I hate having to wait on the line for like hours just to buy a smoothie. But this time, it was worth it because it was absolutely delicious. The sweet taste of strawberries and passion fruit lingers in my mouth as I continue to sip until nothing was left.
While I was waiting, some guy came to me and gave me a piece of paper then left. That's how I always get the picture of my targets. When I get the photo from my boss' wingman, whose name I don't know only his voice, the boss calls me and fills me with information I need about the person that I have to kill.
A few seconds later my phone rang and I answered immediately.
"His name is Emmet Charleston. 26, Forks, Washington. I will send you the address. He's famous with his nickname 'The Alpha' or 'The Player' and his way of killing. There is no evidence about him being guilty but we are sure it's him."
I never doubt my boss and his work, but this is not enough to kill him.
"How do you know?"
"There are a few people that have been beaten to death but survived. The way they were beaten is the same. And those people claim that it's him and before he started he was a man but right before that he turned into some kind of animal. It's crazy but they are sure it's him."
And that's bad. No one has to know about us. Every werewolf, from pack or rogue keeps our secret. That's one of the biggest and most important rule in our world.
From the nicknames I was given, I could clearly see he's an alpha, so he will be stronger than me. Which means I'll have to take him by surprise.
"He is your main priority from now on. You have to kill him. Doesn't matter how. Make it fast though, we don't want him killing more people."
"Alright, sir. On my way."
I end up the line, bought myself another delicious smoothie and went to my house to take my stuff. I burned the picture of this man and picked up my bag. I take with me only a few clothes and money. I take weapons only when I think it's needed.
I work alone because I don't trust anyone. They can betray you just like that. A click of a trigger and all happiness with being a companion will be gone.
I left my car in my garage and called for a dirty yellow taxi. Since Washington and New York were not close, I'll be taking the plane.
***In Forks, Washington***
After the long way to here I found a motel near the city. I changed, put my bag in the closet and left the room. Hide the key in the vase next to my door and headed to the address my boss gave me. I left my phone in the room so I had only money in me.
I had to ask a woman who wasn't a werewolf for the address. When I got to the place there was only one house and other than that everything was trees, trees and more trees. His house was in the middle of the forest. Of course for an alpha I don't expect any less than that. Every Alpha owns a big house for his Luna and his children. But knowing from the reputation of this man the house is probably full of sluts and condoms all over the floor. If he even uses one.
For my world I am considered as rouge. A wolf that has no pack and lives alone and is potential threat for the packs. To become one you have to be either expelled from your pack for some kind of crime you've done or to leave your pack. I happen to be none of the two possibilities. I am rogue since I was nine years old. My pack was attacked and killed. Only a few children were able to survive. I helped them. My father, once a great alpha told me to run as far and as fast as I could and save myself but on my way I found some of the kids and we escaped together. We went to the closest pack and they took us with open arms.
But I no more belonged to a pack. I wasn't feeling home there. My parents were killed along with my little brother who was only a baby. I left after three years of hard life in a pack were I knew no one. I didn't even try to make friends. I was emotionally disabled and I didn't want someone to feel sorry for my lost.
Since then I lived in the woods. Training every day from sunrise to sunset. I trained because I wanted to avenge for my pack's death and that was the only way I was going to get what I want.
Eventually I found the pack guilty for my family death and killed their alpha by surprising him and poisoning him. He didn't have the time to even say sorry for what he did to my pack. After that I tried to make something with my life and decided to move to New York. Found a job and a place to live. Saved some money for college and started studying. It was hard going to work and studying but I somehow managed to educate myself and afford to live in the big apple. Once I had saved enough for my education I started spending everything I had on improving my fighting skills. I learned how to use different kinds of guns and how to shoot with them. I read all kinds of books about fighting, about patience, about the best fighters and assassins and a lot more. Eventually I got better and better to the point where I thought about making a career out this. My boss's people saw me training and offered me a job but with that came a really big decision to take. This was a job for a lifetime. Once you get in there's no leaving. You can't just quit. You probably have to know the boss and be friends with him so that you can leave alive but for everyone else it's impossible to quit. You either work or you die. This is why it was hard to decide if this was what I really wanted. And at that time of my life I had nothing to lose. I finished school and started working. I got to say it was worth it. The adrenaline you get from the real fight from killing the most wanted criminals was amazing. I had no problem with killing those who deserve only death. And the money was really good. I moved to a bigger and better apartment I could afford myself a brand new car and so many other expensive things. I mostly saved everything I didn't spend so if something happens I will have enough money if needed. So this is how tough my life has been and from where I learned to be heartless and keep my emotions and feelings hidden deep in my heart.
