All Chapters of The Assassin Alpha's Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ivana’s POV"You've got two hours and fifty-eight minutes to kill Alpha Alfonso. If another assassin reaches him first... don't bother coming home."He said the words calmly, no hint of threat detected behind his tone. That was what made the Director dangerous. He hardly ever yelled or threw lousy fits. He just stated facts, knowing that failure under his roof meant a body bag before sunrise.I didn't even drop my gaze. Three hours? They're really trying to make me earn my paycheck today."Understood," I said simply.There was no point in arguing. I reached out, snatched the black leather file off his desk, and turned on my heel. As my combat boots clicked against the polished floor toward the private elevator, I flipped open the folder, my eyes scanning the text at lightning speed, memorizing every single detail before the doors even slid open.Alpha Alfonso. Head of the northern mafia syndicate. He was making a rare public appearance tonight at the Grand Horizon Plaza. Security was

Ivana’s POVI couldn't tear my eyes away from the photograph.Fake. It had to be. A cheap Photoshop job, an AI render, or a heavily edited picture pulled from an archive before the safehouse fire four years ago. My brain frantically scrambled for every logical excuse to reject the paper sitting on the table. Then my thumb brushed over his left wrist in the picture, and my heart completely stopped.Twisted twice around his arm was a faded, frayed length of blue paracord—the ridiculous, uneven knot I had tied for him on his tenth birthday when he refused to stop crying after breaking his collarbone. And right above it, a thin, jagged white scar cut straight through his left eyebrow from the time he fell out of the old tree in our backyard.It was him.Luka was alive. Somebody had pulled him out of that burning house, erased his name, and kept him locked away in the dark while I spent four years bleeding for this organization just to numb the pain of losing him.Lucky for me, the tears

Ivana’s POVMy finger flexed against the trigger of the stolen handgun, my knuckle turning stark white under the red emergency lights.He was three feet away. No body armor over his chest, no security team blocking my angle, no defensive stance. I could punch a hole straight through his throat before his brain even registered the muzzle flash.He's going to kill me, my mind screamed. He brought a dozen men to corner me, and now he's closing the trap himself.Instead, Alfonso casually tilted his head toward the door and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible flick of his wrist."Out," he said, his voice flat and quiet. "All of you."The strike team leader blinked, his jaw dropping in disbelief. "Sir? She’s an elite operative, she’s armed, and she’s already taken down—""I won't ask a second time," Alfonso interrupted, not even bothering to glance back at the man.Without another word of protest, the twelve heavily armed guards snapped their rifles back to their shoulders, turned on their he

Ivana's POVThe glass doors of the agency’s central command hub slid open, and I stepped out into the main corridor, my boots clicking sharply against the polished floor. My whole body was practically vibrating with a toxic rage that burned straight through my veins. The chemical taste of the sleeping gas was still lingering in the back of my throat, but the taste of defeat was a hundred times worse.I kept my chin up, my face locked into a blank mask as I walked down the long hallway. Operatives, tech analysts, and low-level handlers were moving back and forth between offices, their voices creating a steady, low hum of background noise. A couple of junior agents I recognized from tactical training paused as I passed, their eyes darting to the tactical gear slung over my shoulder."Hey, Solokov," one of them called out, taking a half-step toward me with a look of cautious curiosity. "How’d the hit go? We heard the central feed got yanked offline right after the secondary breach."I di

Alfonso's POVI was standing in the center of my master suite, stark naked, casually drying my damp hair with a towel while on a hands-free satellite call with an arms supplier in Milan. It was midnight. God forbid a man enjoys two minutes of basic freedom in his own home without a crisis breaking out.I’d caught her scent—that sharp, intoxicating mix of fresh rain, cold steel, and gunpowder—the exact second her combat boots hit the top step of the grand staircase. She wasn't bothering to hide her approach. She was a possessed woman, and she wasn't even making any efforts to hide it. So when my doors were violently kicked open, slamming back against the interior wall with a deafening *CRACK*, I didn't even flinch. I didn't bother to reach for the gun on my nightstand, and I certainly didn't scramble to cover myself.Because why would I?I turned around slowly, the towel still resting on my shoulders, to face the intruder.Ivana stopped dead in her tracks on the threshold, her chest h