Novel & Cerita The Assassin's Alpha Kings

An Omega rushed in looking disoriented. Emma scowled at the woman. "This is a facility. You can’t just run in here that way. What if you had hurt him?" "Apologies. We have an urgent issue that needs your presence." "Speak." "We want you back at the palace," the Omega said. "The Alpha King has just suffered an attack." ...

He took a deep breath and turned to see five masked men in black silk uniforms standing right in front of them. Zayn's heart missed a beat recognizing the uniform they were wearing. "The Assassin Wolves" slipped from his lips even before he could think of stopping himself. 'The Assassin Wolves' was a notorious group in the west that kings of many kingdoms had tried to eradicate from existence but somehow the name rises again. It was a group of powerful werewolves, all members are alphas, who get paid handsomely to assassinate politicians and royal leaders. No one ever escaped an attack from them. Not even the king of a kingdom that was rich in beverages years ago, King Nathan.

Heavy. Dominant. Lethal. Aria didn’t have to turn to know. But she did anyway. And there he was. Not the man from the balcony. Not the one who had almost broken in front of her. This was something else entirely. The Alpha King. Unrestrained. His eyes burned—not just with anger—but something far darker. Something merciless. “You shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.” His voice wasn’t loud. But it carried. Like death. The assassin coughed, blood spilling from their lips—but they were still smiling.

Why would he even make someone else Alpha in his stead? “That’s not all,” Tatiana replies sharply, “you are to make him Alpha because the king has a mission for you, Alpha Tatum. Once you relinquish your title, you must prepare. The king wants you to assassinate Alpha Leo Graven of the Forest Moon Pack, he has rebelled and we believe he’s also an enemy of yours. It makes you the perfect man for the job.”

he said, voice steady, “the alpha is dangerous, but he is not invincible. We will find the opening. We will wait, we will watch, and when the moment comes, we will act without hesitation. Nothing will stop us from completing our mission. We survive, we wait, and we strike. That is all that matters.” With that, the assassins settled into their preparations, silent and vigilant. The city moved around them, unaware of the threat that lingered, but the assassins remained focused, united in purpose, and ready for the moment when they would return to claim what they had been sent to accomplish. Their presence was unseen, their planning meticulous, and their intent absolute. They would find another

"You will not leave this hall alive." The assassins, led by Reuben and Abel, moved swiftly to protect the three kings and their families. But we were ready. Dean, Alec, Jared, and the other alphas shifted, their bodies contorted and growing as they assumed wolf forms. Their snarls filled the room, a symphony of impending doom.

“Eva?” “Yeah,” I snap. “You know—the executioner?” Silence. Long, painful silence. His eyes narrow. “What did you say?” I blink. “You deaf now too? Eva. Executioner. Black eyes, sword taller than she is. Kingsmate. That one.” The mage doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. “You mean to tell me,” he growls, voice barely human, “that the Alpha King’s mate is an executioner?” “Uh… yeah?” I say, shrugging. “Thought you knew. Honestly, I assumed that’s why you wanted her dead so badly.”

"All accept ksei, Noah Silverton as their King?" Noah knew he could be challenged for the throne any moment. Then he would have to fight and kill, only to land back at the dais, in front of the Elders of Vermiculo Pack. A pack Noah would be made Alpha of a day after. The coronation before the marking demonstrated that he was to be a King before an Alpha. And challenging the strongest werewolf on land would be folly, yet there was a moment of silence for anyone to arise one.

“They take the food out of their own people’s mouths. Everyone knows they’re tyrants. That's where you come in with your rogue-hunting skills. They're having a problem with the Olympic Howlers. I’ve persuaded Arnald to send you to their court to help them hunt down Rollo Seabrook and his ragtag band.” A chill shoots down my back. “But in reality … I’ll be hunting down these kings for you?” What he’s talking about is assassinating Alphas. And the most powerful Alphas around. Killing any Alpha is a suicide mission. “That’s an act of war, Dad. Do you want to start a pack war?”

" You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?" Ashley fought to withdraw the hand from her neck but couldn't. She was no match for the alpha. However, her survival instinct kicked in, she tried kicking him at his dick but Frederick eluded her leg and constricted his hand on her neck more. Ashley toiled to breathe. She kicked, and fought, but nothing seemed to be working. She wanted to try one more skill which would work but doing it here would do nothing but convince Frederick more that she was an assassin therefore exposing her secrets and motives.