The Alpha and His Huntress (ON HOLD)

One

"Arrogance and stupidity kills a man faster than a bullet."

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Lilliana

Weird. That's the one thing to explain how I feel. The air was cold, but somehow it's warming up my chest where this fuzzy feeling is.

A hand reach out to my shoulder, making me jump in surprise. It was Wyatt. Only then had I realized that I was holding my breath for who knows how long.

“Hey, you alright?”

I blinked at him. “Yes, of course.” But in truth, I wasn't so sure of that. My own voice sounded foreign to my own ears. Perhaps it was the reality that I am finally here that's why I feel so... jumpy. This is certainly not how I thought my reaction would be. I used to think I'd jump up and down not feel... sentimental.

‘You i***t. You've got to ignore whatever it is.’ I told myself.

...

The car arrived, and we all hop on our designated car. I have my own car ready whenever, and everywhere I need it, a forest green Jeep. Wyatt followed, slipping on the shotgun seat beside me where he always is.

The drive was silent. Wyatt was on the verge of dozing off to sleep, something that happened every time we're on a mission. He swore he tries hard to keep himself awake but failed every single time. I shook my head as I felt a smile starts to form on my lips. That's just how he is. It's part of the reason he rarely drives because he could fall asleep as soon as the car started. I looked out the window, watching the trees blurred before my eyes.

I looked out the window where I could see almost everything in clarity with the moon at its fullness, lighting up the night unhindered by clouds. The mountains and the forest looked so peaceful, a picturesque sight as though no monsters hid beneath it.

The place was undeniably beautiful, it caused an odd feeling of belonging. If ever I had a house of my own, I would like to live in a place like this. I've always hated the city. It was too crowded, too noisy for my liking. Despite my job, I am a peace loving person but until I've found that something that will fill the void in my heart, I won't settle. The need to search for something has always been so strong. Ever since I was young, there was this unexplainable feeling to look for that something. I used to think it was the need to eradicate wicked werewolves that shouldn't have been there at all but now, I'm not so sure anymore.

After more than half an hour, we finally reached our destination. The cars were hidden with leaves and is parked a few meters away from the pack's perimeter. We used a special type of camouflage for our cars, so it won't reek with our scent. Werewolves can tell the difference between a typical human and a hunter. It was because of their supernatural senses that comes with their seemingly impossible existence.

As soon as everything's hidden, everyone starts to scatter away as was planned. We are to disperse as much as possible until we've surrounded the pack and take down patrols using an upgraded version of silencer that even the wolves with their superhuman hearing cannot hear.

Wyatt gently elbowed me on my side. “Don't get bitten.” The dimples on his cheeks showed as he smiled at me.

“You too.”

I'm very well-equipped. I have a gun on my hand equipped with a silencer and extra bullets around my waist and a dagger on my left thigh. It's all specially coated in silver.

I have one mission tonight, it's to kill the Alpha of the Zircoa Pack, James Ross. He is known for his brutal killings, torturing, and raping women not only humans but even his own kind. He's very abusive and, as the intel about him says, is very arrogant as well. Those kinds of Alpha make my blood boil. However, he is said to be strong and bigger than most Alpha. I guess, we'll just see.

We are still a few feet away from the Zircoa Pack's perimeter and I could already see the werewolves on patrol.

“Everyone, there's about 38 weres on patrol. Take them down silently and-” The mission's leader, Fred did not manage to finish his sentence when a loud gunshot echoed through the forest. “-s**t! Everyone plan B! I repeat plan B! I'm going to kill that f*****g i***t later!” He growled.

So much for the damned silencer. Idiots can make even the best of inventions fail and render it useless. I sigh. The words my commander had once told us during training ten years ago came to mind; “If you've been thrown a grenade, throw it back. You're going to die either way so why not try to at least save yourself even at the craziest way there is?”

A loud bell echoed just a few seconds later. They are very well aware of our presence now. I took off my earphone and started to scan the area. The werewolves on patrol started to look for us. In front of me is a pair of them, sniffing and alert. I remain unmoving in a crouch position, assured that they won't be able to sense me because I already masked my scent. Another practical inventions of my ancestors which was only improved by my generation by making it look like a perfume instead of the usual perennial herbs that you have to rub all over your body to be effective—that and the rain.

