The Alpha King's Assassin Queen

Malcolm in France

Malcolm

“Paris was lovely, Mom,” I tell my mother over the phone. “I don’t know when I’ll be home, sorry,” I tell her.

“I miss you, Malcolm,” My mother pleads with me. “Your father and your brothers and sisters miss you too.”

“I doubt Dad misses me,” I grumble.

“Don’t say that,” She adds. “Your father loves you, Malcolm.”

I sigh as she keeps talking. I look at my friend Armand, the Alpha of Chevalier de la Lune Pack in France. I was sitting in his office when my mother called. It has been two years since I left home to travel the world, and my mother really wants me to come home. “I have to go, Mom,” I tell her.

“Please come home soon, Malcolm,” she says to me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom,” I tell her. “Tell everyone I say hi.”

“I will,” she replies sadly. I hate upsetting her, but I don’t feel like heading home yet.

I hang up the phone and look at Armand. “Sorry about that,” I say to him.

“It is alright, Malcolm. I would be remiss in making you miss a call from the Queen,” he says in a thick French accent.

I met Armand in a bar six months ago, and we became friends. Two months ago, his father stepped down, and he became the alpha of the small pack. I have traveled all over Europe, meeting various wolves and other supernaturals. European packs aren’t part of the kingdom, but many are still allied with us.

Chevalier de la Lune has been suffering from raids by a large group of rogues. I came here to help Armand fight them off. Many rogues see Xerxes my large white wolf, and run in opposite directions.

“I can’t tell you how grateful I have been for your help with the rogue problem. Those slimy bastards have hopefully run for the hills upon seeing your magnificent wolf,” Armand laughs.

Xerxes makes a purring noise in my head. ‘Oh, settle down, you ego maniac,’ I grumble at him.

‘He thinks I’m magnificent,’ Xerxes chuckles.

I roll my eyes, and Armand laughs. “Xerxes appreciates your comments,” I huff.

“He should,” Armand taps his fingers on his desk. “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I need to stretch my legs, my friend,” I tell him. I have been in the pack for three weeks now, and my urge to continue my journey is strong. I have also been on the hunt for my mate, Sofia Hex. I get whiffs of her scent every so often, and Xerxes becomes a whimpering mess.

“Be careful and pray you don’t fall victim to the Chameleon Killer,” Armand shudders.

A mysterious assassin called the Chameleon Killer has been killing alphas, other high-ranking wolves, and other supernaturals for over a year. Some don’t believe that the Chameleon Killer is one person but rather several as they appear different every time. But others like me believe the killer may be a witch or warlock with the ability to change appearances. I also have a sneaking suspicion that the killer is Sofia as I dream of the killings while Sofia’s soft laugh echoes in the background.

It would break my heart if that turned out to be true because I would have to reject her. There is no way my father or anyone else would accept an assassin as my Queen. My heart races as I think about Sofia and the Chameleon Killer.

I rise from the chair I had been sitting in. “I shall go pack and get ready,” I say to Armand. “I will leave early in the morning.”

“So, you’ll still have dinner with us?” He asks, and I nod.

“I have to have at least one more meal here,” I chuckle.

“Then it is a party,” Armand raises his hands.

I shake my head, “I’ll see you in an hour, Alpha.” I walk out of the office. The packhouse is modest by pack standards. It’s still large but only three floors. The alpha doesn’t have the entire top floor like a lot. He shares half of it with his beta and his family.

“Good afternoon, Malcolm,” Luna Blanche, Armand’s pregnant mate, greets me.

I smile at the beautiful woman. She is slender for a werewolf with long sandy blonde hair and blue sapphire-like eyes. She is wearing a flowing white dress. “Hello, Blanche,” I greet her back. “How are you feeling today?”

“I am good. My son is very active today,” She touches her big belly. “He will be strong like his father.”

I lightly touch her arm, “I hope so. I am going to my room to pack as I leave early in the morning.”

Luna Blanche frowns, “You are leaving so soon?”

“There is still so much that I would like to see, and I can’t do it here,” I explain. “I can’t thank you enough for taking such good care of my friends and me,” I tell her. I have been traveling with two of my father’s best warriors.

“Oh, it’s the best I could do. You deserve it for all you have done for us,” She responds.

