All Chapters of The Assassin and Her Alpha Mates: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

We’d spent hours in the war room, finalizing the last details of the plan and adjusting the roster now that Aaron was sidelined.Zane turned to me. “What do you think about putting Summers in Aaron’s place?”“In terms of rank?” I clarified, and he nodded. “I’d hold off for now. He’s improved a lot, but I don’t think he’s hit his peak yet. Summers might be a stronger fighter, but leadership is a different skill. He needs more experience before we promote him.”Then an idea struck me. “What if we treat this mission as a trial run? First, ask him if he’s willing and ready. If he agrees, let him take charge while you stay back as a cadet—no stepping in unless absolutely necessary. Observe his decisions, note any mistakes, and use them later for training.”Zane and Jason considered the idea, clearly weighing the risks and benefits. Jason spoke first.“It’s a solid plan. We’ll get to see how he handles command in real-time, and you can intervene if things go sideways,” he said, glancing at

It’ll take me about two hours to reach the mansion, and I plan to arrive just before sunset. My mates and I had some sexy downtime before I geared up my motorcycle and hit the road. Halfway there, I stopped to refuel and grabbed snacks and water before continuing the uneventful ride.As I turn onto the road leading to the mansion, I glance around. Across the street, a thick stretch of woods offers the perfect spot to set up camp. I pull out my heat sensors and power them on, search and verify the coast is clear. According to Alexis, the spell runs on batteries—so when the devices are active, the witch-detecting sensor activates too. Even better, the sensor recharges the batteries as long as it’s running. Genius.Alright, let’s stash the bike and get settled, I tell Cece. Having her to talk to makes a world of difference—it’s not just me muttering to myself, and it keeps the loneliness at bay. I’ve come so far since before I met her and my mates. I can’t imagine life without them now.

Descending the tree in silence, I activated my sensors and phone, scanning the guards’ movements as I approached the wall. The area was clear. Retrieving the four devices from the earlier pup rescue, I secured them against the entry point.With the heat sensor in hand, I monitored patrol patterns, waiting for the precise gap in their rotations. I checked the windows—no observers.After minutes of calculated stillness, the moment arrived. The devices flared to life, and I stepped through. Inside, I repeated the process to retrieve the first set before stowing the second in my bag.Don’t want anyone stumbling across them, I relayed to Cece.Turning left, I targeted the guards patrolling the mansion’s rear. Concealed between the house and a bush, I readied my knives and waited.Footsteps approached. The guard paused, scanning the wall—then passed me. I moved. A pressure point strike immobilized him; a sharp twist snapped his neck. Dragging the body into hiding, I assessed sightlines from

“Mi alma, are you—” Luke’s words died in his throat as his gaze landed on my side. “Shit. Stay with me, Max. We’re getting you to the doc.”In one swift motion, he scooped me up and sprinted to the truck. After securing me inside, he doubled back for my bags, tossing them into the bed before sliding behind the wheel.“No, Luke—my bike,” I pleaded.Only when I threatened to climb out and retrieve it myself did he relent. I gave him directions, and he jogged off to collect it. Once it was loaded, we sped toward home.I dialed Alexis. She answered instantly. “Max, any updates?”“No. I think they were onto me. When I returned to my recon tree, they blew it up.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “She might know you’re coming. It might be a trap.”“Oh my God, are you okay? What should we do?” Her voice wavered slightly, a crack in her forced composure.“Turn back. If they knew I was watching the mansion, they might know about you too. I won’t risk your safety. We can regroup and strike later. S

A few days later, Doc finally released me. Zane still hadn’t come to see me since I’d kicked them all out.Doc was very clear about one thing—no sex until he gave the all-clear in a few weeks, once my muscles had fully healed. He didn’t say the word sex, of course, but the meaning was implied. He also insisted I rest, which was fine by me. Carrying twins wasn’t exactly easy.Not that he needed to stress it—my mates wouldn’t have let me lift a finger until these pups were born anyway. Dean proved that by carrying me all the way to the house.As we passed the Omegas, they bowed respectfully before we stepped inside, smiles on their faces.“No, I want to sit on the back porch,” I told Dean, but they weren’t listening.The guys just talked over me, arguing about where I should sleep. The shared room risked someone accidentally hurting me, but sleeping alone meant no one would be nearby if I needed help. Neither option satisfied them, so they started debating a rotation schedule.“Dean,” I