Without a second thought, I aimed at one of the werewolves and pulled the trigger as soon as it aligned with his head. His partner knew of my location as soon as the dead werewolf fell on the ground. I stood up, not trying to hide myself anymore. He stared back at me in shock, but before he could even fight back, I already pulled the trigger.

All hell broke loose.

More werewolves came out of nowhere. I alternated between using my gun and fist or both. As I advance further into the pack where chaos has already begun, dead werewolves are left on my wake. Women and children scampered to hide to who knows where, and I ignored them.

We, hunters, has a rule. It's to not kill those who cannot fight and that includes those women and children no matter the fact that they are werewolves. It was one of the things I was very strict about even to my subordinates. Not only that, but it was a way for them to change their ways. It was a risk in itself because they can turn on us anytime in the future, but I don't believe in harming those who hasn't harmed anyone yet.

Gunshots and werewolves' growls echoed through the forest. We are outnumbered, but we are skilled enough to finish them all. Blood is everywhere, and as expected the female werewolves and children are nowhere to be found. I scan the area around to look for the Alpha. And there he is, tearing off my comrades like a bulldozer. His upper body's that of his wolf but not fully because I could still see his human face beneath the thin gray fur covering his skin. He's using his claws to rip off the hunters stupid enough to aim directly at his face. I watch his every move. He is fast, and bigger than I had expected. He must have felt my stare because he stopped and looked at me. Recognition showed in his eyes and he smirked dangerously. To my surprise, he shifted completely and runs to the forest. Of course, I followed. It could be a trap, but I've no choice but to follow since my target is there.

I looked around, cautious of my surroundings. We're almost out of their border and I can't see him anywhere. The alpha was playing with me. I can do that.

“The Alpha Killer, Lilliana Walker.”

I turn around and saw him standing by a tree with an arm leaning on the tree. He watched me in a relax and casual manner but nothing about him looked the least bit casual. When he shifted earlier, his clothes are all teared apart, and he is standing there stark naked. I'm used to this by now, but I am extremely disgusted when I saw his member standing proud against his lower belly. Such a perverted animal. This is a first, that's for sure. Some werewolves I've encountered had tried to subdue me in such a manner but not of them succeeded nor lived to tell the story.

The arrogant alpha grinned like a Cheshire cat when he saw me looking at him. “Like what you're seeing? Don't worry, you'll have a taste later.”

The very thought of that made me feel nauseous, but I kept a straight face. “Hah. Dream on.”

He barked a laugh. “I'll make sure to take you to the dreamworld, baby.”

Before I could even blink, he pressed me against the tree with his hands on my neck. I gasp at the pain on my back. My gun flew somewhere, meaning my hands are bare right now. Damn he was fast.

“Ooh. Aren't you easy?” He mocked.

His grip on my neck wasn't that tight. Just enough to hold me against the tree. I couldn't move though because his whole body was pressed against my own. I could feel his member prodding against my stomach. I nearly gagged in disgust. Still, despite the situation, I kept my face neutral.

“It seems a good idea to do it here. What do you say?” He brings his face near me, sniffing me like the dog that he is. The perverted asshole even licked me in the neck. The nerve!

“Have you no mate?” I hissed. Aren't werewolves loyal to only one mate? I remember during our classes in hunting that they can only be sexually satisfied by their mates. They can't even reproduce to anyone but their mates. Does that not apply to this alpha?

He pulled back, looking at me with pure interest. Lust was clear in his bleary eyes. “Doesn't matter. I plan on adding you. You're a sight to see, and I doubt you'll bore me in bed, my little huntress.” He sounded excited, really.

When I felt his other hand touching me where he shouldn't, I lost it. I grab his prick so hard that he whimpered in pain and lost his hold on my neck, grab the knife on my thigh and shove it up his throat. I twisted the knife, causing some blood stain on me. He fell back, shaking a little and eventually dying.