The Alphas REJECTED Assassin

She Can't be My Sister!

Chapter 8 *Unknown POV*

 

“You may plainly perceive the traitor through his mask; he is well known every-where in his true colors; his rolling eyes and his honeyed tones impose only on those who do not know him. People are aware that this low-bred fellow, who deserves to be pilloried, has, by the dirtiest jobs, made his way in the world; and that the splendid position he has acquired makes merit repine and virtue blush. Yet whatever dishonourable epithets may be launched against him everywhere, nobody defends his wretched honour. Call him a rogue, an infamous wretch, a confounded scoundrel if you like, all the world will say “yea,” and no one contradicts you. But for all that, his bowing and scraping are welcome everywhere; he is received, smiled upon, and wriggles himself into all kinds of society; and, if any appointment is to be secured by intriguing, he will carry the day over a man of the greatest worth. Zounds! These are mortal stabs to me, to see vice parleyed with; and sometimes times I feel suddenly inclined to fly into a wilderness far from the approach of men.” 
― Molière, the Misanthrope

 

          Sometimes I wonder why we make treaties with people who always change their mind.at the last minute. After the stage attack I was hoping to sink my teeth in the most feared assassin in America because she and her marry band of hunters killed my wife and son. Since this bitch was the queen mate I will settle upon hurting her or killing someone close to her. For the past few days Satan has had me follow Cecile’s every move after the attack because some of his most fear demons were killed by an assassin which was our leaders’ beloved. On my way to report back to Satan I caught a whiff of Cécile running away from someone but my curiosity got the best of me. I ran after her and watched from a distance when she was tackled by the assassin. I moved closer to the clearing of the woods to hear their conversation.

“I don’t have any feeling for Laure. The moment you changed me my feeling for you were surfacing and I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I already went through breaking the bond once with my first mate and I can’t afford go through it again especially since I have my daughter to think about,” Nikolai said.

“The Kiss?” Cécile asked.

            “Laure kissed me and I didn’t kiss her back,” Nikolai stated. I watched them as they shared a kissed and it made my blood boil; Cécile was supposed to come back to the castle and debrief her parents on the situation instead of playing games with her mate. I feel somehow connected to Nikolai and it started to piss me off the way Cécile was man handling her. I must be low on blood to feel a connection to the killer of my family. I knew for a fact that Cécile was going to mate with her tonight and it bad enough that her ex continuously comes into the picture; however that’s why Cécile never has a steady relationship.   I left two horny females in the clearing while I reported back to Satan. I can’t believe we have a traitor that leading us into a war that we cannot win unless Cécile convinces Nikolai to train us. As soon as I was in the underworld I knew Satan felt my presence; I walk through the caves that lead to Satan throne. I hate being the errand boy just because I don’t fit in any of the supernatural ranking. I’m neither a demon nor a vampire; I am one of the unknown. My mother always told me that I had a sister that needed me because my mother was afraid to tell my father what she truly was and still to this day she can’t even tell me what I am because it would put me in immediate danger.

            For the last 18 years I’ve been searching high and low for my sister without my mother’s knowledge because she has isolated herself from the world for 8 years always muttering I should have never left him. Sometimes I listen to my mother and come up with scenarios for her odd behavior but the only thing that comes to my mind is that my father died with my sister, but I feel my sister is still out there somewhere. I kneeled in front of Satan awaiting his permission for me to speak; I looked up to see him staring at me awaiting the news.