Willow POV
I can remember the day like it was yesterday. My mother tucked my hair behind my ears and wiped the dirt off my face.
“You are going to meet the Princess,” she says quietly. “You have to look your best.”
“What if she doesn’t like me?” I ask innocently. I didn’t understand the gravity of what was about to happen.
“She will love you,” my mother says before she places a kiss on my forehead. “Now, what do you say?”
“I tell them that I was sent to live with the Princess,” I say proudly.
“Perfect,” my mother says.
I close my eyes and try to remember the sound of her voice, the way that the breeze blew through her hair, the color of her hair, and the color of her eyes. But time has faded my memory to nothing but the words that were spoken between the two of us.
This is the same memory that flashes through my mind before every mission. It was the beginning of everything. It was the moment my life turned into something that, I am sure, my birth mother could never imagine.
I slide into the warehouse through the unguarded side door. Sticking to the shadows, I shake my head at the lack of protection around the warehouse. I am sure that the Rogue Alpha isn’t here. It will be just another dead end. More innocent lives will be lost because I cannot leave any loose ends. If anyone sees me, they must die.
I am the Lycan King’s most valuable asset. He knows it, and so do I. None of the other assassins are as quick or as clean as I am.
Voices echo loudly through the warehouse, and I know I need to find a place to hide. I hop inside one of the oversized crates and listen to the conversation that is being held just a few rows over.
“Do you think he will show?” One of the voices says. The voice is low and growly.
Another chipper voice chimes in. “Our contact within the city swears the King took the bait and would be sending his best assassin.”
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath. I knew that it was too easy to get into the warehouse. It is a fucking setup.
“He should be here shortly,” the second voice speaks again. “Our contact within the city has been trailing him for some time now.”
Accidentally, I let out a snort of laughter because they keep calling me a ‘he.’ I clasp my hand over my mouth but fail to stifle the laughter.
“Did you hear that?” the man with the growly voice says, and I know that it is over. I have blown my cover.
A single set of footsteps echoes through the warehouse and get closer to my location. Pulling my gun out of my holster, I crouch low in the crate and ready myself to pop up with a surprise. The footsteps sound like they stop just a few steps away from me. Popping out of the crate, I find myself face to face with an angry man covered in scars.
“What the fuck?” He growls in my direction. “Who are you?”
“I’m here to kill you, Cupcake?” I smile broadly in his direction.
He turns his head to the side to call for his buddy. But before he can say anything, I pull the gun from my side and pull the trigger without hesitation. My bullet pierces through his temple, and the other side of his face explodes. His body wavers on his feet for mere seconds before he crumples to the ground.
“Razor,” his buddy calls out from the other side of the warehouse. “Did you find him?”
Another snort of laughter escapes my lips as I hop out of the crate and over Razor’s now lifeless body. “Razor,” I try to sound menacing as I say his name, but no matter how I say it, it comes out as a giggle.
“Razor,” the other guy says loudly, and I hear his footsteps running towards me quickly.
Propping myself up on another crate, I wait for the other guy to approach me. As he comes into view, I hop off the crate and keep a wide smile on my lips.
“I am sorry, but Razor is unavailable at the moment. He’s busy.” I say in my smart-ass voice.
The man looks me up and down, but I don’t take my eyes off his hands. “You have got to be kidding me,” the man laughs. “You are the Lycan King’s lead assassin? Aren’t you also his secretary?”
Scoffing loudly, I pretend to be offended. “I am his administrative assistant.”
“This is a joke,” the man doubles over with laughter. “You are a human. I can’t believe he sent a little girl to do a man’s job.”
Jumping over Razor’s lifeless body, I kick the other man in his chest, and he stumbles backward a few steps. As soon as he gets back to his feet, he barrels towards me and tries to lunge for my waist. I brace myself for the impact, knowing I am not fast enough to get away in this tiny space.
He wraps his arms around my waist and forces me to the ground, holding me there by my shoulders.
“I don’t want to hit a girl, but I will,” the man says with a hint of irritation in his voice.
I spit in his eyes, not bothering to answer him, taking him by surprise. Raising his hands to wipe my spit from his face, he accidentally sets me free, and I wiggle from his hold and spring back to my feet.
