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Chapter 80 — We're Hunting, Baby
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2026-11-09 19:25:20
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The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 81 — No Promises
Ivy's POVTwenty minutes later, the basement was filled with the smell of gun oil and the sound of people getting ready for a fight. Nobody was wasting time. The emergency lights ran on generator power, casting an amber glow over the gun racks, ammunition crates, and monitors displaying satellite feeds.At the main terminal, Olly was practically bouncing in his seat. He took another drink from his can while his fingers moved across the keyboard."Cracking the second firewall now," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Old Cold War facility blueprints... medical front by the water... got it! I've got the layout!"He pulled up the plans, and the screens changed to show the building and its surroundings. Olly leaned closer, studying the information as though he could find every possible way inside just by staring at it. His fingers kept moving while he checked the different sections.Behind him, Luka was spinning in a chair, safely tucked away from the weapons racks. He had headpho
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 80 — We're Hunting, Baby
Ivy's POVThe rain kept pouring over my head, but I barely noticed it. Water ran down my face and neck, soaking my clothes, while mud squelched beneath my bare feet. None of it mattered. My attention was fixed on the words the dying mercenary had given me, and no amount of rain could wash them out of my head.Cassian’s faction had backed the whole damn play.The mercenary's confession kept replaying in my mind. Lord Cassian. And that lousy bitch Sandyfact or whatever the fuck her name was. They had known what Kessler was doing. They had helped him, funded him, and given him the means to continue. This wasn't some misunderstanding or a disagreement between factions. They had put money behind the man who had tortured me, and they had done it while pretending to be part of the same world I was supposed to trust.They hadn't stopped at trying to get rid of me, either. They had sent men into the exact wing where Luka was sleeping. They had gone after an eight-year-old boy who was still re
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 79 — We're Going To Burn It
Alfonso's POVThe rain hit my bare shoulders like needles, but all I could feel was the pulse under my right palm.Fifteen minutes ago the alarms had gone off and the sensors had died. I'd been out of bed and halfway down the stairs before I was even awake. Now I stood in the mud behind my own house with my hand around a stranger's throat.My claws were sunk half an inch into his neck. Blood leaked around the black tips and the downpour washed it down his collar. His boots scraped the wet cobblestones, heels kicking up mud, his hands clawing at my wrist like he could pry me loose.I kept the pressure steady, crushing his windpipe until he made small, wet squeaks. Just enough to let him know his life hung on my mercy.Boots sloshed through the grass behind me."Perimeter clear, Boss!" Mateo shouted over the storm.He and Oreo rounded the corner of the brick wall with shotguns raised, sweeping the dark garden. Oreo had grease smeared across his glasses and blood dripping from his knuckl
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 78 — Wrong Answer
Ivy's POVThe sky split open and dumped sheets of freezing rain that washed the flour off my skin and turned the lawns to churning mud.It was pitch black out here. The EMP had killed the main transformer, and the courtyard was lit only by the flicker of emergency lanterns and the flash of gunfire near the fence. Kracker's grenade launcher let out a distant thump-thump, and orange sparks sprayed against the tree line.Thunder rolled across the clouds and rattled up through the soles of my bare feet.Perfect.I loved the rain. Rain hid the smell of gunpowder, blinded heat cameras, and covered the wet sound of a blade going into a body.The agency had taught me that too. Operatives hated storms. They hated mud and bad light and cold hands. I had spent ten years making it my home field.I climbed the lattice on the side of the garden shed in three quick pulls and crouched on the roof like a gargoyle. Water ran down my face and plastered my bangs to my forehead, soaking my sweatpants and
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 77 — Don't Let Them Touch My Brother
Alfonso's POVHer pulse thumped under my thumb, fast and fluttery, giving away everything her mouth tried to deny.Every day, the wall she'd spent ten years building dropped another inch. A brick here, a crack there. Seeing the ice-cold ghost lean into my touch in a flour-dusted kitchen, staring up at me with that breathless confusion, was driving me crazy in the best way. My wolf was drunk on the smell of her and practically begging me to take the rest of her pride right now.I leaned down, my eyes dropping to her parted lips, ready to kiss the stubborn attitude out of her mouth.One more breath and I'd have had her. Her eyes had gone half-closed and the scowl had melted into something I would have paid good money to see again.The lights overhead cut out for a second, snapped back, and buzzed with an ugly drone.Then came the sound that turned my blood to ice.A shrill whine tore through the ceiling speakers, rising and falling, rattling the walls.Red alert. Breach.The warmth, the
The Assassin Alpha's Heir Chapter 76 — Whatever You Say, Princess
Ivy's POVI dragged my sleeve across my nose and wiped the flour off so hard I nearly took the skin with it."You think you're hilarious, don't you?" I snapped, glaring at his smug face like I could burn a hole through it.The corner of his mouth twitched. Gwen's footsteps faded down the hall, and the quiet that followed felt a lot louder than it should have.Great. Left alone with the wolf.My heart was already pounding, and I blamed the flour. Flour got in your lungs. Flour made you dizzy. That had to be it.I snatched the rolling pin off the board and aimed the floury end at the middle of his chest. The wood hovered an inch from his black shirt, my knuckles white around the handle."Back off, Rocca," I warned, narrowing my eyes. "Hitting a pregnant woman—or a maybe-pregnant woman—is a low blow, even for a Lycan mob boss."The words fell out of my mouth before my brain could stop them.Oh, you idiot, Ivana. Why would you say that out loud?!Alfonso's eyebrows shot up toward his hair
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