In the Prey's Den

Nora’s POV.

I was sitting outside the club where I was meant to meet my target, waiting for his arrival. I had always been confident about my missions, but I felt somehow ominous about that particular mission.

I was hesitant – I felt like waving the mission off, but I had no power to do so. My duty was to kill and be paid, while my father determined who to be killed, where and what method to use.

Still waiting for him to appear, I ruminate about my life.

“Is this how I will forever live my life? Will I ever be free from that man’s prison?” I thought.

I wanted to be free, to love someone and be loved. I wanted to be like other girls around my age, who had boyfriends, watched movies, went on movie dates and filled their closets with different designers, instead of mine which was filled with ammunition.

“Should I just flee with Liam? He has been proposing we move to another town, should I just do so? Maybe I might have the chance to date him openly- to live the life I truly want. But will my father ever let me go? What if he tracks us down and hurts Liam? Will I be able to forgive myself if he gets hurt because of me?” I contemplated, my desires clashing with my fear.

But before I could make a decision, I sighted my target alighting from his car, heavily guarded. He walked into the club and immediately, I dismissed my thoughts and followed suit, ready to swing into action.

Before going to the VIP suite where he had sat, I stopped by the restroom, wanting to ensure I looked as presentable as possible.

I was putting on a figure-hugging red short dress, revealing enough of my cleavage which could leave any man enthralled completely. The dress was decorated with glittering beads, which shone under the golden glow of the chandelier.

I complimented it with a mini purse, enclosed in it a lipstick case, where I had hidden my weapon of death – the syringe. His security was tight, and I wanted to ensure I made no mistake that could trigger their suspicion.

I painted my lips with rich, dark wine-red lipstick, flowing well with the color of my dress. My hair was curled up in waves, which dangled behind my back as I walked. Feeling satisfied with my look, I headed to the VIP room.

In front of the room, stood two of his bodyguards, heavily armed. I knew they would search me, but I was well-prepared for that.

“May we have your pass?” One of the guards asked, screening me with his eyes, from head-to-toe. I opened my purse and brought out my pass card, which my father had found his way to acquire.

My purse was searched but sure enough, the syringe wasn’t detected. I was let in, but as soon as I entered, a strong smell hit my noise. The smell was unique. It carried a primal and distinctive scent – somehow musky, which I felt I was quite familiar with. But I couldn't pinpoint where I had perceived it.

Just then, a memory of a fierce looking blue-eyed wolf staring at the little me, briefly flashed through my eyes. I suddenly felt a sharp headache, making me stagger. Before I could recover, I heard a voice ask - “Are you going to stand there or you will come over here?”

The voice was husk, rough and authoritative. Despite how slow each word came out, they felt like a blade that was being unsheathed. It was him – the man that was meant to die by my hands that night.

His dazzling, eerie green eyes which looked as if they were reflecting the moon’s glow in the darkness, bored into mine. His eyes were at alert, as if he was telling me he was watching my every movement. He was like a King sitting on a throne, and the way he sat made him irresistible.

He looked stunning and dashing in the photograph, but I could swear the photographer didn’t do justice to his handsomeness. I could feel myself tripping for him, momentarily forgetting why I was there.

That was the first time I found myself wavering in the presence of my prey.

“Are you done gushing over me?” He asked, waving off a strand of his hair that had covered his face.

When realization finally hit me, I composed myself and elegantly took each step towards him.

“Are you the one satisfying my want tonight?” He asked upon me standing before him. He was quite rude, and I felt disgusted by that.

“Yes, I am” I replied, wanting to have my seat but his voice stopped me, before my buttocks could hit the sofa.

“Did I instruct you to sit?” Just when I thought he was done being impolite, he demanded, his questioning eyes staring at me. I was irritated by how authoritative he felt over me, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I exhaled sharply. I rose to my feet, feeling annoyed.

“Who does this thing think he is? Talking to me like that? Well, not to worry. Tonight will be his last night on Earth. I just need to endure his shame to have my way with him” I confidently assured myself.

“What did you just do? Did you just scoff at me? Are you purposely trying to annoy me” he asked, his voice laced with infuriation and anger. I was pleased I was able to get him annoyed but at the same time, I needed to apologize and make him lose his guard.

“Not at all, sir. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. It was just an involuntary reaction” I apologized, making my face look as remorseful as I could.

“It’s fine. I will overlook this. But keep it at the back of your mind that if you want to remain my toy, you will have to follow my rules” he warned, sizing me up with his eyes.

“Yes, of course. I will be more careful going forward” I responded feigning compliance, my voice soft and submissive. I needed him to believe that he was in power – that I was his plaything, but his eyes were saying otherwise, as if he were doubting my apology.

The tension in the room intensified, and I wondered if he had caught onto something with the way he was screening me with his seductive eyes.

“Okay, now let’s go” he commanded, swinging to his feet.

I tried asking him where we were headed to, but before I could respond, he walked out of the door, with his bodyguards trailing behind him.

“What a scumbag. Enjoy your life while it lasts” I grumbled underneath my breath before dashing into the direction of where he and his bodyguard had gone.

After driving for exactly 25 minutes, his car came to a halt in front of a hotel. While the car door was opened for him, and he was aided out of the car by his bodyguards, I was left to struggle my way out of the car.

I had never felt ridiculed in such a way before.

We walked to a room which seemed to be his personal room at the hotel and upon stepping into the room, he said: “Go clean yourself up and let’s get started”. I did as he instructed and after which I was done, he also stepped into the bathroom.

Taking the opportunity of his absence, I grabbed my bag and got a hold of the lipstick case where my instrument was concealed. I hid it inside my robe, with the motive to strike him as soon as he got close to me.

In no time, he was done bathing. He walked into the room, drying his wet hair with a towel. His back was turned on me, making him oblivious of my actions and movements.

Realizing that was the only chance for me to strike him unaware, I took out the case, slowly removing the syringe from it. With the syringe hid behind me, I tiptoed towards him and in no time, closed the gap between us.

Just when I was about to strike him, something unexpectedly happened – a turn of event that disrupted my plan.