Chapter 1:The Last Mission
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Lwas pacing now, clawing at me, but I ignored her. This was a job, not a date.
Rowan's smirk widened. “Wanna get outta here and do something fun?” he asked.
“Don’t think I can wait,” I purred, nodding toward the back of the bar.
His eyes darkened, and he stood, grabbing my hand. “Follow me.”
Rowan led me through the crowd, past sticky tables and drunk patrons, to a narrow hallway behind the bar. A door marked STORAGE creaked open, revealing a cramped room with a sagging couch, a flickering bulb, and stacks of crates. The room smelled like dust and stale beer, but it was private enough to get the job done.
Immediately Rowan shut the door, his hands grabbed my waist. “You are so sexy,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear.
I smirked, pressing myself against him. “Shut up and kiss me.”
His mouth crashed into mine, hot and hungry. I kissed him back, my fingers tugging at his shirt and popping a button.
His hands slid up my dress, rough on my thighs, and I arched into him, my wolf purring despite my orders to stay quiet. The dagger on my thigh pressed against my skin, reminding me of my mission.
He fumbled with my dress straps, cursing softly, and I laughed, pulling them down myself. “Slow down, sweety,” I teased, but my voice was breathy.
“f**k, you’re killing me,” he growled, his lips finding my neck. His hands were everywhere, and I let him touch me. My body responded to his touch even as my mind remained sharp.
He pressed me against the couch, mouth trailing along my neck, sending hot breath against my skin. I played along, arching into him, keeping his attention fully on me.
Just as he started fumbling with his belt, I slipped a hand into my purse, pulled out a syringe, and administered a swift jab to the side of his neck.
Rowan groaned. “Wh—” But he never finished. His body jerked and then went limp within seconds, the sedative knocking him out cold. He went slack in my arms, collapsing on top of me.
I checked his pulse, it was dead. Now that he was unconscious I needed to get the job done and get the hell out of here as soon as possible. I was tugging my dress back into place when the door slammed open.
A man stood there, his frame filling the doorway, his aura was like a storm. Same dark hair, same golden eyes, same face as the lifeless man on the couch.
Twins? s**t! I had gone for the wrong guy.
“Who the hell are you?” he growled, stepping into the room. His voice was deeper than his twin's.
My wolf surged, screaming one word: Mate. I froze, my breath catching as his eyes locked on mine. He felt it too, the bond was raw and undeniable.
“Kael?” I whispered, my voice shaking as I realized that my target was my mate and that I had mistaken him for his twin brother.
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