I found a tree and climbed on it. From where I was, I was able to see three rooms. A living room on the first floor and two bedrooms on the second. In one of the bedrooms I found my target. He was sitting on a chair with his back facing the window I was watching from. On his lap was standing a girl around my age wearing only a red bra and matching pants. She was dancing on his lap and he was holding her waist.
Uh, how pathetic!
His phone rang and he called her out and she like a little puppy listened to him and left the room. I didn't heard what the other person was telling him but I heard him saying he'll meet the person in some striptease club at ten o'clock Well I guess one chick is not enough for him. The greedy bastard, thinking he can have whatever he wants.
Then I got the plan. I left the tree and went in my motel room. I am going to kill him in the club. I took my bag and phone. I searched in the web for all the striptease clubs in the city and fortunately there was only one. I found the address, changed into a white dress and a leather jacket and hid my bag close to the club.
I found back door and went in. The time was almost 10pm and he was going to come in any minute. While I was waiting I went to take something to drink.
He and a few boys, I'm guessing his friends, came and went to sit on a table with a couch. Luckily there were a lot of people there. I striped the jacket.
I walked around the table so he could see me and I could have his attention. And that happened, but when he made an eye contact with me the most unexpected thing happen. My wolf almost flew out from happiness when we met him and at the same time winced from the thing I was about to do. He was my mate. He was my freaking mate and I had to kill him.
From his look I could see he was surprised to see me too but I made sure I wasn't showing it. I still had to kill him and I'm not stopping.
I smiled at him with an inviting look on my eyes. I could feel his eyes on my back or my butt, while I was leaving the place. I knew he would follow me. I went outside and hide behind a big trash bin waiting for him with a knife in my hand.
When he came out I quickly attacked him from behind. My hands around his neck and the knife just inches away from his throat.
As I said before, he's an alpha, slut or not he is still stronger and faster than me. But I was born with alpha blood in my veins so I was strong enough.
He quickly took my hand with the knife away from there and he turned around to face me. That stupid tingles I felt when he touched me. I didn't want them.
He got my other hand in his and I accidentally dropped the knife. What a shame! He looked at me from toe to toe and put a stupid smirk on his face.
"Well hello to you too! Mate."
I glanced at him and made a face like I was going to puke, trying to free myself.
"Let me go!"
"Not so easy babe. We just met. Let us have some fun."
He is a total jerk and a man slut. Like seriously! I'm your mate for God sake. At least try to be nice.
"You're gross. Let me go."
He let go of my hands and as fast as I could I slapped him hard.
"That was for being a jerk to your mate."
I then punched his other side of his face with my fist. He growled and turned to look at me just as I was punching his other half again.
"That was for being an idiot."
Then I hit his nose so hard that he fell on the ground. He hissed in pain but stand up almost immediately.
Just then I heard the door being open and the guys from before came to us. I turned around to look at Emmet just in time for him to slap me so hard that I fainted in his hands.
I woke up with a headache and a pain in my wrists. I growled when I tried to move and realize I was handcuffed with silver chains.
How dare he?!
I looked around I saw that I was in some kind of a cell. Emmet, my beloved soul mate was sitting on a chair sleeping and hands crossed on his chest. If I wasn't handcuffed I would have killed him in his sleep and run away. But no, it had to be that stupid silver.
