Exposed After Six Failed Assassinations of the Alpha
I'm an assassin for the Snicker pack, cold and relentless. My mission? Kill Alpha Ronan of a rival pack in three months.
Five attempts. Five failures. All thanks to my incompetent partner. One time, he even gave me an overtime drug. Pathetic.
The deadline was here, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him.
"I won't do it. Just let me die instead," I told my partner.
Silence. Days passed with no reply.
Then, on the final day, I found it-a secret buried deep in the mission......
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Chapter 1
When the pack solemnly gave me the order, I took it.
Stammer became the assassin of The Snicker Pack.
My target was Ronan.
The file said he was refined, cold, and composed.
But as I stood before this breathtakingly handsome yet clearly insane man, I couldn't help but question the accuracy of my partner's intel.
Help!
Can someone explain to him that I'm here to kill him, not confess my feelings?
He leaned in slightly, his voice low and deliberate as he whispered in my ear, "Did you just say your name is Stammer? When did you start liking me?"
No!
I tried again for the two hundredth time to explain: "I... I'm not... I'm not interested..."
Ronan's eyes lowered, his tone both surprised and touched, "Not interested? Could it be... love?"
"I-I..."
I nearly snarled, ready to snap back, "Love you, my ass!"
But before I could finish the words, Ronan interrupted with a smile that made my stomach twist:
"I LOVE YOU FOREVER?"
Ha.
I laughed.
It's true, when you're at a loss for words, sometimes you just laugh.
As I laughed, a single thought flashed in my mind.
"On a dark, windy night, the perfect time to kill."
I reached for my weapon-a glittering, oversized spoon I'd been hiding in my sleeve.
It was definitely going to be lethal.
Just as I was about to brandish it like the assassin I was,
"Ronan, who is this filthy woman? Why are you with her?"
I froze.
The unwelcome guest had arrived.
What a mess, what a glorious mess this was turning out to be.
Now.
Please, someone, mute the world. I need to process this betrayal.
My pack Alpha had given me three months to assassinate Ronan.
I thought that was more than enough time.
But no.
Two entire months just spent tailing him, waiting for the perfect moment, and now, finally, tonight, I had him alone.
It was supposed to be perfect.
God, it's all ruined.
I thought about taking them both out-killing them together.
But before I could make up my mind, Ronan suddenly grabbed my hand.
His eyes, dark with authority, turned cold as he spoke to the woman.
"Alice, stop following me."
Did you hear that?!
He told her to go!
"Leave! I beg you!"
Alice's eyes widened, her hands trembling as she pointed at me.
"Why? Why does she get to be with you?"
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8.0
Trapped 3,000 meters beneath the sea, the submersible I designed was my coffin. The air was turning to poison.
But my fiancé, Jeffery, gave our only long-term life support-a CO2 scrubber I invented-to his social media star mistress.
"You're strong, Elaina," he said. "You can figure something out."
When I tried to use the emergency comms, he broke my wrist and smashed the console.
He and his mistress sealed the hatch, leaving me to die alone in the crushing dark.
He chose his career over my life. He chose her over me. The man I was supposed to marry would rather I suffocate at the bottom of the ocean than face a failed mission.
But as the blackness closed in, I remembered a secret. A tiny, personal emergency pinger I' d built into my glove. With my last bit of strength, I tore the seam with my teeth and slammed my hand against my head. A faint click echoed in the silence. My revenge had just begun.
9.8
When Dawn Collins agrees to marry a stranger, love is the last thing on her mind.
All she wants is to protect her siblings and give them a better life. But fate leads her into the arms of Adam Manchester-a man whose heart belongs to a wife lying in a coma.
As Dawn slowly melts the ice around Adam's heart, she begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, love can bloom from sacrifice.
But on the night she's ready to claim her happiness, Adam's wife wakes up.
Now, caught between guilt, love, and heartbreak, Dawn must decide whether to fight for the man she's grown to love... or walk away from the life she risked everything to build.
Because some hearts never let go-and some love stories were never meant to have an easy ending.
9.2
Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather.
He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge.
He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him.
He framed my father as a rat.
He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind.
He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever.
To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster.
"She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"
9.3
I lay on the wet asphalt, the cold rain mixing with the metallic taste of blood pooling in my mouth. My lungs were heavy, filling with fluid as my life ebbed away. Through swollen eyelids, I saw my lover, Clovis, and my stepsister, Alanna, standing over me with looks of pure triumph.
"Thanks for the trust fund, sister," Alanna whispered, shoving a phone screen in front of my dying eyes. The headline was a jagged blade to my soul: Caesar Williamson, the "tyrant" husband I had fled from, was dead in a multi-car collision. He had died trying to rescue me, thinking I was in danger.
The realization shattered what was left of my heart. The man I had spent years painting as a monster had driven into hell to save me, while the man I thought was my safety was the one who had just crushed my ribs with an iron bar. I had played right into their hands, ruining my reputation and my marriage for a lie. I watched them walk away, leaving me to choke on my own blood in the dark, discarded like a bag of trash.
I wanted to scream, to beg the universe for a rewind button, to tell Caesar I was sorry. The darkness pressed down on me, heavier than the betrayal, as my world finally went black.
Then, I was screaming.
I shot up in bed, gasping for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface. I scrambled at my abdomen—smooth skin, no blood, no tear. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: it was three years ago, the morning of my wedding to the Williamson estate.
I didn't waste a second. I scrubbed the "unstable" makeup from my face, threw on a white silk dress, and blocked the man who would eventually kill me. This time, I wasn't running away from the manor. I was going back to the husband I had once feared, ready to save the only man who had ever truly loved me.
7.0
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
9.2
His sharp intake of breath washed over her. His gaze dragged over her breast to her mound that the thong did a bad job covering. Every part of her body his dark, hungry gaze touched, burned.
His voice was deeper than any she ever heard. "On the couch."
She obeyed without thinking. She made her way to the couch and sank into the plush cushions.
"Spread your legs."
She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. A frustrated groan left Jason's lips and Anna jumped at the sound. Before she could blink, she was pushed back on the couch, Jason's lips over hers.
His hands grazed her nipples, and he shoved her thighs apart, settling between them. He took her breast into his mouth, biting, sucking, tugging until sparks shot to her core.
"Jason-" she gasped, desperate.
********
Anna was supposed to be enjoying her sister's wedding afterparty, not stuck in a locked car with the groom's infuriating older brother.
Jason Knight-best man, shameless flirt, her personal headache-had been under her skin since they met for rehearsals, and now, in her space.
He wasn't supposed to make her skin heat with one touch.
And she definitely wasn't supposed to end the night tangled in bed with him.
One night. That's all it was meant to be.
But what Anna doesn't know: Jason isn't just her brother-in-law's maddeningly smug brother, he's the boy she once humiliated in high school-the one who never forgot, and he's spent every one of the years after changing everything about himself.
Now, he's back with a grudge, a memory that cuts deep, and a plan.
Twenty-one days. One dangerous game.
Anna is about to learn that some grudges don't fade, they smolder and ignite.
When old wounds collide with white-hot chemistry, will revenge blur into something even more dangerous? or will it be their ruin?