The Alpha King's Assassin Queen

Sins of the Night

Malcolm

“I know your mate is the Chameleon Killer,” Alpha Picard states, and my blood runs cold.

I stare at the heavily muscled alpha for a moment. “And how would you know that, Alpha Picard?” I ask calmly.

He gets into my face, and I have to refrain from gagging on his fetid booze-laden breath, “I have my ways.” He grins evilly and walks away.

I glare at his descending back until he disappears into the house. I stroll inside and to my room. ‘Rico, Addison, I need you both to come to my room,’ I inform my warriors. I wait for them by sitting on the bed. It takes ten minutes before I hear a knock on my door. “Come in.”

The door opens, and Addison and Rico walk into the room. I narrow my eyes at Rico, who has hickeys all over his neck. He smirks and shrugs.

“Sit,” I gesture to the couch.

They both comply and look back at me, “What’s up?” Addison is the first one to speak.

I stand up and circle to face them both. “Alpha Maurice Picard somehow knows that Sofia Hex is my mate and that she is the Chameleon Killer. I need you two to investigate how he knows.”

“That’s wild, man,” Rico snorts. “How would that kind of information get out?”

“That’s what I want you to find out, Rico,” I say to him. “We will be remaining here until Gerard is named Alpha.”

“We’ll get right on it, your highness,” Addison nods. “Come slut,” she says to Rico.

“Like you are any better,” Rico groans.

I shake my head as they walk out of the room. I pick up my phone and dial my father’s number. It rings a few times before there is an answer.

“Hello, Malcolm,” My father answers.

“Dad,” I reply.

“What’s up?” His voice sounds happy when he speaks.

“I just got out of a meeting with several European Alphas and one vampire lord. They were all discussing the Chameleon Killer,” I explain.

“Whom you suspect may be your mate,” He inquires.

“Yes, Dad. I suspect her,” I sigh. “Anyways, I wanted any information you have from the American alphas.”

“I have plenty of information, Malcolm,” My father responds. “What exactly do you need?”

“Anything, Dad. Things are getting desperate. I want to find Sofia before she is captured and executed,” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Son,” He pauses, “She will most likely be tried and possibly executed even if you find her first. She has to answer for her crimes.”

“We don’t have solid evidence that she is the Chameleon Killer,” I argue. I hold back that Alpha Picard seems to know about her. “Does anyone besides the family know that she is my mate?”

“I don’t think so,” He replies. “It’s not something that is openly discussed, why?”

“Just wondering,” I answer him.

There is a moment of silence between us.

“How long are you going to remain in France, Malcolm?” He breaks the silence.

“I don’t know, Dad. I will remain here until Gerard Lavigne arrives and is named alpha of this pack,” I explain to him. “Then who knows where I will go.”

“I wish you would come home, son. I want to finish your training as I would like to retire next year,” He tells me with an air of sadness in his tone.

“How is Lincoln coming in his training?” I wonder.

“Your brother is doing just fine,” He huffs.

“So, make him king,” I say, and he growls.

“Malcolm Alexander Fury, you are the rightful king,” He says with slight anger.

“Dad, Lincoln is just as much an heir as I am. Hell, even Piper would be a good choice,” I argue.

“Malcolm,” He drawls.

“I’m done talking about it, Dad. I’ll be home when I am home. Tell Mom I said hi,” I tell him and hang up before he can argue. I drop my phone on the bed and sigh. There is a knock on the door, and I get up to answer it.

A female omega bows to me, “Your highness, dinner is served,” She says in a thick accent.

“Merci,” I nod to her.

She hurries away, and I close the door. I go into the bathroom and freshen up. I comb my hair and straighten out my shirt. I make my way out of my room and am joined by Claudio in the hallway.

“Heading to dinner?” He asks, and I nod. “I am going too.”

“Really?” I chuckle.

“I partake in wine,” He shrugs. “And on occasion, I crave food.”

We get to the dining room and sit at the VIP table. Alpha Picard glares at me from down the table. Alpha Dubois sits on my other side and looks at the vampire.

“The vampire is eating dinner?” He laughs.

Claudio picks up a glass and beckons to the omegas, who pour some wine into it, “I am drinking it,” He smirks.

“I suppose,” Alpha Dubois laughs.

The other alphas join us, followed by Alpha Pascal and Luna Ariella. “Good evening, everyone,” He speaks in French. “We have had a long day, and I hope this dinner brings comfort,” He continues in English. “Tomorrow will be a day of mourning as we bury my dear son and his Luna. My nephew Gerard shall arrive the day after to take over as Alpha of this pack. We will continue our discussions on the Chameleon Killer,” He explains. “Tonight we shall celebrate the good that was my son Armand and his mate Blanche,” He holds up a glass of wine. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” Everyone else says in unison.

