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Chapter 36 — A Message
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The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 38 — Drop The Gun
Ivy’s POVThe world went silent.All the noise in the subterranean vault—the hum of the vents, the faint rustle of Mateo flipping through ledgers three aisles over, the low rumble of Alfonso’s voice—just stopped.It was replaced by a high-pitched ringing that started at the base of my skull and clawed its way straight through my eardrums.I stared at the yellowed piece of paper trembling in my hands. The black ink was faded, stamped with the official wax seal of the regional syndicates from over a decade ago. But the words were legible. Perfectly, brutally legible.Operation Clean Slate. Target: The Solokov Bloodline. Facilitator: House Rocca.Everything I knew—every single foundational truth that had kept me breathing, fighting, and surviving in Kessler’s twisted, blood-soaked world—was a fucking lie.For ten years, the agency had drilled the narrative into my head until it was carved into my bones. Kessler told me my family fell because they were weak. Because my father lacked t
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 37 — It's Freezing Down There
Alfonso's POVThe mood was thoroughly ruined.Which, if I was being entirely honest with myself, was probably for the best. Another two seconds of staring down at her parted, swollen lips, smelling that mix of gunpowder and sweet skin, and I would have forgotten every single one of her stupid, rigid rules. I would have ignored the knife on the sheets, ignored the contract, pinned her down, and kissed her entirely senseless until she forgot her own damn name.I turned my back to the bed, dragging a heavy hand down my face as I brought the buzzing phone back up to my ear."Talk to me," I ordered, my voice dead-level, the Alpha slipping back over my skin like armor."Boss! It's me and Kracker down in Sub-Level Two," Olly's voice practically vibrated through the speaker, breathless and high-pitched. In the background, the telltale click-clack of his keyboard was firing like a semi-automatic rifle. "We've got an active intrusion attempt! Someone just slammed our external perimeter node wit
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 36 — A Message
Ivy's POVI stood in the center of Alfonso's master bedroom, glaring at the bed like it was packed with twenty pounds of military-grade C4.Moving into his private wing permanently? Sleeping in the exact same bed as him? Every single night?!Not a chance in hell.I didn't care that Callisto was drawing up some biological conception calendar. I didn't care that Alfonso wanted to keep me from getting jumped by his psychotic groupies. There was no universe where I was just going to casually roll over under the sheets next to a six-foot-four mob boss and pretend this was normal domestic living.If I was being forced into this room, we were establishing strict, non-negotiable borders. I was laying down the law, and I wasn't budging an inch.The bathroom door clicked open, spilling a fresh cloud of warm cedarwood and mint into the bedroom.Alfonso strolled out.He was wearing sweatpants, drying his damp, dark hair with a towel, bare-chested. Water droplets were still tracing paths down the
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 35 — You're Moving In
Alfonso's POVI had barely caught my breath from tearing through five miles of thick pine forest, my lungs still burning from the shift, and I walk straight into a localized war zone in my own damn driveway.The scene was chaotic.Seraphina was flat on the ground, sobbing hysterically like a pig getting prepped for a butcher's block. Her fur coat was streaked with mud, gravel was tangled into her blowout, and she was violently waving a dirt-caked, manicured claw in the air like a drowning victim.And standing right over her?Ivana.She had her arms casually crossed over her chest, not a single drop of sweat on her face, looking thoroughly annoyed that her mid-morning beatdown had been so rudely interrupted by my arrival. There was actual dirt under her fingernails from when she was clearly trying to shove a handful of gravel down Sera's throat.The second Seraphina saw me, the shrieking dialed up to a frequency that could shatter bulletproof glass."Alfonso! Oh my God, Alfonso!" Sera
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 34 — Eat The Dirt, Princess
Ivy's POV I was sitting in Alfonso's room, waiting for him to haul his oversized ass back from wherever the hell he'd vanished to. We needed to talk. Serious talk. If I was really going through with this crazy "natural approach" nonsense, we had to lay down some ironclad ground rules. No weird emotional games, strictly business, a schedule, and a fat list of boundaries that would make a military perimeter look lax. Physically, I still felt like microwaved shit. My veins were still humming with the leftover ache from Callisto's chemical cocktail, and my head felt like an anvil. But Alfonso's master suite had one massive advantage: it was dead quiet. No beeping monitors, no technicians whispering down the hall, just curtains blocking the daylight and armchairs that didn't feel like medical torture slabs. I was literally just kicking off my boots, leaning my head back against the cushions of the chaise lounge, finally enjoying three minutes of uninterrupted peace, when the doors w
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 33 — Seraphina?
Alfonso’s POVI was relieved she had finally thrown in the towel and picked the less painful route. Genuinely. Seeing her tied to that gurney looking like a ghost had made my chest hollow out in ways I hated thinking about.Yet, as I paced the perimeter courtyard, this weird, uneasy prickle settled under my collar, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. It was like an itch right beneath the bone. Everything was falling into place—tactically, biologically—so why did my gut feel like it was twisting into a hangman’s noose?I couldn’t stand being inside the house another second.“Mateo,” I barked, spotting him crossing the tarmac near the secondary motor pool. “Drop the manifests. We’re running the ridge.”Mateo stopped, wiping grease off his good hand with a rag, his brow furrowing as he jogged over. “The ridge? Alfonso, the sun barely crested the treeline. Besides…” He hesitated, looking at me with that irritating, cautious edge. “It’s been months since you let your Lycan o
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