Chapter 3

Raven’s Pov

I didn’t even know why I agreed to follow this man.

I knew what was going to happen. He was going to die. I was going to kill him. Two in one day. I had never done that before. But today, I just felt like having fun.

Alex had told me to stay calm. He told me not to do anything crazy. But I didn’t listen, he would be so mad at me.

The man walked into my bar. And he started flirting with me. Why would he flirt with me? Did he think I was just one of those easy girls? It annoyed me.

I was already on top of him. Just my panties and bra on. He looked like he was enjoying it too much. His eyes were closed.

Good.

That was when I brought out my dagger. I moved slowly. I wanted it clean. Fast.

But then, just as I raised it—

His eyes opened. And he caught my hand.

“What the hell?” he shouted, pushing me off and getting up from the bed.

I rolled off and stood too, my dagger still in hand.

“What are you trying to do?” he asked, shocked.

I looked him in the eyes.

“I’m trying to kill you, of course.”

He stepped back. “Why?”

“You don’t know how to keep your mouth shut,” I said. “You flirt with every girl you see. No self-control. So I’m here to teach you a lesson.”

He scoffed. “I just wanted to have some fun. And now you’re trying to kill me?”

“Yes,” I said with no emotion. “I’m going to kill you. So say your goodbyes.”

I took a step forward.

This time, I wasn’t missing.

I didn’t waste time.

I launched at him fast, my blade ready.

But he dodged it quickly. Too quick.

He was already on the other side of the room before I could blink.

I turned sharply, keeping my eyes on him. “Nice move,” I said with a cold smile. “But you’re not going to get lucky next time.”

I rushed toward him again, aiming for his face with a solid punch.

He pushed me.

Not hard. Just a soft push. Gentle, even.

That made me stop for a second.

Did he really think I was weak? Just because I’m a woman?

I’ve fought men like him before. Full of themselves. Thinking strength is about muscles and deep voices.

I stepped back and narrowed my eyes at him.

“You’re going to regret this,” I said. “Let me just make this easy for you… so your death won’t be painful.”

He looked at me, dead serious. “You’re depressing,” he said, voice calm but sharp. “You’re going to regret this. Stop this madness and walk out of this room.”

I chuckled.

“You dare not.”

My claws extended.

I never used them unless the man was tough. Unless he was worth it.

This one? He was going to see something different.

I expected him to panic. To run. To beg.

But he didn’t flinch.

He didn’t even blink.

He just stared at me like he’d been expecting this.

And then—

His claws came out.

“A half werewolf. Interesting.” he said

After he made the statement, his eyes turned red.

My heart skipped, he was an Alpha.

I knew I couldn’t beat an Alpha. Not in this life.

But I still wanted to test myself.

Maybe it was madness. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was just rage.

I didn’t care.

Our claws clashed, metallic and raw. The room lit with sparks of fury and growls.

He moved with precision. Strength. Experience.

But I was fast. I was angry. I didn’t hold back.

“You don’t scare me,” I snarled, dodging a swipe and landing a sharp cut on his arm.

He glanced at the wound like it was nothing. “You should be.”

I lunged again, but he caught my wrist mid-air and twisted it. I winced but rolled with the motion, breaking free and swinging at his jaw. He ducked.

“You’re good,” he said. “But not good enough.”

“Keep talking,” I growled. “Maybe I’ll rip that smug mouth off.”

He slammed me into the wall.

I gasped, clawing at him.

“Still not scared?” he taunted, eyes blazing.

“Terrified,” I whispered with a smirk, “but I never run.”

Our bodies clashed again. It was brutal. Bones meeting flesh. Blood mixing with sweat.

I aimed for his throat. He dodged and spun me around, pinning me hard to the bed. My back hit the mattress with a thud, his claw at my neck.

His face hovered close, too close. Eyes boring into mine.

Do it, I thought. Finish it.

“I told you…” he said, voice low and steady, “you should’ve walked out that door.”

His grip tightened. “You’re going to regret this.”

I stared up at him, waiting. Ready.

But then he pulled back.

“I don’t kill women,” he muttered.

He stood. Picked up his shirt, wore it and left.

Just like that.

The door clicked behind him.

And I lay there, breathing hard. My chest rising and falling like I’d just run through hell and back.

I was terrified.

Not of dying.

Of him.

This man… this Alpha… had scared me in a way no man ever had. Not even the ones I’ve killed, and I hated that.

A few minutes later, Alex burst in.

“What the hell, Raven?” he shouted, eyes wild. “I told you to stop it! Two in one day? This is getting out of hand!”

I sat up slowly, still catching my breath. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I’ll… I’ll take a break for a little while.”

“No.” Alex’s voice softened, but the anger was still there. “No taking breaks. You need to stop.”

I didn’t argue. Out loud, at least.

“Okay,” I said quietly. “I’ll stop killing.”

But inside?

Inside I was screaming.

I’ll stop for now. But not forever. I’ll find them. The ones who prey. The ones who can’t keep it in their pants. Pedophiles and fools.

They won’t be so lucky.