로그인Ivana Sokolov doesn't miss. Trained since childhood into the deadliest asset her agency owns, she's spent ten years burying every soft thing about herself so deep that even she forgot it was there. When she's sent to assassinate Alpha Alfonso Rocca, head of the most powerful syndicate in the eastern territories, it's supposed to be routine. Line up the shot, collect the paycheck, disappear. Instead, the mission changes mid-trigger and the price of refusing is her brother's life, a brother she buried four years ago and has just learned is very much alive. The catch: Alfonso doesn't want her dead. He wants her pregnant. Out of four thousand tested candidates, Ivana is the only biological match compatible enough to carry his heir and survive it — and thirty-two women before her didn't. As she's pulled into the Rocca family's inner war against rivals who want Alfonso's bloodline erased entirely, Ivana discovers the contract was never really about genetics. It's about a bloodline massacre from her own past that Alfonso's family had a hand in — and a wolf inside her that was never supposed to wake up at all. She came to kill an Alpha. She's leaving as one.
더 보기Ivana’s POVMy finger flexed against the trigger of the stolen handgun, my knuckle turning stark white under the red emergency lights.He was three feet away. No body armor over his chest, no security team blocking my angle, no defensive stance. I could punch a hole straight through his throat before his brain even registered the muzzle flash.He's going to kill me, my mind screamed. He brought a dozen men to corner me, and now he's closing the trap himself.Instead, Alfonso casually tilted his head toward the door and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible flick of his wrist."Out," he said, his voice flat and quiet. "All of you."The strike team leader blinked, his jaw dropping in disbelief. "Sir? She’s an elite operative, she’s armed, and she’s already taken down—""I won't ask a second time," Alfonso interrupted, not even bothering to glance back at the man.Without another word of protest, the twelve heavily armed guards snapped their rifles back to their shoulders, turned on their he
Chapter 4Ivana's POVThe sweet stench of the gray gas hit my throat like liquid lead. My lungs screamed as my vision swam, the red emergency lights warping into distorted smears of blood.I couldn't afford to panic. Panic was a luxury for people who hadn't spent their teenage years being poisoned, drugged, and locked in steel boxes until their bodies learned to adapt.Instead, my brain clicked into cold, survival mode. I reached down, ripped off a thick strip of my black sleeve, poured the tiny splash of water left in my flask over the fabric, and slammed it over my nose and mouth. I dropped to my knees, pressing my cheek against the cold concrete floor—gas rises, oxygen stays low. Basic physics.I didn't waste a single calorie pounding on the reinforced door. I started crawling, my fingers trailing along the perimeter wall, mapping the corners and feeling for seams in the metal paneling.One... two... three seconds.The paralyzing weight in my limbs was settling fast, but my heart w
Ivana’s POVI couldn't tear my eyes away from the photograph.Fake. It had to be. A cheap Photoshop job, an AI render, or a heavily edited picture pulled from an archive before the safehouse fire four years ago. My brain frantically scrambled for every logical excuse to reject the paper sitting on the table. Then my thumb brushed over his left wrist in the picture, and my heart completely stopped.Twisted twice around his arm was a faded, frayed length of blue paracord—the ridiculous, uneven knot I had tied for him on his tenth birthday when he refused to stop crying after breaking his collarbone. And right above it, a thin, jagged white scar cut straight through his left eyebrow from the time he fell out of the old tree in our backyard.It was him.Luka was alive. Somebody had pulled him out of that burning house, erased his name, and kept him locked away in the dark while I spent four years bleeding for this organization just to numb the pain of losing him.Lucky for me, the tears
Ivana's POVI didn't move an inch. I stayed flat behind the stock of the rifle, my eyes glued to the scope, watching the tiny crosshairs rest perfectly over Alpha Alfonso's left temple. I was genuinely convinced someone had hacked headquarters."Stop joking," I hissed into my collar mic, my thumb steady against the steel receiver. "I'm seconds away from dropping him. The line of sight is clear, wind is zero, and I'm pulling the trigger on three.""I'm not joking, Sokolov," the Director’s voice came back, cold and flat. "Abort.”"No," I growled out, the absurdity of the command making my jaw tighten. I wasn't throwing away hours of prep, risk, and a high-paying hit just because some suit at headquarters suddenly had a change of heart. I was a professional. When I took a job, I finished it.I started counting down in my head, tightening the pressure on the trigger millimeter by millimeter.Three.Two..."If you pull that trigger..."The Director paused, the slight crackle of static fill
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