A Gamma's Revenge (Zalia) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369
I sit in a chair in the corner of a dark hotel room; I am waiting for a male I have never seen in my life, and after tonight, no one will ever see him again—at least not alive. No one is aware of the fact that I am sitting here, and no one will ever find out I was in this room. No one has ever been able to find a trace of me. "That is because of what we are," my Lycan grumbles, while keeping a so-called eye on our surroundings.

As I sit there, my mind wanders toward the argument I had this morning—an argument I have been having for years now—and I doubt I will hear the end of it soon. My Mother wants me to take a chosen Mate because I am Wolfless, and technically, everyone is correct in that assumption.

My Lycan and I decided not to shift when I was supposed to, and my Lycan hides in the back of my mind whenever someone is near us. It is best for now if no one knows that I actually have my Lycan. We never meant to keep it hidden from my Father, but we didn’t want to risk him telling anyone. Looking back on my career, I am glad we never told or showed him.

My Mother is what we refer to as a Sigma—a normal type of Werewolf or Lycan. She can fight to defend herself and maybe even help another take out a Rogue if necessary. My Father is what we refer to as an Assassin—a Werewolf or Lycan with an ability that helps them kill others in secret.

They met each other during a Ball at our Pack, and for some reason, they hit it off. My Mother never asked my Father what kind of Wolf or Lycan he was; she didn’t even ask him if he was a Wolf or a Lycan. She didn’t find out the important things about my Father until it was too late to walk away, and she resents him for that.

According to my Mother, she tried to make it work, but something tells me I shouldn’t believe her. She rejected my Father when I was five years old, but she never moved out of the house or found herself another Mate.

We don’t have fated Mates as most believe. We find a Mate with the help of our Wolf or Lycan, and only when the Human and Animal sides agree do we accept someone as our Mate. I just hope that one day both of them will find someone they can spend the rest of their lives with—someone that will make them happy and allow them to move on from their past.

"Someone is coming," my Lycan says, and I pull my attention toward the door of the room I am in.

"Boss, what’s next on our list?" I hear a male ask, and the moment he starts answering, I know he is my target.

"We will go after the Blood Crescent Pack next; they will pay for killing my Cousin," he growls. "Alpha Dominic will regret accepting the assignment. If we take Alpha Dillon, they will send Diego out there to take out whoever took Alpha Dillon, and that is when I will be able to get my revenge for Paul."

"When did Alpha Max step down?" my Lycan asks, but I can’t answer that question. I know Alpha Max has Sons—triplets with the name of Dominic, Dillon, Dax, if I am not mistaken—but I can’t remember getting an invitation to an Alpha ceremony.

I hear footsteps approaching the door, and they don’t sound very steady. Looks like my target might be out faster than I expected.

"I’ll be fine. Just go to bed; we have an early morning," I hear him say, and a moment later, I hear a door close as my target opens the bedroom door. Well, I’ll be damned. He stays in this suite all by himself. That is going to make this even more fun—and I hear my Lycan chuckle in my head.

As he walks toward the bed, he strips out of his clothes, and I can hear his clothes being dropped to the floor. I don’t look at him because it will alert him to my presence in the room.