The Assassin s Mate

Lighting struck across the moonlit sky, followed by a crack of thunder that momentarily made the werewolves surrounding Alpha King Conroy and Amelia Whittaker deaf.

The moon was full, shining brightly as it signified the mating season for the werewolves. Other wolf packs were probably coupling and rejoicing but not the Valerian hybrid werewolves.

The rain splattering down on the muddy ground splashed dirt onto Amelia’s frilled, flowing, virginal-white gown while sweat mixed with dirt dripped down Alpha King Conroy’s shirtless torso to the waistband of his black leather pants that tightly hugged his muscular thighs.

“You can’t do it… Please, Amelia.” He protested. Everyone in his pack was present, his cousin Arian who is his beta and second-in-command included. An Alpha wasn’t allowed to be weak not in front of the people he was meant to protect, but Conroy was close to breaking.

“Watch me, you bastard! She snarled.

“Your parents weren’t innocent, they kidnapped wolves from my pack, they…” His voice choked on the last word.

“I don’t fucking care! You fucking killed them!” she pounded her fists on his chest, her blows felt like feathers tickling his shoulders.

His cousin, Beta Arian in his human form moved towards both of them as though he wanted to intervene, but Alpha Conroy raised a palm, stopping his movements.

“Do what pleases you…Mate.” His voice was thick and gruff with unshed tears as his heart was ripping in two. The pain was horrible and tripled because he could also feel the torment rolling off his mate in waves.

He felt disappointed and angry at himself. He caused this. He had done this to both of them. He had caused this anguish and he would pay the penance.

He could be ruthless sometimes but he was a noble wolf.

“Before the moon goddess, I reject you Alpha Conroy, a fucking murdering scumbag as my mate!”

Alpha Conroy fell to his knees in the sodden earth of the forest and howled.

The other wolves in his pack also knelt and began howling, mourning with their Alpha king.

The pain coursed through him. He wanted to die… He felt as though his heart was being shredded and then stuffed back into the ripped cage on his chest and his lungs struggled to draw in oxygen.

He, Alpha King Lucas Conroy, had been rejected by a human.

But how did he get here?

How was the powerful king reduced to a gasping and hurting mess of an Alpha?

1500: The beginning

It was during the medieval times when humans waged wars against each other, trying to forcefully take control of their lands due to their insatiable greed, creating swords and arrows to harm one of their own. And the supernatural ones watched from their own kingdoms which were segregated from human life until they couldn’t take it anymore. They couldn’t keep watching those fools harming and betraying their own species.

So one beautiful morning, the human species woke up to a new rule, a new regime led by the supernatural. Before then, the humans never believed in the existence of witches or werewolves and vampires but they had to submit to their newly enforced leadership or be killed.

Few decades later, the humans got used to serving their new werewolf kings.

While the Valerian kingdom was ruled by werewolves, there was a small village named Chorleywood ruled by a human. The human leader, Alan Whittaker, had a small family comprising of a baby girl, Amelia and his wife, Catriona.

The cottages in the Chorleywood village snuggled under deep covering of fog, with only their roofs left visible. Peat-smoke rose from small chimneys to merge with the crisp wind.