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TO KILL AN ALPHA

TO KILL AN ALPHA

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An alpha marked for death. A deadly assassin with nothing left to lose. Indira has spent years hunting dangerous werewolves as a skilled assassin. But this mission is personal-she's determined to find out what happened to her missing niece, Mira. When the ruthless Winona witch coven hires her to infiltrate the Skylaris wolf pack and kill its new alpha, Kalix Moore, Indira, more than glad to do so, senses a lead. Killing Kalix might finally get her the answers she needs. Kalix, a reluctant leader struggling to unite a divided pack, knows an enemy when he sees one. When Indira falls into his trap, he realizes she's no ordinary opponent. But with his own people turning against him and Indira's coven marking her for death, they'll have to trust each other to survive. Will they risk their lives-and their hearts-to uncover the truth?

Chapter 1 1

Indira's POV

"Nervous?"

I snapped my head to Gretchen as her fingers brushed my hair back. The forest around us was thick with shadow, the members of the coven encircling us like vultures. Twenty one witches of them.

"Nervous?" I scoffed as I slapped her hand away. "I'm prepared."

This was a job-a deadly one, but I'd handled worse. I had taken down rogue werewolves just a few weeks back, tearing through them like they were nothing. Gretchen knew my reputation, and that was why she'd hired me as their mercenary.

Sure, money was part of it, but this job was personal. The Skylaris Pack held the answers to the mystery of my niece, Mira, who disappeared in their territory five years ago. I wasn't walking out of here without them-dead or alive, even if I had to claw it out of every last one of them.

Gretchen chuckled, casting a glance over her shoulder at the others. "You look like you're marching to your funeral, dear."

I shot her a glare. "I'm about to be sacrificed to a murderous pack of wolves. Or did you forget the plan?" Disguised as a witch in one of their rituals, I would be the lure, draw them in close, find Mira, and take down their alpha. Easy. Dangerous. And the only chance I had.

Her smile faltered as her gaze shifted toward the dark trees. "Their alpha now is Kalix Moore. You'll recognize him."

"How?"

"Trust me. You'll know."

That wasn't what snagged my attention, though. "New alpha?" I asked. "What happened to the old one?"

"Dead," she replied, voice low. "Kalix took over from his father-just as ruthless, just as hungry for power."

I clenched my jaw. Stories about Kalix's father-about the way he tore through his enemies-had been enough to fuel my anger for years. His son being like him meant this was no different. I'd dealt with worse, but this time, I had everything to lose.

I narrowed my eyes. "What's the backup if the wolves turn on us?"

"Once Kalix is dead, another will take his place. But... we have contingencies."

A cold gust slashed through the trees, biting through my skin. No layers, no jacket, which had made it too easy to hide my weapons.

A twig snapped somewhere in the darkness, and every head turned sharply. My pulse spiked.

"They're here," Gretchen whispered, her pale face under the moonlight. "Ready?"

I nodded, as I fought to steady my breath, the air thick with anticipation, or maybe magic. Hard to tell.

The coven parted, creating a path. Then, through the trees, the wolves emerged. Their massive forms glided into the moonlight, their yellow eyes glowing like beacons. At least twenty of them, all unnaturally large-werewolves, the Skylaris Pack.

Three humans stepped forward. The one on the left looked young, almost boyish, but his stance screamed danger-no fear, just readiness.

My fingers twitched. I could feel the cold of my dagger against my skin.

The wolf on the left was pure muscle, wild. His hair tangled with leaves and twigs, his chest bare and his presence powerful. I thought for a second it was Kalix-but then I saw him.

Kalix.

He was a force, standing six-five of solid muscle. His dark hair streaked with hazel, his jaw sharp, his eyes cold and assessing. He locked onto me, his gaze shifting-not with hunger or interest-but with disappointment.

I clenched my fists. Was I not good enough for him? Screw his arrogance. Taking him down would be a pleasure.

The witches closed in around me, and Gretchen's hand pressed against my back, nudging me forward. Kalix moved toward me, his gaze sliding over me. Damn him-he was too good-looking, and I hated how his presence made my skin crawl. I forced myself to look small, weak. A willing prey.

Gretchen's voice cut through the tension. "We offer one of our own and a piece of our magic in exchange for peace."

I softened my posture, folding my hands behind my back, trying to look helpless. The pack would smell any defiance a mile away. And I wasn't about to throw away my only shot by making them think I was a threat.

My stomach twisted.

Patience, I reminded myself.

If I struck now, the pack would tear me apart in seconds. Gretchen's assurances of protection were hollow promises.

I thought of Mira again, her face flashing in my mind. My heart burned with rage as I imagined Kalix's body lying at my feet. But then, in the quiet of my mind, I felt something else-his power, his strength. Damn it.

"Our sacrifice tonight has offered herself willingly and accepts the responsibility of this honored position," Gretchen announced, pulling me back. "She accepts her responsibility and will serve the Skylaris Pack in any way she can."

Serve.

The word sliced through me, sharp and venomous, conjuring images too raw, too close to the surface. I forced them back, blocking out the torrent of memories, of things I refused to face. I was here to kill Kalix, not to get lost in whatever this twisted connection was. Nothing more.

My niece's face flashed before me, and I pushed everything else aside. I'd kill Kalix, get my answers, and bring Mira back.

The witches closed in behind me, pressing hands against my back and nudging me forward. I stumbled, catching my footing just as Kalix stepped away from his wolves. Now, it was just the two of us in the center of the clearing, squared off, with witches on my left and wolves on my right. The air buzzed with anticipation.

The witches closed in behind me, their hands pressing against my back, guiding me forward. I stumbled, catching myself just as Kalix stepped away from his wolves. The clearing had cleared-just the two of us now, a tight ring of witches at my left, wolves at my right. The air crackled, thick with tension.

"Do you accept this sacrifice, Alpha Moore?" Gretchen's voice cut through the silence like a blade.

I lifted my chin, locking eyes with Kalix, forcing myself to stand firm. His gaze was like steel, cold and unwavering, but I met it with my own, defiant. No fear. Not a single ounce.

But something in the air shifted, something familiar yet foreign. The tension between us felt charged with something deeper. A whisper of recognition? I shook it off. That wasn't important.

"Do you?" Gretchen snapped, her impatience growing, but Kalix didn't answer.

A heavy silence blanketed the clearing but his eyes didn't leave mine. I could almost feel his thoughts scraping against mine, like claws, but I didn't let it affect me. My fingers twitched.

Then, out of nowhere, a howl shattered the night, followed by more, rising in a chorus of vicious cries that seemed to cut through the very air. My heart skipped. I should move, should grab my dagger, make it quick, make it clean. Run. But something rooted me to the spot.

It wasn't fear. It was... him.

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