Pascal sits, and dinner commences. We are served roasted rabbit with veggies and potatoes. I happily chat with Claudio and Beauregard while drinking plenty of wine. Alpha Picard just glares at us while he dismantles a rabbit.

At the end of dinner, I excuse myself back to my room, and on the way, the scent of sage hangs in the air and drives Xerxes into a frenzy. Following the smell, I am lured out to the garden illuminated by the moon's silver light. She stands on the path in the light of the moon. She is wearing a velvet purple dress with her black hair cascading down her bare shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

Sofia steps toward me while sashaying her hips. She stops a few inches from my face and runs her hand down my cheek. I shudder from the contact as tingles spread through my body. “I am here to kiss my mate,” She whispers against my cheek and moves her lips to mine.

I instinctively wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close. I devour her lips and let her tongue explore my mouth. I pull back to take a breath and look her in the eyes, “You taste like ambrosia every time.”

She grinds herself against me, and I feel myself getting hard. “You can have more if you wish.”

“I can’t,” I say, and Xerxes lets out a strained whimper.

“Why not?” She asks while stroking my cheek. “Am I not good enough for you?”

“You are wrapped in too much suspicion,” I state.

She presses her lips together, “I see.” She pulls away from me. “I should go then,” She presses something into my hand.

“Wait,” I call and hear someone walking toward us. “s**t,” I whisper and turn to see that Sofia has disappeared.

“Prince Fury,” Alpha Picard snarls, and I turn to him.

“Yes?”

“I am watching you,” He snarls. “I can smell the sage.”

I say nothing, walk around him and hurry into the house to my room. I look at the note that Sofia pressed into my hand. It has the address and room number of a hotel.

‘Go to her,’ Xerxes urges me. ‘Go to her and claim her,’ He insists.

‘Xerxes,’ I whine.

‘We will be back before the morning,’ He huffs. ‘Go to her and claim her,’ He repeats.

I look at the note one more time. “Okay,” I say out loud. I walk out of the room and hurry down the hall. No one is around as I step outside and walk into the woods. I take off my clothes and shift into my white wolf. We pick up my clothes and take off. Xerxes is elated to be running to his mate finally. We manage to elude the guards and run towards the village outside the pack lands. I shift back into human form and put my clothes back on. I walk down the street to a small hotel. I walk inside and look for the room indicated on the note. I knock on the door, and she opens it wearing lingerie. I can’t help but stare.

“Are you just going to stand there?” She c***s her hip.

Without words, I grab her and smash my lips against hers. I push her into the room and shut the door. Our lips devour each other as I run my hands up and down her bare skin. Her little moans drive Xerxes wild in my head.

“I need you,” I breathe out.

She giggles, clasps my hand and pulls me towards the canopied king-sized bed. She sits on the edge and looks up at me, “Take me, my prince,” she smirks.

I rip my shirt off and push my pants down. I am already at half-mast when she licks her lips and flutters her eyelashes.

“I haven’t had one that big,” She purrs.

I ignore her inference of not being a virgin and attack her lips again. I unclasp her bra and toss it away to lick and suck her n*****s. She runs her hands through my long blond hair as she moans. I bury my face in her ample breasts and breathe her intoxicating scent.

“What do I smell like?” She asks.

“Sage,” I respond.

She rolls her eyes, “Of course.”

I kiss my way back to her lips. I run my hands down her pale skin, and she squeals. My c**k twitches with every sound she makes. Her eyes sparkle, and I can’t help but smile. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” I cradle her cheek in my hand.

“They have, but none of them meant it as you do,” She responds.

I run my hand down her body and slip under her silken panties. She squeaks when I touch her clit. I kiss her lips while massaging her already wet nub. She wiggles and moans as I work my magic. I kiss my way down her body and slip off her panties. I grin at her as I lick her clit and cause her to scream while her eyes roll back.

Sofia’s hands grip my hair as I lick and finger her. She bucks her hips and moans. “Oh, Malcolm,” she whines.

“That’s my name, sweetheart,” I breathe out. I lick and suck until her sweet juices coat my tongue. “Are you ready for this?” I say as I kiss up her body, stopping at her lips.

“Put it in me,” She purrs.

I press my c**k at her entrance and tease her before slowly thrusting into her. She moans as I bury myself in her. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her as I go gentle on her at first. The tingles from finally being with my mate ignite a fire in me, and before long, I am thrusting hard into her as she moans and cries out. The bed squeaks and slaps the wall as I slam into her.

