Kill Me Alpha, Before I Do (Beast Of Flames Book 1)
"You kill so wonderfully well, little Raven," he murmured, his voice incredibly smooth, "but you did a terrible job hiding yourself. That beautiful scent of yours... wood, jasmine, and blood. It's unmistakable."
Thirteen years ago, ten-year-old Romy Hawthorne hid in the vineyard and watched the Supreme Alpha, Rowan Ashwing-Kael Vexley, pull a bloodied blade from her sister’s chest as her home burned.
Now, Romy is "Viper"—a lethal, wolf-less assassin.
When a twenty-million-dollar bounty drops on the man known as the Beast of Flames, she eagerly takes the job. Her mission: infiltrate his territory, plunge a silver knife into his heart, and avenge her family.
But her target is a dangerously powerful Fire Lord who has spent the last decade hunting the real syndicate that murdered his fiancée. When Romy breaks into his stronghold, he doesn't find a victim, he finds the surviving little sister of the woman he lost.
And to their absolute horror, she is his fated mate.
Bound by an agonizing supernatural tether where every ounce of physical pain she inflicts on him is violently mirrored in her own body, Romy is completely trapped. With enemies closing in, she must make a choice: Will she fulfill her lifelong vow and kill the monster who ruined her life? Or will she surrender to the intoxicating fire of the Alpha who would burn the world down to keep her safe?
#Enemies to Lovers #Fated Mates #Assassin/Alpha #Touch Her and Die #Revenge #Forced Proximity, #Misunderstanding #Hidden Identity #Steamy.
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Chapter: Chapter 79Romy pov The air inside the main house sat thick and stale, tasting of old wood and damp cloth.Pamela stood by the heavy oak sideboard in the dining hall, counting through a stack of yellow delivery slips. “The automated network is dropping packets again, Romy,” she said, her fingers sliding one slip to the bottom of the pile. “Go down to the transit terminal and verify the dry goods by hand. Take the lower road.”I nodded once and kept my face flat. If her errand got me out of the villa for an hour, I’d let her think I was listening.I pulled my heavy coat off the iron peg by the pantry before she finished speaking. My boots hit the gravel path outside, the soles sliding sideways on the grey patches of thin ice on the asphalt.The weight behind my collarbone pulled harder with every ten yards I put between myself and the residential block. It pulled like a cold wire hooked under my collarbone. I tucked my chin into my wool collar and kept walking.The freezing sleet came down in gr
Last Updated: 2026-07-09
Chapter: Chapter 78Romy povThe air inside the main house was thick and stale and smelled like old wood and damp cloth.Pamela was standing by the heavy oak sideboard in the dining hall, counting through a stack of yellow delivery slips. “The automated network is dropping packets again, Romy,” she said, her fingers sliding one slip to the bottom of the pile. “Go down to the transit terminal and verify the dry-goods manifests by hand. Take the lower road.”I nodded, keeping my face flat. If her errand got me out of the villa for an hour, I’d let her think I was listening.I pulled my heavy coat off the iron peg by the pantry before she finished speaking, my boots already hitting the gravel path outside.The weight behind my collarbone pulled harder with every ten yards I put between myself and the residential block. It pulled like a cold wire hooked under my collarbone. But I tucked my chin into my wool collar and kept walking as the free
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: Chapter 77Romy povThe gauze on my palm kept splitting at the stitching every time I pressed the stylus down to log the barrel numbers. The kitchen was quiet except for the ice maker in the corner, dropping cubes into the bin with a dull thud every few minutes.The heavy oak door behind the counter clicked open and Rowanwalked in, his broad shoulders filling the frame before he even stepped through. The smell of freezing rain and wet wool hit the small space instantly, coming off the dark collar of his coat in a faint, cold mist.He didn’t drop his keys on the hook by the door or even look toward the pantry logs. He just moved straight to the desk, leaned over my shoulder from behind, his chest briefly pressing against my back as he reached past me.The cold brass buttons of his jacket brushed my upper shoulder through the thin cotton of my shirt. He didn’t take the stylus, neither did hetouch the tablet.His left hand came down on my hip,
Last Updated: 2026-07-07
Chapter: Chapter 76Romy PovThe brass garden tap behind the garage didn’t have a rubber washer left in it. Freezing well water kept dribbling over the brass thread, running straight down my forearm into the sleeve of my thermal shirt. The skin on my knuckles was grey and thick with dried lime wash from the cellar. They split across my middle finger and opened again every time I tried to scrub the crusted white paste out of my nails.A delivery pickup came down the lane and braked hard near the loading bay. The engine cut and Liam Mercer dropped from the cab.He didn’t bother checking the delivery log on the sun visor, he unfastened the tailgate with his left hand, his work gloves tucked under his arm while he dragged a fifty-pound sack of road salt toward the edge of the truck bed.His dark hair was flat on one side from the rain, stuck to his temples in thin streaks that ran to his jawline. When he lifted the second crate of winter fluid, his shoulder hit the steel corner of the truck bed. He caught
Last Updated: 2026-07-07
Chapter: Chapter 75Romy povThe hamper handles dug into my palms. The rough fiber caught in the small cuts I’d got at the cistern that morning, pulling them back open with every shift of my grip.Pamela did not look me in the face when she gestured to the bottom steps. Her chin was buried in her wool collar, and her fingers moved through a set of brass keys that didn’t belong to the pantry lines.She told me to go down and sort the winter wools in the lowest cellar because the damp from the stone floor would damage the fibers if left any longer. Her shoulder was angled just enough to block the main hall behind her.My boots wouldn’t move from the floor. A house like this did not leave three crates of northern valley wool in a lime-wash cellar where the river mud came through the mortar every time the frost broke. Pamela knew a great deal about rot. So did I.I cleared my throat, my thumb still moving over the rough twine on the hamper’s handle. “Esther usually handles the winter linens, Pamela.”Pamela’
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
Chapter: Chapter 74Rowan povThe morning delivery hadn’t come. When I walked into the granary, two wagons were backed into the mud by the outer wall, their drivers hunched on the tailgates with their coats pulled up over their ears and the iron scales were empty.Aaron was sorting through the leather tags on the wall pegs, his thumb dragging across the ink markings– so engrossed that he didn't even turn around when my boots hit the gravel by the entrance.“Pamela had the salt pork moved to the lower cellar an hour ago,” Aaron said, his jaw staying rigid as he dropped a wooden marker into a basket. “She told the carters the northern storehouse was leaking through the shingles. I checked the roof yesterday. The oak slats are dry.”I didn’t answer him. I walked past the grain bins toward the long hall that connected the main house to the kitchen hall. The air in the passage was cold, smelling of the wax candles the servants left in the iron wall brackets overnight.My mother was standing by the high arched
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
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