The Alpha Assassin novel Chapter 6

I wandered without a shadow. Everywhere I used to go if I was allowed to leave, I was followed by a few warriors. Later that changed to a few omegas, and then just one.

The fact that they let me leave now was a combination of years of the persona I carefully built and their complacency.

They should have been worried, even if they thought the threat followed the visitors here; there was obviously a breach in security.

I wandered seemingly aimlessly around the place until I reached the edge of the forest and slipped between the trees. I pulled out the map I’d been working on slowly over the last few years in bits and pieces. I knew where I was going, or I thought I did.

I picked some Perscyth’s for myself, a bright white flower with thick petals that were stark against the muted browns they pushed through.

These flowers broke through the rough patches that didn’t get much sunlight. I always admired them, the ones that were able to grow into something beautiful despite their circumstances. The flowers that didn’t grow in darkness didn’t succumb to the ease of changing themselves to not need light, but the ones that held onto the bit of light they could find and made it enough.

I smiled, smelling its soft fragrance. It would look lovely in my room.

I couldn’t wander as much as I would have liked, I had to get back not only because I didn’t want to raise suspicion but because I wanted to find out what the others were thinking, and more importantly if they knew anything.

I was surprised to find I actually felt at peace, as much peace as I could attain these days, but still, it was something. My life revolved around anger and revenge and I rarely did anything recently that wouldn’t benefit my plans.

I couldn’t remember the last time I did anything for myself because I wanted to and I hated that they took that away from me too, even if it was partially my own doing.

I made a vow as I strode to the patch of Silent Junipers I marked months ago, I would do something for myself every damn day.

I cut some of the flowers with scissors I stole from the kitchen, wrapping them in a linen, I also borrowed. I dug around with my fingers to grab some from the roots, making sure not to break the little bulbs that grew under them before wrapping them in a damp cloth.

Silent Junipers were lovely, a deep shade of purple, more of a leafy plant than a flower. I often wondered if their name had to do with the color of Juniper Berries as there was nothing berry-like about them.

I walked back lost in thought, scanning the forest floor. I made note of a patch of Fireheart on my hand-drawn map. Those were best fresh, but they were more common and not a problem to find.

On second thought, I went back and carefully picked some making sure to dig their roots out with a stick and wrap them in a napkin. I was careful not to touch the itchy leaves.

I accidentally touched some exploring as a child and the rash traveled up my arm. I was in so much pain that I practically lived in a warm bath for the next few days. My heart clenched at the memory of my mom reading books by the bath and telling me that every minute would be easier than the last. I wish there was a way that the memory of them could be nice and not tinged with so much pain and anger.

Maybe when they were avenged could I look back on the many happy memories with anything besides pure, unadulterated, pain.

I checked the sun, I was only gone for two hours, but it felt like a lifetime. I picked wildflowers on the way to the gardens where I discreetly dropped the Fireheart under a stone bench, making sure it was hidden from view.

The gardens were tended, but not diligently, the staff was more focused on the interiors and the front area that was seen walking up, not on something that only the pack members would see. Better to keep up appearances for outsiders than worry about their own members.

I strolled through the packhouse, taking the front door like I always did during the day. I went to the kitchen and deposited the scissors.

“Such lovely flowers, Simone,” The head omega, Amelia, nodded toward me. Even though I knew her well I never got used to the pity that lined her voice whenever she spoke to me. She tried to hide it, or she probably thought she did.

But I knew that even the omegas believed who I portrayed. I should be happy that my facade held even with those that thought they knew me, but it still cracked something within me. The fact that no one actually knew me, not anymore.

“Thank you, Amelia. I was going to put some bouquets together and maybe press some or dry them to have them around,” My voice was soft as I shrugged, I looked down as if it was a bad idea.

“That sounds lovely, Simone. Is there anything you need?” She asked, and I nodded, thanking her for the supplies and the croissant she sent me away with.

I went up to my room and got to work. Pressing, drying, and putting together bouquets. It kept me busy, and I became lost in it.