He lunges for me again, only this time, I am ready for him. Jumping up, I knee him in the nose before I leap over his shoulders. Spinning in the air, I land, so I am facing him. I watch with amusement as he holds his nose and tries to stumble to his feet.
Leaping onto his back, I rip my favorite blade from its sheath and stab him in the jugular. Blood sprays from his neck and covers the side of my face and hair. He falls to the ground with a thud. Before I take the knife out of his neck, I roll him over onto his back and watch as he sputters for air.
“Who is your contact in Lycan City?” I scream at him.
“Die, Bitch,” he sputters.
“I’m sorry. I had a hard time hearing that over the sound of you dying.” I say with a smile on my face.
The man continues to gurgle and stem the blood that is escaping from around my blade. I let out a frustrated sigh and rip the knife out of his neck, letting him bleed out onto the warehouse floor.
I turn my head and look toward the shelves that are full of boxes. I swear someone is watching me, but if anyone is there, they don’t make themselves known. I hear more footsteps coming from outside of the warehouse, but enough blood has been shed tonight.
Quickly I slide out of the side door of the warehouse and run into the woods behind it. The sound of footsteps falls behind me, and I know that they are close to catching me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan as I run. I know that I cannot outrun a lycan or a werewolf, even on my best day.
A large tree stands before me, and I shimmy up the trunk before those that are chasing me can catch up to me. I climb to the top of the tree and wait. I watch as the rogues that were chasing me run stupidly by the tree.
Now I must sit up here and wait. Pulling out my phone, I shoot a text off to the King.
Me: You have a rat among your men. This was a setup.
King: I thought maybe it might be.
Me: So, you sent your niece into the trap. How kind of you?
King: How many fatalities?
Me: Two
King: Waste Not. That’s why I sent you.
Closing the screen on my phone, I tuck it back into my pocket. It is going to be a long damn night at the top of this tree.
Osiris POVFrom a distance, I watch through binoculars as a small figure clad in black leather makes its way into the warehouse. I smirk to myself, knowing that the trap that we set for the Lycan King's assassin has worked. I will have to send a thank you basket to my plant within Lycan City. I wait in silence for my cue. Today is the day that we put an end to the Lycan King's tyrannical rule over the rogues in this country. Once I take out the assassin, he will no longer be able to infiltrate my warehouses and camps. Then hopefully, we can live in peace. The lights of the warehouse flicker twice, and that is my signal to move. Quickly, I make my way down the hill and toward the warehouse. I have planned to take out the assassin myself and send his head to the Lycan King in a gift-wrapped package. It will be a message that the Rogue Alpha and his people are not to be trifled with. But none of this will happen until I milk the assassin for all the information he has on the L
Willow POVBy the time the sun rises the next day, I am already dragging ass. My night spent in the tree was an uncomfortable one. The Rogue Alpha's men searched for me until the wee hours of the morning. I barely had enough time to get home and changed to head to my day job. Checking the watch on my wrist, I have five minutes to get up to the top floor of the building. The elevator takes at least three minutes if I am alone. Bursting through the front doors of the central building in the center of Lycan City, I see a crowd of people waiting for the elevator. "Fuck," I mumble under my breath. I am going to be late. Uncle Faris is going to have a fit.The she-wolf at the front desk looks at me with amusement in her eyes. "I don't think you are going to make it in time, Lo," she laughs. "Fuck you, Amy," I hiss back at her, and she clutches her chest and feigns heartbreak. Looking from the stairs to the crowd in front of the elevator, I kick off my shoes and run for the sta
Osiris POVA pretty redhead is sitting at the front desk of the main building of Lycan City. She is bobbing her head up and down to the music that is playing in the lobby and pops the gum that is in her mouth. Standing in front of her, I watch her with interest for a moment before I knock my fists gently on the desk in front of me.The redhead looks up and jumps back at the sight of me. She lifts her nose discreetly into the air and sniffs gently. I know she checking to see if I am a werewolf or human. Her nose wrinkles in disgust with the realization that I am a rogue, and she scoots back awkwardly in her seat."Can I help you?" She says, clearly uncomfortable with my presence."I have a nine o'clock meeting with the Lycan King," I say confidently.The redhead turns back to her computer and flips through a couple of screens. "The King doesn't have a nine o'clock appointment."My face falls in disappointment. I thought at least that the King would have the decency to meet with me afte
