Assassin's mate

Please stay

Reyn’s POV

A home?

He knows who I am and what happened to my home. How can he ask me that?

If only glares could kill... he would be 6ft under.

“Oh, sweety, you’ll stay here from now on. No one should stay in the woods. I’m not letting you go there anymore,” Nora says.

“Nora is right, Ry. As of now, this is your home. I can’t believe you lived in the woods. I feel like such a disappointment to my friend... I wasn’t there on time, and I let his only living daughter live independently in the woods. Oh, Moon Goddess, I’m incredibly sorry, Ry,” Tylor says with shame clear on his features.

“Don’t blame yourself, Tylor. It’s not your fault you didn’t make it on time, and I chose to live like that. I appreciate your offer, but I can’t live here. It’s easier to train in the woods, and I’m always on the move looking for my targets. Settling down isn’t an option for me.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. You can tell me the names of the targets, and I’ll have someone take care of it,” my suddenly caring mate tells me.

What part of personal revenge doesn’t he understand? I don’t need someone to take care of it. I have my plans. I want to be the one provoking their suffering and despair. I want...no... I need to feel their pain and make them pay for what they’ve done.

“I’ll take revenge on my own. I don’t need nor want someone else taking care of it,” I tell my supposed mate, ever so nicely.

“At least live here. No one will bother you here. I’ll personally make sure of that,” Damon continues.

“Damon is right. You can train better in a pack, we have the resources to look for your targets, and you can continue with your life. Your revenge will come to an end eventually, and I won’t let you be on your own when the time comes. Plus, your mate is here. I know you’re hurt, but this is your chance at a new life. Please don’t throw it away,” Tylor pleads with me.

“Wait... What? Mate?” Nora asks, very confused about her husband’s assertion.

What Tylor says makes sense... well, the first part at least.

I don’t have a life anymore. But they can help me find my targets easily. Those bastards don’t deserve another day to breathe.

“I know it must be a difficult decision for you, but Tylor is right, Ry. Of course, we can’t force you. But please think seriously about it, and at least spend the night here. It started to rain outside, and you can use this night to think it through,” Nora negotiates with me.

The rest of the dinner goes by in slow motion for me. I decide to spend the night here, but I’m still thinking about that offer. The benefits sound good, but I know Kill will be affected by living with her mate and keeping her distance at the same time.

‘Don’t worry about me, girl. If you think this is for the best, then this is what we’ll do. Stop thinking about our mate and me. This is about you,’ Kill says in a soft voice.

‘How can I not think about you, Kill? You deserve your mate. You deserve to be happy, and I’m sorry that I’m keeping you away from that.’

‘I’ll be happy when those bastards are gone. I’m part of you, Ry...it was my family too. I won’t rest until they are six feet under. Please, do what you think is best for our cause, and don't worry about anything else...’

After dinner, Nora shows me where I’ll be staying for the night. She knows that I’m tired and in no mood for talking, so she leaves without another word.

I take a shower and let today’s events come back to me. Finally, I took my revenge on Jax. I’ve waited so long for this. Ten years... ten f*****g years, but it was worth it. The terrified look on his face, the screams, the pain he felt...

I kept the best ones for the end. But Jax... his punishment was particularly satisfying. The entire attack was brutal, and I'll make everyone pay for it... but with Jax... he had it the worst. And he deserved the worst.

My sister could've had a quick death. But no, he chooses to do... that... to a five-year-old girl. To my sister. His punishment was the one I anticipated the most... the one I was looking forward to the most.

This day was full of events.

I saw Tyler and Nora again. I remember how they would often come to our house before my grandfather died. They were like my second family. Dad and Tylor were actually adopted. After surviving a rogue attack, my grandfather, being close to dad’s and Tylor’s parents, took them under his care and treated them like his own sons, since he never found his mate and never had a child of his own.

I guess they are, in fact, like my family... like an adopted uncle, or something.

Speaking of mates, I can’t believe I found mine. After everything that happened, the thought of having a mate never crossed my mind. I’m glad that he doesn’t want me. It makes it easier for both of us.

But I’m not going to lie... his words hurt a little.

I’m sorry I can’t give Kill the happiness she deserves, the time with her mate I’m s-.

‘Stop with these thoughts, stupid human...’

‘No one told you to listen,’ I bit back

‘I can’t help it, especially when you think like that. I already told you, what you want is what I want, so stop.’

‘But don’t you want your mate, Kill?’

‘I do. But not as much as I want this revenge, and most importantly you.’

‘Ah, what did I do to deserve you, Kill? You’re the best wolf someone can have.’

When I get out of the bathroom, I see some underwear, a top, and shorts on the bed. Nora must’ve put them here for me.

While I’m dressing, I feel someone behind me. Who is stupid enough to think they can sneak up on me?

I react quickly, resulting in me breaking the person’s hand. By the time I feel the smell, none other than my mate, it’s too late. Ugh, good thing werewolves heal fast.

“What the f**k are you doing? Let go,” Damon growls.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on me,” I retort.

“Noted. Now can you let go of me?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“About?”

“This conversation could go so much better if you would let go of my broken arm...” he points out and glances at his broken body part.

He deserves it for how he spoke to me before, but I let go of him anyway. I’m pretty tired and just want to sleep right now, even though breaking his bones sounds really intriguing.

After he sets his shoulder back in place, he gives me an apologetic look.

“I wanted to apologize for the way I acted before and what I told you,” he says.

“I’m a rogue. I’ve been told worse,” I answer, not seeing his point in apologizing.

“Still, I’m your mate. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I should’ve at least given you a chance to explain yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have done it anyway. I’m not the type to explain myself.”

“You sure are a stubborn one. Anyway, I also wanted to ask you something,” Damon says and looks shy all of a sudden.

“What is it?” I ask and narrow my eyes at him.

“I want to ask you to please give us a chance.”

That... I didn’t see coming.