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SHADOWS WITHIN

AVA is a dangerous killer with a troubled past. She grew up in the Assassins' gang, where she learned everything she knows about seduction and murder. AVA is very good at what she does, and her knife has never missed its mark. AVA is not perfect, though. She can't get rid of her past, so she always looks over her shoulder because she's afraid of getting caught. When Alpha Storm, the head of the most conservative pack, gives AVA the job of killing him, she knows it will be her most dangerous mission yet. Storm is a strong Alpha who is not easy to trick. But AVA is set on finishing her task, no matter what it takes. She will use her looks, her wits, and her ability to kill to attract Storm and get close enough to him to kill him. But as AVA gets to know Storm, she starts to wonder why she is doing what she is doing. He's not the monster she thought he was, and she starts to wonder if she can really kill him. AVA will have to choose whether to follow her heart or her orders in the end. Will AVA's evil lead her to kill Storm? Or will she be able to make things right and save him from her own darkness?

Christabella_Clara · Fantasy
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85 Chs

CHAPTER 23

Storm's eyes were narrowed as he tried to comprehend why I was in his room at night, standing over his bed. He looked around perplexed, and it was only in the moonlight that I could see the path his eyes took to the door and back to me.

I gasped as I saw water trickle from his wet hair down the exposed skin on his chest, rolling slowly over it like film until the teeny, steady droplets vanished into the towel that was slung low over his hips. A part of me wanted to reach out and touch his strong muscles and his wide, prominent chest, which was twice the size of mine. I just tightened my hold on the candle instead.

Storm clung to his towel even more before asking the query I had been anticipating from the time he emerged from his restroom and discovered me here.

I just stood there and stared at him with my mouth open, then I looked at the door, then I looked back at him, our gazes kept by the gloom of the moon's eyes. "Aoife, what are you doing in my room?" he asked.