his time."

Okay, now, Ophelia was convinced that this woman hated her, but she had a mission more crucial than asking why some blonde bitch looked down on her.

She was used to it anyway.

As the Delta started to walk away, Ophelia halted her with her words,

"Um...it's okay, I can wait up. Does he have any preferences, I wanna um...please him tonight."

Her voice had a fake shyness that the Delta didn't detect, and the other woman let out a scoff, stepping closer to her,

"You wanna please him? Then keep your mouth shut and bark when he asks you to. No need to wait on all fours, you can never be his type." 

This time, when her long blonde hair flipped as she walked away, Ophelia Storm was certain of one thing,

The Delta who worked as the Chief of Staff was fucking Xavier Valcourt.

She could never be his type? They would see about that.

Pulling out her bag, she fished out the phone she had been given for the operation,

The one that could tell her the exact location of High Target 10.

***

The Night Hunters' Club buzzed with activity on the night of the Alpha's wedding ceremony. 

Bodies ground against one other on the dance floor, the smell of sweat and alcohol blending with the sensual music and dim lights. 

At the VIP section was Xavier Valcourt, seated across a man who was receiving a blow job from a beautiful woman.

"So, do we have a deal?" Xavier had his powerful legs crossed, his eyes almost bored at the scene playing out in front of him.

The other Alpha gripped hold of the woman's hair and let out a groan, pumping into her, his eyes unfocused, his pupils dilated. 

As he released, the smell of drugs and sex pumped through the room, and Xavier casually lit a cigarette as he waited for a response, checking the time by his watch.

Five minutes more...

With a groan, the Alpha finished and the woman stepped away from the room, her curvy body sprayed with creamy liquid. 

"Ahhh, oh yeah, we do." The other Alpha muttered, and Xavier gestured to one of the security officers who placed a pen and a document in his hands.

"Then sign it, in exchange for the kind of pleasure you've just enjoyed, you will give up your seat at the council, for me."

Exactly five minutes later, the deal was sealed, and Xavier rose to his feet, adjusting his suit, when the head of his security whispered something to him.

Immediately, his grey eyes narrowed to slits, confusion settling on his dark brows,

"You are saying that the omega...my wife, is here?"

The head of security nodded, "yes Alpha, my team spotted her a minute ago. Should I send her back to the house?"

Interesting. 

Xavier Valcourt shook his head twice, letting out a deep breath,

"No, show her to the Red Room, I will have a word with her."