“I will still be here for dinner. I need to eat Chef Gustav’s food one more time,” I lick my lips.

“He is the best,” She laughs. “See you in an hour, Malcolm.”

I nod and head towards the lounge where the pack goes to relax. It has a large TV and a bunch of game systems. There is also a couple of pool tables and arcade games. I enter the room and see my friends, Addison and Rico. Addison Stark is a six-foot-tall female warrior who is one of the strongest I have ever known. She trained closely with my Aunt Maria, my father’s Delta and good friend. Then there is Rico Valdez, who came from a pack near the Mexican border. I have seen him take down werebears in full rage without a scratch on him.

“Hey guys,” I say as I walk into the room, and everyone in the room freezes and bows to me. Their alpha expects them to treat me with the same respect that he gets. “Go back to your activities, everyone,” I tell them. I look at Rico and Addison. “Be ready to leave around seven am tomorrow,” I say to them.

“Where are we going?” Addison asks while Rico looks sad.

“What’s wrong, Rico?” I ask him.

“He is pining for that warrior chick he slept with a few nights ago,” Addison nudges him, and Rico growls.

“Rico?” I fold my arms.

“What? She is hot,” Rico smirks. “I was hoping she would agree to be my chosen mate and come with us, but she won’t come.”

“This pack needs their warriors, Rico,” I chuckle. “Anyways, I want to go to Spain next,” I respond.

“We were just in Spain,” Rico counters.

“I know. But Armand recommended a small pack to visit there. It’s supposed to be right on the Mediterranean,” I explain. “Don’t you guys want to chill on a beach?”

“I want to chill on a beach,” Addison shrugs. “See some hot chicks in tiny bikinis.”

Rico snorts, “And I’m the one with a problem.”

“I don’t sleep with all of them, Rico,” Addison argues.

Rico growls, and I give them both a look, “Just be ready to go by seven,” I say to them, walk out of the room, and head for the guest room I have been staying in. A female wearing a tight dress saunters toward me. She has been trying to get me to sleep with her for two weeks.

“Aw, Prince Malcolm,” she purrs as she stops before me. “Do you like my dress?” She indicates the short hot pink dress she is wearing. The dress barely qualifies as a dress as it hardly covers anything.

“It’s nice, Delia,” I tell her and try to walk around her, but she blocks my path. “Excuse me,” I try to move away from her again.

Delia leans against me, “Are you going to your room?”

I hesitantly nod, “Yes. I need to pack.”

“Do you want company?” She leans in further.

I shake my head, “No, I think I can handle it.”

Her hand reaches up to touch my cheek, and I step back while Xerxes growls in my head. “You need to unwind, your highness. I can help you unwind.”

“No, thank you,” I mumble and push her back gently.

There is a growl behind me, and I glance back as Armand and Blanche walk toward me. “I thought I told you to leave the Prince alone, Ms. Beaufort?”

Delia bows at her alpha, “You did, Alpha, but I just can’t resist him.”

Alpha Armand growls and says something to Delia in French, who bows her head and hurries away from me. “She won’t be bothering you anymore, Malcolm.”

“Thank you, Armand.” I smile and continue to my room. The room is small and modest compared to what I am used to. I pull my bags from the closet and pack up my clothing and other items. It takes me only ten minutes to pack up everything. I then sit on the bed with my phone. I scroll through social media and then send some texts to my brother Lincoln. I look at the clock, and it is just about time for dinner. My stomach rumbles in anticipation of whatever Chef Gustav has prepared.

I spend a little more time on my phone and see an alert about another alpha who was killed in Poland. He was from a large pack and had no heirs, so the pack was broken up. I sigh while Xerxes whimpers. ‘I hope this killer isn’t Sofia,’ I say to him.

‘Me too. I don’t think I could survive rejecting her,’ He whines.

‘Well, if I don’t become king, then I won’t have to,’ I explain. ‘Lincoln seems to be doing well in his training, and I think he’ll be a better king.’

‘But it’s your destiny to be the king, Malcolm,’ Xerxes argues. He has always pushed me to be king. I just wish I could feel it in my heart.

