All Chapters of KISS ME BEFORE YOU KILL ME: The Assassin and the Hybrid heir: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The high-frequency whine didn't just hurt; it felt like someone was stir-frying my brain in a pan of hot grease.Ethan hit the floor first, his hands clamped over his ears, his face turning a sickly shade of purple. My own knees buckled, the iron collar around my neck vibrating so hard I thought it was going to shatter my collarbone. It wasn't just dampening my power anymore—it was screaming, a digital siren calling every hunter in a five-mile radius to our exact coordinates.“Marcus!” I screamed out.Marcus didn't flinch. He was already a shadow by the window, his red eyes narrowed to slits. He didn't look back at me, and for a split second, a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the frequency crawled up my spine. He was so still. So detached. Was he protecting me, or was he just guarding a piece of property he’d been conditioned to keep? I really didn’t get to know why he didn’t kill me if he was sent to do so.“Stay down,” Marcus commanded, his voice a low vibration that managed

The warehouse didn’t feel safe anymore, Not after what Ethan showed us.And definitely not after what I felt.I couldn’t sit still, so I didn’t, I paced Back and forth. My head was loud, my chest tight, that strange dark energy under my skin moving like it had somewhere to be and I was just in the way.Marcus watched me the whole time, but didn’t stop me, I guess he was scared.Didn’t try to control it.That alone told me he was worried.“Say it,” I snapped finally, stopping mid-step. “Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.”He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on me. “Your power is changing noah.“I figured that part out,” I responded.“No,” he said, pushing off the wall now, stepping closer. “Not growing. Changing. That’s different.”I folded my arms. “Okay, and?”“And it means the collar isn’t just suppressing you anymore,” he said. “It’s forcing your energy to adapt. Twisting it, and its getting darker.At what cost?” I asked quietly. Marcus didn’

Richard Vale stood in his glass office like the whole city belonged to him, because in his head it did. The walls behind him glowed with charts, stock lines, merger reports, acquisition numbers, all of it moving in clean little waves that usually made him feel untouchable. But tonight, nothing about him looked calm. his tie loosened, his phone still buzzing in his hand like it had personally offended him.Across from him, his wife stood shaking with rage,she was still very furious with what happened with NOAH.“You used him,” she said, her voice trembling so hard it almost cracked. “You used our baby boy.”Richard’s eyes narrowed. “Lower your voice.” Damn it.“Don’t you dare tell me what to do,” she snapped, stepping forward. “I know what you did now. I know what that collar is. I know why you kept him close. I know why every time I asked you about Noah, you looked at me like I was stupid, you knew how much i wanted a baby but you are so cruel knowing he isn’t human and you allow

Elara’s voice broke on the last word.“It’s you.”The room stopped breathing.I swear to God, even the cheap motel air felt frozen. My heart pounded so fast , my throat dry, and for a second, I couldn’t even move. I just stared at her, staring at me, like she was looking at a dead person standing up and pretending to still be alive.Marcus shifted beside me instantly, Not a lot, just enough.But I felt it.That sharp, protective, dangerous energy that always hit right before he did something reckless.“Elara,” he said, voice low, warning already sitting in it like a blade. “Back up.”She didn’t even look at him, Her eyes stayed on me.On my chest, On the mark.Her whole face had changed. The coldness, the attitude, the hard little edge she always wore like armor, all of it cracked right down the middle. I had never seen her look like that. Not even close. Like her body was still standing there but her mind had gone somewhere else entirely.“No,” she whispered again, and now it

The motel room felt too small for the three of us. Marcus stood in front of me, one hand near my throat, cleaning the collar burn with a focus that made his whole face go hard and serious. Marcus always looked dangerous, but when he got like this, steady and quiet, it did something ugly to my chest. I saw it in the way her jaw tightened as she watched us from the window. She had a gun in one hand, some silver thing I didn’t trust, and her whole body was tense like a wire about to snap. Outside, hunters shouted and moved with much intensity, boots pounding, glass crunching under them. “You always talk like you’re in charge.”“I am in charge right now,” he said. It was rough and musky, the same voice he used when he was one breath away from dragging me into bed and fucked me like crazy, just enough. “Then why are you standing there like a guard dog with a pretty boy problem?”My mouth almost twitched. “Elara,” I said, “could you maybe stop talking like we’re all in some toxic soap opera