The Alpha Assassin novel Chapter 57

After breakfast, I went to the library, but I wasn’t sure if Ezra had enough time. The packhouse was dark and quiet, and I moved through the shadows like a wraith. A fire was lit in the library, blazing, and I smiled. Ezra had done that.

In the book was a small pouch alongside a note

Ingested. Takes an hour. Everything is set three hours from now.

I strolled to the hall where the older offices were and carefully parceled what I needed, hoping they didn’t expire. Either way, I would be back to finish the job.

I wandered into the kitchen; it was bright and loud compared to the sleepiness of the rest of the packhouse. I stayed in a corner, picking at an apple. Even though there was a lot of activity, no one seemed to be talking. They looked exhausted.

“Luna is awake; she wants breakfast in bed,” Amelia finally stated.

“Hangover cure?” Another Omega asked, rolling her eyes. Amelia nodded.

“Is the Alpha awake?” I asked Amelia, not looking up from my apple. “Am I expected to join for breakfast again?” I asked.

“The Alpha is, but he is skipping breakfast,” Amelia said.

Good, I needed to make sure this would go to The Luna only. I couldn’t challenge an Alpha without a wolf.

It was awkward, especially without my usually annoyingly long sleeves for cover, but I found my moment when the Omega turned to grab utensils. No one was paying attention. I was invisible here anyway.

After I trailed behind The Omega, ensuring the tray was dropped to the right place, I wandered back to the front.

I stood in a large window I had only passed before. The widow reached the ceiling, and it looked down at the main entrance to the packhouse. It was floor to ceiling and floor up, looking over the entrance. It was too obvious, even during the day, and there were too many eyes, Omegas, and warriors milling about - I had no reason to be here.

But today…. Today, I lingered in that window like a ghost.

And I was, I had been. One that had been haunting them for over a year now. So I stood and watched and waited. I knew I was meant to be here in this spot because I fought for it, I claimed it, I schemed for it, and I orchestrated it.

I allowed myself a wide, bright, and real smile. Surveying what would be the place I had chosen for this all to end.

Again, I was overcome by the sense that my past self, the one who focused on anger and vengeance just to push past the pain, never could have imagined this.

There was a flicker, a flurry of movement behind the treeline, like a shallow wave. I breathed in deeply.

They were here.

Slowly, she emerged from the treeline. No warriors were tipped off, and I knew Ezra somehow had that under control.

Nova sashayed forward with dancer-like grace, her head held high, her long hair wild and unbound, trailing behind her.

Her werecats followed, and my blood lit up at the sight.

I was mesmerized by her. She seemed to radiate grace even from this distance. It was a struggle to turn away, but I had something I had to attend to while the place was about to erupt with activity.

I hurried down the steps toward the new packhouse and listened outside the Alpha and Luna’s door. Only one person was inside, so I knocked sharply.

Long moments later, Luna Addison opened the door, wearing a full face of makeup and dressed, my mother’s tiara sat on top of her head. The anger lapped, and I let it simmer.

“Simone.” Her eyes were wide, but then she frowned. “What are you doing here?”

I pushed into the room, closing the door behind me. The room was dark; they had a wall of windows facing the front of the packhouse, but the black-out curtains were down. It would make a good show later if everything went according to plan.

Her mouth hung open. “Get out,” she said. Her eyes flickered to a cloudly gray before changing back to their dull color.

“Can’t mindlink?” I asked, tilting my head innocently.

I sighed. “A hollow threat.”

“Never,” she snarled. “You will pay for this and not with your death. You will suffer,” she promised.

I stared at her with a bored look. “A threat is only meaningful if you can carry it out,” I tried to explain. She opened her mouth, but I really didn’t have time for this. “You can choose to fight like Hunter if you wish, but you know how that ended.” I pinned on a mock frown.

“How dare you speak of him?” she seethed, standing over me.

“Or you can die without a fight like Dominick,” I went on as if I didn’t hear her.

“What are you implying, you little bitch?”

“I took Hunter’s life as payment for part of the debt you owe me,” I spoke, and the anger solidified. Adrenaline pumped through me. “I added it to the debt Dominick helped pay back when my sword sliced through his chest at the back of the maze the onlookers couldn’t see.”

Her jaw tensed slightly; her eyes were hard. “Nothing you can do will repay that debt fully, but I decided to start with your lives,” I explained with a shrug.

Her mouth hung open, but she barked a laugh. “You did not.” She shook her head.

“His fingers were cut off on his left hand,” I stated plainly. Hunter’s hands were covered during the funeral, but not Dominick's.

Her eyes widened, and her face fell a bit. She opened her mouth and closed it again, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t believe you,” she said, but her voice wavered.

I shrugged. “You don’t have to. You can ask them in the next life. I’m sure wherever you’re headed, it’s the same as them.” I smiled back at her, and it was filled with a promise.

“Get out of my way,” she screeched and tried to get to the door.

I stopped her, my dagger pressing against her chest. “I should have clarified,” I spoke softly. “When I said you weren’t leaving this room, I meant ever.”