The Alpha’s Assassin Mate

EDGE I stretched my arms above my head, counting down the minutes until we had to get to work. Tonight’s job should be simple. A werewolf killed the wrong person’s family, and it just so happens that the wronged individual has the financial means to hire us to deal with the problem on their behalf. We expected that I’d be able to take the target out from a distance, nice and tidy. Edith, my lover of hand-to-hand combat, would be in the shadows in case I needed backup, and Clara, our tech whizz, would be keeping us under the cover of darkness. Our intel said their compound used an old school security system, so getting around it would be a breeze for Clara. We don’t come cheap these days, our success rates are just too high for that. Edith and I have been in the business for more than 150 years, and during that time, we’ve built up a reputation in supernatural circles. Add Clara to the mix, and you’ve got an unstoppable force of nature. Tonight’s job was just like any other. Clara had done her research. We knew where the target would be at what time, and we could simply take him out without getting our hands dirty before calling it a night. Once the job is done and dusted and success has been confirmed, we would hit the bar. It had been an exceptionally busy week, and we could all do with the chance to unwind over a cocktail or two. Or ten… The clock struck 9pm, and it was time. The compound this particular pack lived in was in the bottom of a valley. The pack was a small one, only two hundred or so members, and the individual we were looking for was the delta. His loss would be noticed, and quickly, but Clara’s intel said he would likely be on his own, closing up the bar. I reached the point we’d identified would give me the best possible view into the bar, stashing my bike and helmet in the trees. “Edge, in position,” I said over the radio, my voice low. “Point Blank, in position,” Edith replied. “Smarts, ready to roll.” Clara’s voice was almost singing. She was enjoying this one. “Have we got eyes on the target?” I worked as I spoke, opening the case I kept the rifle in, attaching the silencer and adjusting the scope. “As expected, Edge,” Clara was still singing. “He’s currently in the stockroom. We’ve probably got a few minutes until he’s wrapped up downstairs.” “Good luck all,” I replied. “Let’s do this thing.” I sank to the ground, the rifle set up and ready to go. I focused in on the bar, waiting for the target to get his backside out of the basement. “How are we doing, Smarts?” “Still in the basement, Edge. Two employees in the back room.” There was a pause before she continued. “Point Blank, there’s a patrol heading up towards the bar, north side, two people.” “Wolves?” “I assume so, Point Blank.” “Point Blank, please try to keep this above board. I’d rather not attract too much attention, I would like to get to the bar sometime tonight.” Edith laughed over the radio. “You want to get laid, you mean.” Edith and Clara just sniggered at my expense. I may have mentioned that I wanted to break my dry spell, but they didn’t need to bring it up quite as much as they do. “Okay you two, settle down and focus, or neither of you will be getting a cut of the bonus on this job.” “Yes boss,” they said in tandem. The target came up the stairs, and the bullet went straight through the glass of the window and hit its mark exactly where I wanted it to. “Nicely done, Edge,” Clara called out. “Confirmed, Edge,” Edith called out over the radio. “We got him.” Clara cheered and whooped down the radio before suddenly falling silent again. “Edge, you’ve got company, movement in the trees at your six.” I turned, my eyes scanning the trees behind me. “Point Blank, let’s get out of here whilst we’re still ahead.” I put my helmet back on, threw my leg over the bike, and headed back off into the night. Success meant it was time to celebrate. It had been a long week. In seven days, we had fifteen individual jobs, and one of those jobs was an absolute clusterfuck involving a group of six faeries. Our bank balance was loving life. All that meant it was midnight by the time we reached the bar. I was wearing a short, bright red skater dress with an open back that somehow still perfectly hid the handgun tucked into my waistband, with my favourite Louboutin heels. My blonde hair fell in delicate curls, and I was wearing just enough makeup to make my green eyes pop. I knew I looked great. So did Edith and Clara. Edith had gone for a black dress with a slit up the side, with blue heels that matched the colour of her eyes. If she moved in just the right way, you’d see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. You could also see the gun in its holster on her thigh, but that was something for me to kick her backside about later. In typical Clara style, she’d picked out an over the top dress that hung delicately around her small frame, enhancing the definition in her waist and hips. This dress sparkled as she moved, reflecting the colours of the world around her. But unlike Edith, Clara could conceal a gun properly. We were all looking forward to a nice evening without too much stress. All three of us would need to feed at some point overnight, but for now, we could chill over good cocktails. The bar was heaving. The dance floor was a delectable tangle of bodies dancing and grinding together. Hot, sweaty, sexy bodies. I drew my eyes across the dance floor, looking for anyone that might catch my fancy. I knew I needed to feed, it was better still if I could settle other urges at the same time. Edith’s eyes met mine with a smirk. She knew exactly what I was looking for. It had been too long; my dry spell was starting to stress me out. I was tense, really tense. “Emeline. You’re not working tonight. Take a chill pill.” I rolled my eyes at Edith’s comment, looking back out across the dance floor, trying to calm my breathing, to relax. “No one here is trying to kill you or us, Em. Be normal.” I scowled at Edith. The very nature of our business meant I was always on edge, but that wasn’t the reason for my codename. Edith waved a waiter over, whispering in his ear. If we were human, it would have been private. But we aren’t, so I heard every single word as she asked the poor guy to bring us six vodka shots… each. “You will relax, Edge!” Edith shouted across the table at me, a smirk playing around her face. “We’re celebrating a job well done, boss. Take a moment to savour it,” Clara added. She was dancing in her seat. The massive tray of shots came back in record time, and the three of us sunk them one after the other. Benefit of being a vampire… alcohol didn’t have the same effect as if you were human, you’d only truly feel it if you just carried on drinking. As soon as you stopped, your metabolism would do its thing. Once I’d had my shots, I gave the two of them a smile, before heading towards the bar to get another cocktail. Whilst I was waiting for my drink, someone sank down into the barstool on my left. This mystery man smelled amazing. He was most likely human, yes, but something about him screamed “eat me, eat me!”. He leaned over to my ear, his voice just a whisper. “You’re something else. And I love your dress.” I turned to face him, my eyes taking in every inch of his delectable body. I gave him a cheeky smile as my eyes met his.