Looking down at my legs which luckily weren't locked, I raise my right leg and pushed Emmet's chest so hard that he fell, again. I couldn't hold the laugh that wanted to get out. It was just too funny not to laugh. He looked scared as shit and he probably hit his head. Good!
"Why the hell did you do that?"
"Why wouldn't I? You handcuffed me with silver. What did you expect me to do? Wait for you to wake up and throw myself at you?"
"Well now that you said it why not!?"
I grimaced and wrinkled my nose.
"Not a chance."
I guess he didn't like me almost rejecting him because he changed the subject.
"What's your name?"
"Why do you think I would tell you?"
"Because I'm your mate."
"And your point is?"
He looked irritated from my answers. Well I'm sorry. (Note the sarcasm!)
"Why did you try to kill me?"
"Because I was bored and wanted to kill someone."
"No. you're lying. You were as surprised as I was, but you came here for me. Tell me the truth."
He stood from his chair and began to step closer.
"I will tell you nothing even if you try to beat the shut out of me, it will never work."
I was tired, my head felt like exploding and my wrists hurt like hell. And all because I failed. I hate him.
"Why do you hate me so much?"
"Think a little and you might get to it."
I waited a few seconds.
"Oh wait you don't know how to use your brain, do you?"
He got even angrier and was very close to me. I tried to straighten my body but all I managed to do was to hit my head on the hard and cold wall.
"You know you may be my mate but you're such a bitch."
"You're not the first one to say that. You may as well just let me go then now that we've this all clear."
"You're not leaving this room until you tell me everything."
He said that a little louder.
"Well I'm not telling you anything shit face."
"You know it would be so easy for both of us if you just tell me. I'll release you and we could get to know each other like normal mates do."
He grinned at me.
"I'd rather die."
I hissed at him.
"I could make that happen if you don't start talking."
A laughed humorously.
"You would never kill me and you know it."
"Why do you think so?"
I corrected him.
"Your ego is too big. Everybody will know what a piece of shit you are for killing your mate."
"Why do you think someone will know about that?"
He ignored me for insulting him.
"You will know and that's enough to bring you to the edge of dead. No one can live after killing his own mate."
"I think you're underestimating me honey. You don't know me."
It sounded so threatening but it didn't scare me at all.
"You know I'm right. You'll know you had the one chance of happiness and you destroyed it. That thought will kill you slowly."
"And you'll feel better when you kill me?"
"I don't think I'll feel guilty for killing you and saving the world from a piece of shit like you."
If he was angry before, he is furious now. He put his hands on the wall on both sides of my head pushing me with his body against his and the wall. His face so close that I could feel his breath on my lips and nose. Being so close to him made me feel those stupid things. Like my body burned with desire. My body and heart wanted him in every way possible. My mind wanted him dead and far away from me. It's a good thing I can't move my hands cause they would be around his neck pushing his lips on mine. His hands though are as free as a bird can be and the second he pressed his muscular body on mine, his hands flew to my waist and began to caress it. It felt so good I almost fell for it and even moan in pleasure. I closed my eyes trying to hide the want in them and bite my lower lips stopping myself from moaning.
"You like what I'm doing?"
His lips so close to my ear it made me shiver. I kept quiet and didn't answer him.
This was pure torture. It wasn't fair. I had to kill him. I collected my voice.
"Get your dirty hands away from me you monster."
"You don't have a say in that my little sweetheart."
When he said that he crushed his kissable lips on mine. He tried to deepen the kiss but I didn't let him. That made him anxious and his hands traveled to my butt. Holding me tight he pushed my legs and made me wrap them around his waist. That made me moan meaning I let his tongue to explore my mouth. That whole thing felt so awesome I had to grip the chains from pleasure. After a few seconds he let go of my mouth but that was all, he didn't move an inch.
"You can't kill me. And you won't. Not after I mark you as mine forever."
He laughed which made me panic. He was going to claim me as his own.
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