“Harder,” She moans and scratches her nails down my back. “Harder, Malcolm.”

I grunt as I grip the headboard to go harder and deeper into her. Her walls tighten around my d**k, and I am on the edge of orgasm. Her juices flow out, and seconds later, I follow with my own orgasm as my seed is buried deep inside her. I collapse beside her and pant heavily.

She rolls onto her side and strokes my cheek. “My strong prince,” She smiles.

I stroke her arm as she lays her cheek on my chest. Her hair flows everywhere, and I run my hands through it.

“That was wonderful,” She purrs.

I look down at her blue eyes, and we begin to kiss again. Before long, she is on top of me, riding my d**k hard as her breasts bounce. She moans and arches her back. It doesn’t take long for me to shoot another load into her. She lays against my chest, still straddling me as I breathe in her scent. “Sage never smelled so good,” I say to her.

She giggles, “I’m glad I smell good.”

I hold her tight, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning I am woken up by someone trying to mind link me. ‘What?’ I say as I lower my wall.

‘Malcolm, Alpha Pascal is looking for you,’ Addison’s worried voice states.

‘What?’ I sit up and look at the clock; it is nearly nine am. ‘s**t,’ I curse. ‘Tell them I went for a run.’ I untangle myself from a sleeping Sofia and rise from the bed. I look around for my clothes.

“Are you leaving?” She suddenly asks.

“I have to go back to Chevalier de la Lune,” I tell her. “Today is Armand’s funeral.”

She frowns at me, “I see.”

“Look, I would love to stay, but I have obligations,” I lean in to kiss her.

She kisses me back, “I understand. But I came looking for you so we can be together finally.”

“Look, Sofia. Last night was wonderful, but I don’t think this will work. You are the Chameleon Killer, and if they find out that you are my mate-“ I trail off.

“I didn’t want to be a killer, Malcolm,” she blurts out. “My Grandmother and aunt forced me. They took me in because I was a young girl and needed a home. I had to do what I was told.”

I sit on the bed and listen quietly as she speaks. Tears well up in her eyes, and I just want to hold her. “You were forced?”

“Yes, Malcolm,” She pleads with me. “I was threatened with my life if I didn’t do what I was told.”

I look at the ground, “We’ll talk later, alright? Will you still be here?”

She nods slowly. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to. I am through with my grandma. I have nowhere else to go, nor do I have any more money.”

“I’ll pay for the rest of your stay, don’t worry,” I touch her bare arm. “I’ll be back when I can, alright?”

She sniffles and nods. “Okay.”

I lean in to kiss her. “It’s going to be alright, Sofia. I love you.”

Her blue eyes flick to mine. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes, I mean it.”

“Are you sure?” She sighs.

“Yes, I mean it,” I kiss her again. “I love you.” I grab my pants off the floor and put them on.

“Okay,” Sofia smiles softly.

I kiss her one last time before leaving the room and hurry out of the hotel and to the woods. I strip out of my pants and run towards the pack. I get to the border and am confronted by guards and Beta Roman. I shift into human form.

“Hello, Beta,” I wave at him casually.

“Where have you been, your highness? We have been searching frantically for you,” He huffs.

“Sorry, I had some business in town to take care of,” I state.

“In only your trousers?” He points to the pants I have in my hands.

“Yes,” I insist. “I am the crown prince of the werewolf kingdom. Sometimes I have duties I must attend to, and I am not obligated to explain,” I tell the beta.

“Fine,” The beta nods at the guards, and they disperse. “Breakfast is served if you wish to partake,” He says and then runs off.

I put on my pants and walk towards the packhouse. Alpha Pascal is standing in front with some of the visiting alphas.

“Prince Malcolm,” the elder alpha embraces me. “We were worried when we couldn’t find you this morning.”

“I am fine,” I respond. “I am sorry I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving.”

“Beta Roman just told me you had business to attend to,” He nods. “I understand royalty operates differently than the rest of us. A simple note would have saved us worry, though.”

“I agree. I apologize for that slight. I promise I won’t leave again without leaving a note or informing my people to pass a message to you,” I state.

“Good,” He smiles. “Let’s go have breakfast. I am starved. My son’s funeral shall begin in a few hours.” He pats my arm. He and the other alphas file into the house.

“I know you were with your mate,” Alpha Picard whispers behind me.

“Do you have f*****g spies following me?” I snarl at him. “What I do is none of your business.”

“It’s the business of everyone here to know that you are f*****g the Chameleon Killer,” He snarls.