3. Seducing the Alpha

Alpha Xavier Valcourt hadn't come this far by having his plans disrupted. 

And when he stepped into the Red Room used for BDSM, and caught sight of the petite omega in a skimpy dress, he didn't appreciate the surprise.

"Did someone put it into your head to get more money from me if you did this?" 

His deep baritone was filled with irritation. 

He had a person to get rid of tonight, and another meeting to discover who had dared to plan an assassination attempt on him last night.

And so, his new wife standing up and fiddling with her dress in a failed seduction attempt almost humored him.

Almost, except that he had other places to be tonight.

"I asked you a fucking question. Why are you here? And how did you know where to find me?" 

The woman who had come to seduce him looked up with those expressive honey brown eyes, her long black hair spilling like liquid over her shoulders. 

She did have a certain appeal, with a generous swell of breasts and a flare of hips, but he hadn't paid a fortune to marry her just for her pussy.

Ophelia Storm bit into her inner cheeks, avoiding his eyes, her throat clearing,

"Um...I thought we might consummate our marriage tonight. I wore what you like."

Then she lifted her palm, revealing a pearl bracelet on her wrist, and Xavier saw red.

One minute, she was standing before him, and the next, she had been pushed against the wall, his strong sculpted nose flaring in rage.

"Where did you fucking get this? You went to my room?" 

His palm wrapped around her neck, and although gentle, she started to cough, looking weak and irritating him further.

"I...I thought you might want me to wear it." Hell, even her voice was a whisper, her eyes filled with tears.

With a curse, Xavier wrenched his palm away from her and pushed his hands into his pockets, still towering over her. 

"How the hell did you find my room, or know where I would be?"

At that, the omega coughed again, muttering, "I followed your scent on my wrist, and, I was at three other nightclubs, looking for you."

For fuck's sake.

Alpha Xavier checked his watch again, cursing beneath his breath.

He was already six minutes late, thanks to this tiny omega who couldn't even look at him.

A thought suddenly pushed into his head, and he took a step towards her, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"So, you want us to consummate the marriage right here?"

Ophelia Storm looked up to him and quickly focused her eyes on his forehead, her fingers trembling.

"I...I thought we could go home and put on some music. I made dinner, lamb stew. We could eat it first, and..."

That strong callused palm suddenly gripped hold of her chin, tipping her face up and forcing her to stare into his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, trying to seduce me with an Alpha's delicacy? Interesting. But you see the fault in your plan? I don't make love, omega, I fuck hard, and the only music you will need, will be your screams."

The omega shuddered in his arms, her skin smelling like fear as he started to lower his head towards her.

Her eyes shut tightly, her fingers and lips clenched together.

To her surprise, Xavier let out a chuckle, slipping his fingers into her hair,

"You can't even look me in the eye, omega. Stop putting ideas into your head and stay still. If I need you, I will let you know. And don't fucking step into my room again."

Without another word, he started to walk away when she blurted out, her voice shaky,

"Do...do you even know my name?" 

He hadn't expected that question, and the realization had his brows drawing together, his jaw working.

"Does it matter? I paid more than enough, didn't I?"

Then his footsteps grew faint, the door shutting behind him. 

The omega left the club in tears, and wept throughout the ride back to the castle.

"Ha, didn't I tell you? Alpha Xavier would never be interested in you." 

The Delta laughed as she ran up the grand stairs, her dress soaked with her tears. 

However, the moment Ophelia was safely in the privacy of her rooms, she moved towards the bathroom and pulled out the button she had stolen from his suit.

Right now, the one she had used to replace it was a tiny bomb.

With her eyes focused on the mirror, she reached for her burner phone and typed a message, 

'High Target 10's shirt. Detonate the bomb.'

Exactly five minutes later, she received a message, 'Done. Target wiped out.'

Ophelia Storm could barely believe her eyes, and had to zoom in severally.

He was dead!

She had finally completed her mission, and tomorrow morning, after playing the bereaved Luna, she would be free with her grandmother!

***

Ophelia expected to be woken up by the wails of mourning, announcing the death of the Alpha. 

However, when her sixth sense woke her up, she felt the presence of another person in the room with her.

"Who are..." She started to jump up, but she was halted by the sight of the hunky figure sitting cross legged in front of her.

Alpha Xavier fucking Valcourt!

"You...I...." This time, she didn't fake the stammer that wrenched from her throat, her lips trembling as he rose to his feet and came towards her.

"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? Or are you afraid I might discover what you've been hiding? I already knew, as soon as I set my eyes on you." 

Shit. 

She was going to die a horrible death.