All Chapters of The Alpha and His Rouge Assassin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

At dawn,A heart was tornShe realized love was a pawnBefore the day turned to morn’No time to fawnShe must sang free her life’s lorn&

Scarlett sharpened her knives with precision. The act had become so natural to her that she could do it blindly. She stroked her loyal knife over and over on a brick of stone from the edge to another edge.The trick to sharpen knives is to hear the sounds they make. The sound of metal grazing a stone. For Scarlett, who had done this a million times, she could recognize the sound change when her sharp knives became evermore sharp. The sound also helped her to not overdo the sharpening. Knives at the edge of breaking usually give off a slightly higher-pitched sound. They also give off more sparks.With this experience,

It was some time after midnight when she finally decided to do the final act. She had watched Trey slept for a while. The man’s breathing had settled into a rhythm, that was when Scarlett knew that the man was already deeply asleep.Still in a gecko form, she crawled into the floorboard. Then quietly, she changed into her human form. Her naked human form. She could only transform her body, not her clothes.She took several silent steps near the bed, taking one dagger from the table without making a single sound. Her breathing was almost non-existent, a technique she learned in her early childhood. She

Trey almost barged inside the inn’s owner’s room naked if Ryan had not stopped him.“What has gotten into you?” asked Ryan. Trey must have looked so agitated. It was unusual for Trey. He was a werewolf, yes. But he was always a cold and calculating werewolf. Not the kind of werewolf that would chase after a girl naked. “Who is that girl?”Trey put on his tunic fast and he zipped his pants while he strode down the hallway. He used his sense of smell to locate the inn’s owner’s room. It was the only room on the bottom floor. Trey banged on the door multiple times.

Scarlett’s expression stayed neutral as the fireplace poker touched her forearm skin. She was breathing calmly. Both of her arms were chained to the ceiling. While both of her feet were chained to the floor. She was in one of the punishment cells in the basement of the guild’s ‘secret’ building.They called it ‘secret’ because no one had been able to find it for years. They were proud of its secrecy. Only invited assassins and thieves who were given a few clues were able to find it. And when they do, it was either surviving against their test to become a member of the guild or die.