The Beta’s Killer Bride

One, two, three… “What are you doing?” I heard a scream. “They are surrounding us!” Four, five, maybe six… “f**k! Steven, help me out!” Seven and eight, one behind the tree with a gun. Clever. “Damn it, we are out of ammunition!” Another person said. “What? It can’t be,” the first one sounded worried. I opened my eyes and cracked my neck. It was time for some fun. I could see everyone trying to find their weapons, but of course, they didn’t bring enough to survive. Stupid. At least I was with them; otherwise, they would be dead. I stood up and cleaned my pants. They were all dusty from the debris. We were in the middle of an abandoned house falling to pieces. It was a terrible place to hide; it was in plain sight, and of course, it would be the first place they would come to look for us. I told them that, but they didn’t listen. I am a 5ft girl for them, and on top of that I am not light skinned like them. I can’t consider myself black, it seems I’m a mix because I have light brown skin, black curly hair that reaches my shoulders, but when I straighten it goes past my but (freaking shrinkage), light brown eyes and curves to die for. I am pretty, but of course, these assholes always underestimate me. “What are you doing?” He asked through gritted teeth. “You are going to get us killed!” He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. I was going to save us, he was the one who almost got as killed. Almost. I don’t remember their names or how they look because they are not my friends. As soon as we return, I will go to my usual chores and be assigned to another group, so why bother? “What you should have done,” I replied and grabbed my knives and gun. Let’s get out of here. —————————————————— “Carol, could you please come to my office?” Mister Allen said. I got up and quickly followed him to his office. I lived in a huge house, but each of the rooms could be considered a small suite. It could accommodate at least a thousand people, so maybe I should call it a mansion. This is our main headquarters. People don’t stay here much unless they live here; otherwise, it's kind of a hotel. A hotel for assassins. Huh, funny. We reached Allen’s office, so he moved to the side to let me pass first. Mister Allen is a forty-year-old man. He is huge and works out a lot, so he looks younger, but don’t let his looks fool you. He has dark brown hair and almost black eyes. His chocolate skin made his features pop even more. He was also the one who helped me figure out my hair. Apparently, he had a daughter, so that’s how he learned. “What can I do for you, mister Allen?” I asked with a sweet and innocent voice. I knew what I had done; I knew what he wanted to say to me, but I liked to play dumb. Allen sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while he shook his head. “Carol, you can’t act on your own, if I send you to a mission is to rely on your partners,” he scolded me. He hated it when I took matters into my own hands because it proved how strong I was, and he tried to keep me hidden—for my own good, according to him. I get it, he didn’t want people to find out he had one of the strongest and most skillful assassins under his roof, but if I didn’t act we would all be dead. I tried to play by the book and follow the rules, but he always paired me up with misogynistic assholes. It didn’t help that there aren’t many women on this side of the job either. “I know, I know, but I saved us,” I replied; he furrowed his eyebrows. “Look, I told them we should hide somewhere else; I also told the man in charge to bring more weapons. I tried to hold back as much as I could, but if I had waited longer, we would all be dead.” Allen let out a breath and massed his temples. “I believe you, Carol. Now you know the drill: No more missions for a month,” he instructed. I nodded and left the office. Of course, it was unfair, but his methods had kept me safe for twenty years. Oh, by the way, I am twenty five, I have no idea who my parents are because they dropped me at Mr. Allen’s door when I was five. I have some vague memories of my parents, but that is not enough to search for them. Whatever, I had a place here; it was not a home per se, but it was happy. I went to my room and decided to put some music on. One of my few hobbies is dancing. I love to dance because it frees my spirit, so I quickly chose a song and used my room as a disco. I can do this for one month; the only problem is that I am alone. ——————————————————— “Carol, the boss is looking for you,” Aleksi said. She was a young teammate, a human like me, and the other woman in this entire freaking place. She had long, blond, straight hair that fell to her butt and green beautiful eyes. She told me she was from Rusia, and came here because she was escaping the mafia. I groaned and stood up. I was watching TV to pass the time. There was a show called “Ginny and Georgia” that I enjoyed watching. “Coming,” I said and started walking to his office. What was it this time? I have been at home for a week now. As he asked, I haven’t gotten into any trouble and have kept a low profile. I knocked softly and waited for the “come in” to get inside. Once I entered, I saw Allen with tons of papers on his desk. Hmm it seems he let job accumulate, so unlike him. “Thanks for coming, Carol,” he said as he gestured for me to take a seat. “No worries, so, tell me, what have I some wrong?” I asked and gave my best puppy eyes. They didn’t work s**t, but it was always worth a try. “Funny that you always assume I call you to scold you,” he commented with a grin, making my eyes roll. “You always call me to scold me, and I have behaved properly, so enlighten me. Why was I called?” I asked as I balanced myself on the chair. I loved doing that, but Allen… “Stop it, Carol. You are going to fall. " Yep, he hated it when I did that. I sighed and stopped. “So, tell me,” I insisted. “I called you because I need you on a mission,” he said, making my eyes widen. I still had three more weeks in incognito mode. “Are you sure?” I asked, and he sighed. “No, but no one has been able to do it. Do you know who the Alpha King is?” he asked, to which I nodded. I knew the basics. He was the strongest King there had been in years. He was a Lycan, a wolf, and a witch, and so from what I knew, he was indestructible. “The basics, but yeah, why?” I asked. He grabbed a folder and threw it to my side. I could read the name Killian Hills. “This is all you need to know from the current King,” I grabbed the folder and opened it. It has pictures and some data that I will read later. “Okay, I will check it out,” I said and started to stand up. I didn’t need to discuss anything, when I was given a folder it was because I needed to kill that person. “That’s not all, Carol,” Allen said, making me sit down again. He opened his drawer and took another folder to throw it to me. The name “Jace Hills” was written on it. I felt something nagging at the back of my head for some reason. Weird. “He is his Beta and our main objective. The King is more difficult, especially since his mate is a blessed wolf, but the Beta…” I knew what he meant. He could be killed. “How would I get in? I’m human,” I stated; they wouldn’t let me in the pack. “I got you a job, they have different business, humans work in some of them, and you are the best for the job,” he explained. It didn’t sound like much, but I had done wonders with less. “Perfect, when do I start?” I asked as I grabbed the other folder. I hope I have enough time to-. “Tomorrow,” great. “You start tomorrow and have six months to complete the job.” I gulped. It was a short period of time, meaning it was a challenge. “Why?” I asked. These kinds of jobs usually have a longer time frame. “Because the person who paid for his head tripled the price. Can you do it, Carol? Can you kill the Beta in six months?” He asked and narrowed his eyes to look for any signs of hesitation. I can do this. “Yes, Allen,” I said, determined. “I will kill Jace in six months.” However, for some reason my heart felt heavy and I even heard something whimpering inside me.