The Assassin

er met the Alpha Cayden of

er heart had gone a notch higher as she walked

like on the pavement that echoed two set of heav

building doors, and she entered the backseat. Not a word had passed between

baggy jeans, a plain black blouse and her sandals. Her long jet-black hair was in a ponyt

ir had taken that trait and it clash

blanket covered the world. But the city of Sunos was as lit up as if the night were just starting. Billboards glowed

er creatures do. They partied and lived it up to rel

ed gone but was too dipl

ce. Though she had never met him in all her years of worki

e wondered. Why didn't he give

as hap

d. The grim faces of the betas

louse—one of the many concealed weapons on her person. The solid coldness of the blade

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chairs opposite each other. It wasn't a used office from the sterile smell of the room, despite the massive office bu

out of the

d Kio's stern warning replay in her head a

as hap

aw was a shock of glossy silver hair. A towering frame followed and deeply a

and cut out their hearts for a living but standing in the same room a

d dominance. She blinked, trying to re

ore hugged his muscles just right. She saw his biceps strain and pull taut against the fabric as he moved. His s

uldn't gaze upon the Alpha and not be render

how not to admire

ge to her ears. She had expected something…more bu

a second she was facing him a

gular cheeks and jaw, a slightly crooked nose like it'd been broken and didn't heal right

hollow voice. His eyes fixed on her were cold, distant, lifele

didn't she asked. "Who?" Her voice was flat bu

ed for a second what he thought about

staining his shirt and neck and a few do

ood, no q

os

, his movements were graceful as he produced a brown

in there,"

and rested on her lap with a plop. S

flat voice had take

g wasn't

me," he repeated, hollow eyes

had been around powerful men long enough to know they didn'

. "This isn't the usual. Your target

his words and silently began

uncharted territory

nvelope, pulled out a thick black binder and began to read it. A crease

olas Zorin? Of the Crimson Fan

. Kill h

ity of Alpha Cayden when the door softly o

eta set the tray down between them.

etly and he fixed h

lmly, closed the binder and sho

was part of her deal when she was recruited to work for the pack. She'd

her. In the orange lights, his face took a shadowed look as his hair

e. Her eyebrow flew up again and she gazed at him, si

as outrageou

still prominent. Her skin prickled again from the way he watched h

icked up the ring next. That

apid pace. Her breath caught, as her fingers caressed the uneven design o

d engraved N, it had been on the finger of

out sharp as the blade biting her side.

debts to be paid," he said, his voice no longer hollow but filled with v

two betas that had escorted

her beautiful features

've known and now you dangle it

om in his gaze, trem

e." He waved a

e and placed themselves o