The Alpha's spy and her lovers

chapter 5- Azazel

Astrid Lila's Point of View:

A throbbing headache woke me up. As my eyelids parted open, the scorching sun shone into my eyes like a thousand needles, and I quickly closed them out of fear that I would go blind.

“Good morning, sunshine. How was your night?” Jack's cold voice immediately peeled my eyes open again, and I blinked in surprise.

What happened?” I croaked, pressing a palm to my temple.

Jack folded his arms, and his brows furrowed.

“That's exactly what I'd like to know, Miss. On the first day of our mission, you got drunk at a bar, putting all our hard work in near jeopardy,” he said in a tone that sounded more like leader Jessica.

“So I did get drunk yesterday; it wasn't my imagination,” I murmured, and Jack stared at me, probably wondering what got into me.

“You should've known better, Lila,” Jack suddenly said, and I squinted my eyes in a confused state.

“What do you mean?”

Jack's face only hardened the more.

“Your drink was spiked, Astrid.”

“What!? How's that possible?” I said, recalling the bartender's look before he served me the drinks.

'Damn it.’ I swore.

So that's it; he sold me out. Probably thought I'd make good meat for those filthy, s*x-starved bastards.

“And now, thanks to you, we've got unwanted attention.” Jack continued. “You're lucky I was the one who picked you up at the bar. The manager said a cloaked man saved you before you hit the ground. God knows what you have told them in your drunken state,” he said.

My eyes widened, and I remembered I told the men I was an agent. “f**k,” I cursed, attracting Jack's attention.

“Do you remember anything?”

I shook my head. “It’s nothing,” I lied.

I couldn't tell Jack the truth; if he knew about what I told the men, he would inform the agency, and I would be in a much worse condition.

He stared at me suspiciously before turning to leave.

“Get dressed and meet me in the work lounge. And try to keep your act together this time,” he said, stopping in front of the door to face me. “Don't forget to wear something short. The target doesn't like baggy jeans,” he reminded me, and I scoffed.

“Since when do you give orders? This is my case, and I lead,” I said to him, and he bowed in mocking response.

“Understood, ma'am,” he replied and stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

I looked at the door as if waiting for him to come back. When no one entered, I let out the scream I had been holding in.

“For f**k’s sake, Astrid!”

I heard my wolf scoff, and it irritated me further.

“Why didn't you help yesterday? We were in the face of danger!” I asked Lola, and she hissed.

“Have you forgotten my condition?” She asked, unfazed. “Also, I couldn’t sense any real danger. And if that cloaked man had tried anything funny, then I would've put him down myself,” Lola explained to me.

“What do you mean by ‘no real danger'? Did you see his face?” I asked her curiously.

“No. But I sensed his aura and pheromones. Whoever he is, he is not Azazel. I am sure about that,” she informed me.

That didn't make me feel any better. Because whoever he was, he now knows who I am.

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After taking my bath, I slid into a short pink gown and applied makeup with the help of a tutorial video.

“This is so uncomfortable,” I groaned as I tried to pull the gown further down. “How long do I have to dress like this?”

My wolf snickered, probably enjoying watching me squirm.

There was a knock on the door, and I checked myself in the mirror before opening the door.

A middle-aged woman stood there with a stiff posture, her eyes lingering on the gown I wore. “Miss Lila?”

“Yes?” I replied, feeling uncomfortable.

“Hmm, here,” she said, handing me a folded note. “A man paid me to give you this. Also, I am the manager of this hotel, and new staff are supposed to report to me after a week. Come to my office later; we need to talk,” the lady said, eyeing my body as she left.

“p*****t,” Lola muttered.

I laughed at the idea that a woman found me attractive.

Whenever I dress as a stud (tomboy), I receive quite some attention from both genders. I didn't expect to receive the same attention while dressed in a girly gown.

I opened the letter, and my expression dropped.

“No need to panic; your secret is safe with me. Be careful in Azazel's life; he is a green snake in green grass, always ready to strike when you least expect it.

I am always rooting for you.

Your friend in the shadows, ......”

‘Friend, or stalker?’ I reasoned.

Either way, someone already knows who I am.

“I'm doomed, aren't I?” I asked Lola.

“You like to attract trouble, don't you?” Lola replied with a grimace.

There was another knock on the door. This time, it was Jack. I quickly hid the letter and pretended to fix my hair.

“Time to go, Miss Astrid,” Jack said, suddenly acting respectful and professional.

I rolled my eyes and put on a facade. “Is my hair beautiful? Can it capture the attention of a stoic man?” I asked Jack, and his cheeks turned red. I guess it meant I looked awkward.

“You look…fine.” He said sharply, clearing his throat. “Time to go.”

I chuckled. “Sure, boy. Let's go and catch a criminal.”

Our first destination was the staff's settling quarters. I was given the role of a bartender, while Jack was a server.

The first day went smoothly. No unnecessary drama, though I caught more attention than I wanted.

The second day was a lot harder. My beauty attracted a lot of attention, and the other bartenders started to get jealous of me.

The next morning, Jack and I decided to exchange spots; he was bartending while I served.

The hotel bar was a little crowded that day, and there were a few new faces.

I pushed myself through the crowd to meet up with numerous orders that had no relation to my life.

I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, and in a minute of distraction, I crashed into Samuel, one of the bartenders who envied me, and he angrily pushed me away.

“Hey—”

I stumbled backwards, straight into another muscular chest. A bottle of wine landed on the floor, shattering into thousands of thin pieces.

‘Goddamnit’ I cursed.

I turned to look at the person I had bumped into. The man looked at me with ruthless dark eyes. A deep frown was on his face, and he looked furious.

The hotel bar became quiet, and everyone looked at me with pity.

But I stood unmoved.

“Nicholas, what is going on?” A husky voice echoed through the bar, and I froze.

That voice…cold, dangerous, and commanding, strucked something deep in my memory.

Jack stiffened behind the counter, and Samuel went pale.

The man with the dark eyes turned slightly, allowing me a glimpse of his face in the light. And my breath caught.

It couldn't be..

“Azazel...” I whispered.