Satisfied, it would be enough for today, I threw the linens in the laundry basket and washed my hands.

Now, off to see what else I could find out without running into the nightmare triplets.

It didn’t take long to hear Alpha Raymond’s booming voice reverberate off the stone of the entrance hall.

“But that’s not what they think.” He almost shouted.

“It’s a coincidence,” Luna Addison said softly.

“It doesn’t matter,”

“The river goes for miles,” Nolan noted.

I suppressed my smile and walked past them taken aback by the shouting. No one noticed me, and I scurried past the entryway hoping they would stop me, but they didn’t. Very well, I could listen.

“A hand, well an arm,”

“But it could have been the Beta’s, the Red Ridge One?”

“Unless he had three arms I hardly see how.”

“They could be lying,”

“Why would they?”

Silence ensued.

“Their son was murdered here, it seems like they have every motive to lie. They’re angry at us, they want answers that we don’t have”

I breathed, this was working out far better than I expected. To have both of these Alphas pinned against each other, especially the pack that was on the receiving end of my gifts.

I couldn’t have timed it better even if I tried. Decay could be so unpredictable, especially with the weather here and the constant changes of the river.

I guess the second one was starting to decay, I wondered if I tied his hands, but I was fairly certain that I didn’t.

I waited until the voices stopped and I heard footsteps, I turned around and bumped into Luna Addison on the way, she ignored me.

“I have something for you,” I said shyly extending my hand in front of me averting my gaze, “I picked them,”

She paused taking them from me, “Thanks,” she sighed past her confusion walking away, “Simone,” She signed, and I made my shoulders sag inward.

“I’m sorry,” My voice sounded small.

“Come sit with me,” She turned on her heel, and I followed her toward her office silently with my head hung failing to erase the smile that crept on my face.

I paused outside the hallway that contained offices and what I heard in passing was a library and a showroom of sorts. I had never been invited into her office or the Alphas.

I’ve debated trying to sneak in, but this place was usually crawling with warriors or omegas going in and out of the area.

The Alpha seemed to hole himself up in his office. There was no pattern as to when he would show up or how long he would be there. I gave up trying to figure out his schedule for more worthy pursuits.

“Come in,” She sounded annoyed as I stood in the doorway of her office. I folded my hands over my dress and walked in standing behind the chair.

“I’m working on moving my office to the extension, I need something brighter and more modern this is just so,” She shuddered, motioning to the office around her. The darker woods and stone did make the space seem small.

“However, I can’t trust those to accurately renovate it,” She sighed, “Three paint jobs, and they can’t get the perfect shade of mint green.”

I shook my head as if I sympathized with her and the incompetence of workers, even though it was probably her fault for picking the wrong shade.

She threw the bouquet on her desk, and my gaze followed her actions. She didn’t notice as she poured some clear liquid into a glass and then glanced back at me filling another one. She stalked forward handing a glass to me before downing her glass and refilling it.

She sat down staring at the liquid with a sour look on her face.

“Surrounded by men and their big personalities,” She leaned back scrubbing a hand over her face.

I sniffed at the liquid and took a timid sip grimacing as it burned.

“Sit,”

I did as I was told the glass clutched between my hands.

“I was so elated to have been blessed by not one but three boys. The Moon Goddess favors me,”

I tilted my head forward forcing my gaze to be curious and cool. She was favored by no one, especially not our goddess.

“Having such strong-willed boys, and my mate such a strong man,” I bit my lip, “But they don’t understand that my opinion is just as important as theirs.” She took a long sip.

“Maybe even more than theirs,” She scoffed, “But that’s the price I pay for being blessed.” She repeated.

Did she just want me here for her monologue?

“Did something happen?” I ventured.

“Another body part found,” She scoffed, as it was an inconvenience to her, “They don’t know who, but the blame is placed on us even though we are not the only pack upstream.” I grimaced.

“It washed up from the river?” I clutched the armrest as I took a sip of the burning liquid, it heated my cheeks, and I hoped I looked panicked.