Exposed After Six Failed Assassinations of the Alpha

When the pack solemnly gave me the order, I took it.

Stammer became the assassin of The Snicker Pack.

My target was Ronan.

The file said he was refined, cold, and composed.

But as I stood before this breathtakingly handsome yet clearly insane man, I couldn't help but question the accuracy of my partner's intel.

Help!

Can someone explain to him that I'm here to kill him, not confess my feelings?

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and deliberate as he whispered in my ear, "Did you just say your name is Stammer? When did you start liking me?"

No!

I tried again for the two hundredth time to explain: "I... I'm not... I'm not interested..."

Ronan's eyes lowered, his tone both surprised and touched, "Not interested? Could it be... love?"

"I-I..."

I nearly snarled, ready to snap back, "Love you, my ass!"

But before I could finish the words, Ronan interrupted with a smile that made my stomach twist:

"I LOVE YOU FOREVER?"

Ha.

I laughed.

It's true, when you're at a loss for words, sometimes you just laugh.

As I laughed, a single thought flashed in my mind.

"On a dark, windy night, the perfect time to kill."

I reached for my weapon-a glittering, oversized spoon I'd been hiding in my sleeve.

It was definitely going to be lethal.

Just as I was about to brandish it like the assassin I was,

"Ronan, who is this filthy woman? Why are you with her?"

I froze.

The unwelcome guest had arrived.

What a mess, what a glorious mess this was turning out to be.

Now.

Please, someone, mute the world. I need to process this betrayal.

My pack Alpha had given me three months to assassinate Ronan.

I thought that was more than enough time.

But no.

Two entire months just spent tailing him, waiting for the perfect moment, and now, finally, tonight, I had him alone.

It was supposed to be perfect.

God, it's all ruined.

I thought about taking them both out-killing them together.

But before I could make up my mind, Ronan suddenly grabbed my hand.

His eyes, dark with authority, turned cold as he spoke to the woman.

"Alice, stop following me."

Did you hear that?!

He told her to go!

"Leave! I beg you!"

Alice's eyes widened, her hands trembling as she pointed at me.

"Why? Why does she get to be with you?"

I rolled my eyes.

I was just an average assassin, nothing special.

But then, Ronan suddenly released my hand. He swiftly pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, aiming it straight at my face.

What the hell?

Had I been exposed?

Was this some kind of trap?

Instinctively, my professional assassin skills kicked in-I raised my hands in surrender, about to crouch down, when he calmly said to Alice, "Did you see that? You're ugly, she's beautiful."

Wait, what?

Ronan was a looks guy?

What a twist.

I awkwardly pretended to scratch my head, trying to act cool while my heart was doing backflips.

Damn it.

Mental note: Ronan, you're a dead man.

This mission wasn't going to happen tonight. I'd have to wait for another chance.

Just when I was wallowing in defeat, he suddenly draped his arm over my shoulders, saying with far too much familiarity, "Stammer, I accept your pursuit."

Who's pursuing you?!

Are you the ancient Greek god of self-confidence or something?

But.

Seeing Alice still clinging to him like a bad odor, I realized-this was the perfect opportunity.

"Well. if that's the case, can I. can I come over tonight?"

The next morning, I woke up in Ronan's five-hundred-square-foot bed, his scent still lingering in the air, and I immediately started planning my next move.

Poison.

Lunch was going to be my moment. I added a special ingredient to every dish.

But I didn't expect this-

"Why aren't you eating?"

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

Since I put the poison in, he hadn't touched his food, his smile never wavering.

Was I exposed?

Ronan, casually brushing a lock of hair from my face, cupped my cheek and said softly, "You eat first. I'll take whatever's left."

Wait, what?

What kind of weird preference was this?

I tried to steer the situation: "W-We can eat together..."

He awkwardly nodded.

Just when I thought things were safe, he suddenly called my name, "Stammer."

I looked up, confused: "Huh?"

And before I could say another word, a spoonful of giant wolfberry stew was shoved into my mouth.

I had no choice but to swallow.

Wait. what the hell?

Did I just let him feed me?!

He chuckled softly, his voice laced with amusement, "If you wanted me to feed you, you could've just asked."