All Chapters of Assassinate My Alpha Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clara’s POVI wake to golden sunlight filtering through my eyelids, feeling more rested than I have in my entire life.I yawn and stretch lazily, sitting up to take in the luxurious bedroom. Yesterday was a blur of exhaustion. Thankfully, Liam didn't pressure me for answers before letting me collapse into these pillows.As my eyes sweep over the velvet drapes and polished wood, I believe that I don't need to look over my shoulder anymore. This isn't a room for an Omega maid. This belongs to a—“Princess,” Marigold’s voice whispers softly in my mind. “You’re the Princess of the Scarlet Pack, remember?”“Yeah,” I whisper back. “I remember.”I step out of bed and walk into the hallway as though in a daze, still in my pajamas. I’m barely two steps down the hall before a tall-slender girl rushes toward me, dressed in a maid’s uniform. “Princess!” she says excitedly, sweeping into a low curtsy. I find myself blushing at the unexpected formality. “My name is Jane,” she says warmly. “I’ve be

Damien’s POV“Elder Claude is awake!” I nearly drop the stack of paperwork I’m flipping through when a guard bursts into my office. My heart stills at the words, a cold sense of numbness washing over me. Elder Claude is awake. Which means…Which means I can finally ask him what really happened that day. I mind-link James in an instant. ‘Elder Claude is awake. Meet me at the hospital now.’And with that, I start to run. It’s been nine months since everything that happened with Clara, with Elder Claude, with the trial, and the exile…It’s awful. I knew Clara for less than a week, and yet thoughts of her consume my every waking moment. She’s like a bruise, one I can’t help but press on over and over again. By the time I get to the hospital, Rachel is already tending to him, crouched by his side and checking his pulse. James greets me with a solemn nod.“How is he?” I demand, my voice sounding like gravel.Rachel hesitates. “Damien, he’s alright.” My gaze drops to Elder Claude. His

Clara’s POVDressed in black, I slip through the forest unseen, like a ghost. The northern border of Moonstone Pack looms before me, and a thrill runs through me. I’m going to save my daughter. I’m going to make this right. I’ve injected myself with a scent suppressant Liam gave me so Damien wouldn’t be able to identify me, and I’m wearing green contact lenses to hide my one gold eye. I’ve forged scars on my face as well, doing as much as I can to erase any familiar trace of me.The Moonstone pack was my home for years, and I’ve been working in this palace for as long as I can remember. The closer I get to Damien, the more I risk being found. I approach the border gates and do my best to slip inside, breaths shallow and quick as I coast on the adrenaline from this heist. I can do this. I can make it work. I look ahead and see a pair of guards stationed ahead, but they seem pretty idle, hardly on the lookout for anything suspicious. I narrow my eyes. This shouldn’t be hard. I jus

Rachel’s POV‘What do you need Damien for?’James’ voice is reluctant over the mind link, trepidation curling around the edges. I figure I might as well let him know what I’m doing. It’s all going to come to fruition soon, after all. ‘I’m going to seduce him,’ I tell him bluntly. ‘I’ve waited long enough. It’s time something starts happening.’ I can feel James’ hesitation over the link. He knows I’ve been in love with Damien for years, though he’s never quite approved. ‘Be… patient,’ he suggests. ‘Are you sure now is the best time? Considering… everything?’I scowl fiercely. ‘I’m done with patience,’ I tell him coldly. ‘There’s no reason for me to wait any longer. Even Elder Claude approves of me. Now tell me where he is!’‘Fine,’ James mutters. ‘He’s in his office right now. But you know he hates being interrupted–’Already annoyed, I cut the mind-link off in an instant, marching straight for Damien’s office. I adjust my dress on the way over, lowering the neckline and raising th

Clara’s POVI tremble as I carry breakfast toward Damien’s bedroom, though I’m not sure if it’s from fear or anticipation.Before knocking, I’d triple-checked my disguise and I know–I know I’m unrecognizable. I have to be. Still, the anxiety gnaws at me, and I nearly drop the platter of food as I knock on the door. “Breakfast!” I trill, waiting for the invitation. Damien’s voice floats through the door, smooth and intoxication, and I freeze in place. “Come in!” He says. “Your breakfast, Alpha…,” I begin as I step into the room. But whenI lock eyes with Damien, the words die in my throat. Oh, Moon Goddess above, he’s shirtless. I try to refocus my gaze away from those impossibly toned abs, but Damien’s endless hazel eyes aren’t much better. Something strange flickers in his expression, and then he runs a hand through his hair and I can’t help but track the movement and–“Where’s my usual maid?” He asks, looking me up and down carefully. I swallow nervously. “She–she’s being rea