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Chapter 42 — Come In
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The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 42 — Come In
Ivy’s POVThe morning didn’t just arrive; it slammed into me like a freight train, and I felt like I was marching straight toward an execution block.Except there was no wooden scaffold, no masked headsman, and no blade waiting to sever my neck. Just Doctor Callisto standing in the doorway of my quarters at eight in the morning, holding a steaming cup of dark, earthy tea that smelled like dried lavender, crushed roots, and bitter bark.“Drink it,” Callisto said, stepping in without an invitation and setting the cup on my bedside table. “It is an herbal adaptogen formulated to balance your systemic hormone levels and dampen your cortisol spikes. Stress is a counter-productive biological variable.”I glared at the dark liquid like it was radioactive waste. “I don’t need your swamp water, Callisto.”“Drink the tea, Miss Solokov,” he repeated, pulling a digital vitals scanner from his coat pocket. “Or I will have Mateo hold your arms while I pour it down your throat.”I rolled my eyes so
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 41 — You Talk Too Much for a Mafia Boss
Alfonso’s POVThe tension crawling through the estate corridors was so damn thick you could carve it with a blade.Tomorrow was Thursday. The day Callisto’s sterile little calendar marked as the grand opening of our “biological window.” I was sitting behind my desk with a mountain of armory requisitions, trying to focus on numbers, shipping crates, and 7.62 rounds, but the ink on the manifests was basically blurring together.Beneath my skin, my Lycan was pacing like a caged beast on day four of a starvation diet. It was agitated, snapping its jaws in the back of my mind, hyper-aware of the clock ticking down. The beast didn’t care about syndicate politics, council ultimatums, or the blood moon. It cared about the female breathing just twelve feet across the hall from my bedroom door.To make matters worse, Seraphina was turning the east wing into a personal disaster zone. She had spent the last forty-eight hours barricaded in her suite, throwing ceramic vases at the drywall and sendi
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 40 — Don't Be Late
Ivy’s POVThe deep-marrow burn from Callisto’s chemical cocktails had finally faded into a dull, manageable ache, but my head was a fucking mess.I was sitting on the edge of the mattress in the suite directly across from Alfonso’s, staring down at the tiny seam where the fabric met the box spring. Tucked deep beneath the lining was the scrubbed burner phone.Kessler hadn’t called back yet.No ring, no ping, no encrypted text. Just suffocating silence hanging over my neck like a freshly sharpened guillotine. The waiting was the worst part. That was always Kessler’s favorite tactic—letting you stew in your own panic until you started hearing footsteps in the dark. If I didn’t hand over something tangible soon, some piece of classified syndicate leverage or House Rocca data, he wouldn’t hesitate to pull the plug on Luka’s pod.Think, Ivana. Stop acting like a cornered rookie.If I was really going to survive this whole surrogacy nightmare, let an Alpha into my bed, and carry his kid jus
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 39 — She's Been Sneaking
Alfonso’s POVI pinched the bridge of my nose, pressing hard until my vision swam behind closed eyelids, trying to crush the pounding migraine building behind my temples.Across my desk, Callisto stood rigid in his lab coat, tapping a stylus against his tablet with the steady, infuriating rhythm of a metronome.“Her inflammatory markers have stabilized down to normal levels,” Callisto droned, his voice sounding like a text-to-speech engine stripped of all human soul. “However, the endometrial lining needs seventy-two hoursChapter 39 — She's Been Sneaking of metabolic reset to shed the residual synthetic inhibitors. Based on her luteinizing hormone baseline, the primary fertile window opens Thursday evening at approximately twenty-one hundred hours.”I let out a low, ragged groan, dropping my hands flat onto the desk. “Callisto. Stop. Shut your mouth before I chuck this paperweight through your forehead.”Callisto didn’t even blink. He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses with the knuckl
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
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