The Alpha King's Assassin Queen

Paris It Is

Sofia

The tingles on my lips from kissing Malcolm lingered as I stepped through the portal. I found myself in the woods behind the packhouse. I wanted to find my aunt and have a little talk with her. I didn’t like her feeding information about me to that alpha. I dug into my dress and pulled out the velvet bag I had stuffed with potions. I found the one to disguise my identity and hiked towards the omega’s door.

I observed the omegas for a moment before dawning the face of a young one and sneaking back into the packhouse. I needed to find out where Aunt Opal was staying, so I listened quietly to the omegas.

“Annette, what are you doing?” An older omega yells at me in French

I jump slightly and look at her with my mouth open, “I am on break,” I reply. Thankful that Grandma taught me se