‘We’ll see about that, Xerxes. Nick thought he was destined to be the Alpha of Zephyr Moon but look where he ended up,’ I tell my wolf. Xerxes says nothing else as I rise from the bed and head out of the room. I get to the dining hall and enjoy a delicious dinner with my friends. We sing in French and laugh until the booze runs out. I then head back to my room and quickly fall asleep.

I dream about a Polish alpha being poisoned in his sleep while a masked figure slinks away and looks directly at me with familiar blue eyes. ‘Sofia,’ I call to her, but she just cackles and disappears.

I woke up the next morning with pain in my heart. I know deep down that Sofia is the one responsible for the killings. I sigh and quickly rise from the bed. I shower, get dressed, and then gather my belongings and carry them downstairs. Rico and Addison are waiting for me by the car I bought to drive all over Europe.

“Ready to go?” I ask them, and they nod.

Rico holds up a cloth grocery bag, “The kitchen packed snacks for us,” He grins.

“That’s great, Rico,” I chuckle.

Armand and Blanche step out of the house with his beta and delta. He holds out a basket of wine and cheese. “It has been my great honor to have you the next king of our kind in my pack. You saved us numerous times from those pesky rogues, and I can’t thank you enough,” He smiles at me.

Addison takes the basket from him, “Damn, this is some good shit.”

I glance at her, and she presses her lips together. “It has been my honor to help you, Alpha Lavigne,” I reach out to shake hands with him, but he pulls me into a hug. I hug back and then gently hug Luna Blanche. “If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Thank you, Prince Malcolm,” Armand pats my back. “I know you feel hesitant to become the next king, but in my opinion, I believe you would be an excellent king.”

“Thank you,” I nod and look at Rico and Addison. “Let’s get going.”

A few omegas help us get our bags and things into the car, and then we pile in. I wave as Addison drives the car away from the packhouse. We all sigh in a bit of sadness as she turns up the music.

It’s a long eight-hour drive to our next destination. We arrive at Bahia Luna de Plate, a large pack on the Spanish coast. Their Alpha, Santiago Domingues, and his mate Lucia greet us in front of their packhouse, a beautiful Spanish villa.

I step out of the car, and Santiago bows before me, “It is my great honor to welcome you, Prince Malcolm Fury, to my pack and home.”

I nod as I shake his hand, “You came highly recommended by Alpha Levigne.”

“Armand is a good friend, so I trust his judgment,” Santiago chuckles. He gestures to the beautiful black-haired woman at his side. “This is my beautiful mate, Lucia.”

I smile at Lucia, who is holding a baby in her arms.

“Welcome to our home, Prince Malcolm,” Lucia greets me in a thick accent. She looks at the baby in her arms, “This is our son and future alpha Diego.”

I smile at the baby, “He is very handsome.”

“Come, let's go inside. I have set up a welcome party for you and your friends,” He gestures to Addison and Rico.

“Ole,” Rico laughs.

“You know Spanish?” Santiago asks Rico.

“I grew up twenty miles from Mexico, sir,” Rico replies. “And my grandparents on my mother’s side only spoke Spanish.”

“Ah, great,” Santiago smiles and leads us into the house.

“You have a beautiful house, Alpha Santiago,” I tell him.

“Thank you, Prince Malcolm,” Santiago responds. “My great-grandfather built it many years ago.”

He and his luna give up a grand tour before showing us our rooms. “Dinner will be served soon, your highness,” Santiago informs me.

“You may call me Malcolm,” I smile at him.

“Then you may call me Santiago,” He counters before leaving the room.

I look around for a moment taking in my surroundings before beginning to unpack my things. I only intend to stay here for a week before moving on to my next destination. When I am done packing, I look at my phone and message my siblings before getting ready for dinner. I shower and dress in a more formal outfit. While adjusting my tie, my phone begins to ring, and I pick it up.

“Hello?”

I hear crying on the other end. “Malcolm?” Blanche Levigne responds. “Oh, Prince Malcolm, I am sorry to call you so late.”

“It’s not late,” I remind her. “What is going on?” I ask as I hear her sobbing.

“M-my mate, Armand is dead,” She sobs into the phone.

“What?” I nearly yell. “What do you mean he is dead?”

“One moment we were eating dinner, and then he slumped over and died,” She explains through tears. “I believe it was the Chameleon Killer.”

My blood runs cold as I realize my mate may have killed my friend.