Willow POVWhen Osiris mentions the burning warehouse, I keep my face neutral and scroll through the apps on my tablet. It is not the first time I have sat in this office and pretended like I don't know what is going on. Osiris and the King stare at one another. Neither one of them is willing to speak first. The tension between the two men is palpable. So much so that when my phone rings in my pocket, I fall off the desk with a yelp. Osiris catches me by the shoulders before I hit the ground in front of him. Even through my shirt, I can feel the electricity between us. Our eyes lock onto one another for a moment, and it is as if the rest of the world dissolves away. My arms go weak for a moment, and the tablet slips from my hands and lands on my foot. The corner of the tablet hits the bridge of my foot, and hiss out in pain. I begin to hop up and down on my foot, holding my other as I try to breathe through the pain. "She is a graceful one," Osiris says jokingly as he lets
Willow POV Standing in front of the elevator, I tap my foot impatiently. The mutterings and whispers of everyone in the office are beginning to get on my nerves. After what happened this morning and my fight with Chad, they have lots to talk about now that my back is turned. Lauren's nasally laugh catches my attention, and I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She is sitting on a desk chatting with one of the other she-wolves in the office. They are pointing in my direction and laughing loudly. That bitch will get what is coming to her, I think to myself. Just as soon as I finish this last job, I am going to kill her for fun. Looking back toward the elevator, I let out a frustrated sigh. The elevator never takes this long. In the reflection of the elevator, I can see Osiris standing quietly behind me. His eyes are glued firmly to the back of my head, and there is a scowl on his face. I don’t understand why he cares so much about my well-being. Finally, the doors o
Willow POVThe light that is shining above me is too bright. It feels like the light of the sun is shining in my room, only there isn't any warmth to go along with it. Pressing my hand to my forehead, my eyes fly open when I feel the warmth of the palm of my hand. I don't have my gloves on. Sitting up in the hospital bed, I look at my surroundings. The room is crisp and white. The sheets on the bed are paper thin and scratchy. Somehow I made it to the hospital, and I let out a sigh of relief. The doctors and nurses at the edge of Lycan City know not to touch my hands. Wrinkling my nose at the smell of antiseptic. A sharp pain stings through the bridge of my nose, and I gingerly reach up my hand to touch it. By the feel of it, my nose has been reset and bandaged. Leaning back in bed, I sit on my hands to ensure I don't accidentally touch someone and try to recount what happened before I passed out. Sometimes it can be hard to distinguish between what is real and what I sa
Osiris POVI watch with amusement as my small mate jumps up from the hospital bed and rushes around the hotel room, clad in only a hospital gown and a pair of latex gloves. Unsuccessfully she tries to hold the back of the gown shut while she searches through the drawers and cabinets, and I catch a glimpse of her tight ass. I can only assume that she is looking for her personal items so she can get out of here. Little does she know I never plan to let her leave here. I also see a strange tattoo that runs the length of her spine. It contains characters and symbols that I have only seen a few times before. They were on the cards in the witch's cottage on the edge of the rogue territory.'Is it possible that she is a witch?' I ask King in my mind.Sniffing the air discreetly, King shakes his head no. 'She doesn't smell like a witch. She smells human.' Sitting down next to my mother, I nudge her with my elbow. "Isn't she beautiful?" I ask my mother, and she shakes her head at me. "Y
Willow POVNo matter what move I used, Osiris was able to get the best of me. That is not something that I am used to. Digging my elbows into his back, I try to free myself, but Osiris only tightens his hold. He walks through the hospital with me hoisted over his shoulder like it is the most normal thing in the world. No matter how much I scream for help, no one steps in to help me, but I see everyone watching from the corners of their eyes. Many of them are muttering and whispering to one another as they watch the scene unfold in front of them."Put me down, you dirty mutt," I scream as we finally exit the hospital. Lifting my arm, I jam it down into the center of his back. I know it hurts because Osiris arches his back awkwardly. "That feels good," Osiris laughs. "Can you hit just a little bit lower next time? There is a knot there that I have been trying to work out for weeks." "This isn't funny," I say through gritted teeth. "Put me down." We stop next to a car, and O