Chapter 6 – Deadly Deals

Giselle stood in front of a mirror brushing her long hair. She wore a simple white dress, elegant yet modest, the kind she usually wore when called to service an Alpha. Tonight, she was scheduled to go to the Silver Sky Pack—Alpha Keith had booked her again.

She was almost done when her phone, lying beside the hairbrush on the dresser, vibrated with a call. The number was unregistered.

Her brows knitted in confusion, but something inside her urged her to pick it up. Without pausing her brushing, she tapped the answer button and put it on loudspeaker.

“Hello?” she said softly.

A calm male voice answered, smooth and composed. “I want to book your services. Immediately.”

Giselle’s hand paused mid-brush. “I’m sorry,” she said politely. “My schedule is full. The next available opening is next month.”

“I’ll transfer fifty million to your account right now,” the man replied without hesitation.

Giselle’s heart jumped. “What?” she whispered, eyes wide.

A soft chime rang from her phone—bank transfer confirmed.

Her breath hitched. She dropped her brush.

“Do we have a deal, Giselle?” Frank’s voice asked calmly.

Giselle swallowed hard. Fifty million dollars? She could use that to build houses for the poor omega community. They could also have a school of their own so their children could study.

And she… she could finally have a month to rest. Her body needed a break after all the constant strain. She bit her finger nervously.

The voice on the phone spoke again, breaking her thoughts. “So, is it a deal? Are you accepting?”

Giselle sighed deeply, the weight of the decision pressing down on her. “Send me the address,” she finally said.

“Okay,” the voice replied, then the call ended abruptly.

She took a moment to steady herself, then picked up the phone to call Alpha Keith’s assistant. “I’m sick. I won’t be able to make it today,” she lied, trying to sound convincing.

After a brief pause, the assistant replied, “Alright, we’ll reschedule. Are you okay?”

“Yes, just tired. I’ll go tomorrow,” Giselle said softly.

She hung up and read the address Frank had sent her. Frowning, she realized it wasn’t familiar at all. It wasn’t some pack’s headquarters or any known location.

Grabbing her bag, she left her apartment and drove, following the directions carefully. The road became narrower, lined by thick trees until she found herself deep inside a forest. There was no sign of any pack or community. She thought the caller could be some rich alpha.

She stopped her car and called the number again. Frank answered immediately. “Go inside the forest. You’ll see a cabin.”

Giselle nodded, swallowed her fear, and ended the call. If only the money hadn’t already been transferred, she thought bitterly, she would have turned back. But now, the weight of the fifty million in her account pushed her forward.

As she walked through the trees, she soon saw the cabin. It looked surprisingly clean, almost well-kept for being so isolated.

A tall, muscular man with a scarred face stepped out and introduced himself. “I’m Frank.”

She nodded stiffly and followed him inside. The cabin was small but tidy.

“I’m ready,” Giselle said, moving toward the bed. She began removing her clothes.

Frank stopped her with a raised hand. “Wait, let’s drink first.”

He opened a beer from a plastic bag and handed it to her. Giselle frowned but wanted to get the meeting over with quickly, so she took a small sip.

Frank smiled and said, “You’ve walked far. You could be thirsty. Drink more.”

Reluctantly, Giselle drank almost half the bottle. What she didn’t realize was the beer had been laced with numbing pills. Slowly, her limbs went heavy and her mind blurred.

Frank watched her with a strange mix of pity and coldness. “I feel sorry for you, Giselle.”

“What do you mean?” Giselle asked, her voice shaking. Suddenly, her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor. A strange numbness began to spread through her body, making it impossible to move. “What the hell did you do to me? What do you want from me?” she said fearfully, her voice barely a whisper.

Frank looked down at her with a hard expression. “Luna Beatrice of the Green Eyes Pack wants you gone.”

“Luna Beatrice?” Giselle’s eyes widened as a painful memory surfaced. She remembered the harsh threats Luna Beatrice had made before, but she never imagined the Luna would go so far as to hire a hitman. She had heard cruel words from many she-wolves in her life, but this was the first time a Luna had truly crossed the line—ordering her elimination.

Tears welled up in her eyes. “Please… please let me go,” she begged weakly.

But Frank paid no attention to her pleas. With steady hands, he tied a heavy stone to her feet, the weight dragging her down further. Giselle felt utterly helpless, her strength gone. She could only whisper, “Have mercy… please.”

Without another word, Frank lifted her up and carried her outside. The cold wind bit at her skin as he approached the edge of a high cliff. Below, the dark ocean waited, waves crashing against the rocks.

“No!” Giselle screamed, struggling with all her might, but her body refused to obey. Then, with a final shove, Frank threw her over the edge.

The air rushed past her as she fell, cold and unforgiving. The icy water enveloped her, pulling her down, deeper and deeper. Giselle’s heart pounded as she fought to hold on, but her strength was fading fast.

As darkness crept in, she whispered one last prayer and accepted that this was the end.

Then, everything went black.