Hitman Mate
AvaVicky
- LECTURAS 283
- Votos 7
- Partes 3
Three things shocked Alpha Heath Abram when he walked into a local restaurant.
1)He found his mate.
2)She's human.
3)She killed a man.
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As soon as the front door of the restaurant clicked open the most enticing scent filled his nostrils. Alpha Abram almost instantly knew what the alluring scent meant, his wolf chanted that very word as he inhaled the scent once more.
'Mate', his wolf chanted, getting louder with each syllable of the word.
He inhaled again, not detecting any hint of her being a werewolf, still, he was ecstatic as his eyes darted around the restaurant.
Within a minute the Alpha finally found her and goddess, she was gorgeous.
A waiter directed him, his Beta, and Delta to a table near her, her scent was putting his wolf on edge.
The only thing angering Alpha Heath was that there was an middle aged man, clearly too old for her, sitting opposite of his mate.
Near the middle of his meal, the Alpha's companions were informed of who the beauty was and were very surprised. There was another surprise soon awaiting the men as they kept a close eye on her.
She stood up and sighed deeply, looking at the blubbering man as he offered her large amounts of money. Alpha Heath couldn't help but notice her midnight black dress ride up, revealing a gun strap around her thigh.
To say he was astonished was an understatement as she plucked the glock19 from the strap and aimed it at the main across from her.
"Mr. Smith, please stop rambling. You were on the list, therefore you have death to face! Any last words?" She asked as the men that sat with the Alpha were too shocked to move or speak as she pulled the guns trigger, not even giving the man the advantage of last words.
She sat down at the table once again, finishing her meal as Mr. Smith bled out on the pristine marble floor of the restaurant.
She acted as if nothing happens, leaving Alpha Heath a disjointed mess.