The Alphas Assassin (Book 1)

The Man Who Broke Her **

** Warning to readers - This has descriptions of domestic abuse and violence. You do not have to read, I can brief it up in other chapters **

Valkyrie woke with a sore neck, back and still wet clothes. Oh gods. What the f**k was I thinking?

She had thrown herself down on top of the bed last night in soaking clothes after sitting out in the rain and not even bothered to change, before she fell into a deep deep sleep. Arguably the best nights sleep in terms of hours she had gotten in a long time. Not even a battle roaring outside would have woken her. Risky really.

She'd managed to end up in a position half on half off the bed on her back, her legs dangling uselessly off the bed. Groaning, she hoisted herself up and cracked her back whilst looking out the curtains into the sky briefly. Definitely early, maybe 5 in the morning? She stripped off her red and gold attire, leaving them in a heap on the floor and sauntered to the bathroom in the hopes of getting a hot as hell shower. She needed to think straight and all she could think about, was soaking her already crinkling skin. Thankfully, someone had left some old soap in the shower. That would have to do.

After thoroughly subjecting her skin to near burning temperatures, she swiped the steam off the small mirror in the bathroom and looked over her tattoo. Although it was a horrid reminder, it was pretty f*****g cool. The scars and marks marring her arms, legs and stomach were mere reminders of where she has come from and her past. Although she hated the fact they made her look like the monster everyone thought she was, they were her history. You can't rewrite history.

Sighing, she dried off and walked back into her room, completely naked. Brazen, not ideal if she needed to fight.

Rifling through her bag. Black jeans and a plain white vest top or black armour? Well it is the meeting with the Alphas tomorrow and I could do with wearing that, got to keep appearances up in those kind of meetings... casual it is.

People will see the scars. f**k them. I am who I am. I'll just cut them anyways.

After changing and strapping her knives to her waist, thighs and hidden in her bodice, she took out the bag of money and identity documents and looked around for a place to hide them.

This place is old as hell. There has to be loose floor boards or something?

Looking around after a while, she came up short. Taking out enough cash to get some new clothes and some food, she decided to stash it under her bed at the very back and will think on it later.

Just as she walked out of the bedroom, a loud obnoxious booming came from the front door. I just BET that is Beta Chris. Doubt bet.

Sneaking up to the door just in case, she peeked through the little dusty curtains covering the window by the side of the door. Yep. Beta Chris.

Huffing, she flew open the door and glared at him. "What could you possibly want at this early hour. The damn birds haven't even started squawking yet".

"Good morning to you too assassin" Chris replied a blank look on his face, but you could tell he was irritated. The storm in his eyes and the tick in his jaw said as much.

"I have things to do today, so do be quick in explaining why you're at my door" Valkyrie drawled, a mask of pure boredom.

"Are you always this lovely in the morning? I came to tell you that the meeting has been arranged for tomorrow morning at 10am. I will be here 10 minutes before to escort you. Please make sure you're ready".

Saluting him in a mocking way, she locked her door and walked past him. She could hear him following closely. Stopping abruptly, she rounded on him.

"You have to be kidding me"

"Alpha's orders. Believe me, assassin, if I could get out of this I would. But, i've been ordered to follow you" I could see in his face, he was being truthful. Fair enough.

Valkyrie turned and walked down a pathway which led to a small cluster of moderately sized houses.

"Wait!" Beta Chris came jogging over and stopped infront of her. The sun was beginning to rise now, people exiting their homes.

"You're wearing normal clothes? I didn't even think that was possible for someone like you? and those scars... how?" He had an almost flabbergasted look on his face, as if he couldn't actually believe his eyes. Got to be honest, that hurt. Was I honestly such a monster that I couldn't wear normal clothes?

"f**k you. I may be an assassin. I may stride around with arrogance and a ' I don't give a s**t' attitude. But, I am still a woman. I am still a human" she spat at him with enough venom to kill a man and with that, she stomped past him, making sure to knock into him with her shoulder hard enough that if he were a weaker warrior, he'd have fell on his ass. Shame, that would have lightened her now sour mood.

Without stopping or even looking at him, she continued. She had no idea where she was going but she would just keep walking. She needed to burn some of this tension off. A Gym would be grand.

Her mind wandered to him. The arsehole who ruined her life. Her scars prominent on her back, peaking over her shoulders onto her collar bones, crawling over the vest top at the top of the back of her neck. They were like snakes slithering over her, constant reminders of her s**t past. She'd hunted for him, in the years since. But he was an assassin's acomplice, he knew how to disappear.

Jacob Traps. A man who she met when she was in the Assassins Guild. Jacob was her masters accomplice, his new trainee assassin. He'd been doing badly, and master decided to take him under his wing to help him progress. Jacob did not like how Valkyrie was besting him in everything. He HATED it. She didn't know that at the time though.

Over a long period of time, Jacob took it upon himself to get close to Valkyrie, woo her, if you will. She'd never had a relationship and although love and affection were beaten into us that they were weaknesses, she fell hard for him. She was 16 and she had big heart eyes for the sexy Jacob Traps who was 18. No one told her it was wrong, no one tried to stop them. After a year of solid dating, wooing, s*x it all took a fast downhill spiral. He even brought gifts and trophies from his missions. He began to hit her. Being hit was nothing new, it was daily in the training rooms but from him? It was like being stabbed over and over again. Every time his fists would connect with her, it was another stab wound to the heart. She never fought back, never raised a finger. She couldn't, she loved him. He'd do it when she did well in training. When she had successful missions. All would be performances to the other assassins, to the master. Proud. But when we retired for the day, is when it began. When he knew he had her wrapped around her finger, he began chaining her up and whipping her with iron tipped whips. He would degrade her, tell her she was worthless. That she would never make it in the world of assassins. It went on and on for months. The scars were to mar her so she could never forget the words he spat. The whipping would be spontaneous so she couldn't expect it and prepare. It wasn't until she turned 18 did she realise how totally wrong this was. Her love turned into fiery hatred, her heart a solid form of iron. She hated him. Master was training her to turn on him. "Kill him" he ordered her. It was another form of power trip for him. He used her experience to rid himself of s**t assassins. Turn us on eachother, but she was all too happy to obey.

Unfortunately, Jacobs found out through the rumour mill and fled. I never got that chance to get that revenge, that peace.

She turned towards the large mansion they call a pack house she could see towering over the rest of the village and headed that way. Got to be a gym in there. Distantly, she could hear Beta Chris following again, but he seemed to hold back further than he usually does.