The Millennium Wolf: King Of Alphas

🌹You're Mine And My Possession🌹

A Dark Romance Novel.

Written By

Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella

PROLOGUE

The chill ringing from her phone woke her up, picking it up without checking the caller ID. Anyone calling her through this number has a job for her. It's the number she uses if anyone wants to contact her or rather her assassin name, Mr King.

"Yes."

"Mr King, you have a job," A male voice said almost immediately.

"What kind of job do you have for me and before you proceed, know that I don't kill children." Samira told him. She knew how her voice would sound at the other end, a man's voice with rough edges. She had made sure she changed her feminine voice to a male voice with a rough deep baritone. No one could guess the person they are always talking to is a lady.

"I need you to kill someone for me, he is not a child."

"Who is he?" Samira asked.

"His name is Zinedine and he will be attending a birthday party tonight. It's to lure him out, we know what we did before he agreed to attend this birthday party, so don't fuck it up."

The warning the man added in his long sentences made Samira's lips twitch up a bit.

"Well, does this Zinedine have a last name?"

"There is no need to mention his last name, you will know it's him once he comes to the party. He won't announce himself but the people there will do it for you."

"How much?"

"20 Million dollars."

Samira mouth parted in shock, this is the second highest money paid for killing a client, the first one was a Mafia drug Lord and she was paid 15 million dollars to eliminate him and now this.

"I know you must be shocked by the amount I am willingly to pay to have him killed, he's a tough guy, so be careful."

Samira snorted as she couldn't help it, careful her sexy ass.

"Send me my full money, you know Mr King doesn't do half payment now and balance later."

"I know that's why you are the perfect one for the job," the man said to her. "Before I forget, the birthday party is strictly by invitation so I am going to send you a copy of an invitation card to your Gmail address. You know what to do with it."

"Send me my complete money and I will start getting prepared."

"Mr King, no matter what, he has to die toni-"

Samira didn't let him finish his words and cut the call. Checking her clock, it was 2pm in the afternoon and at that same moment an alert came to her phone. Her lips lifted up at the corner.

Dividing and transferring money to all her accounts she has with her real name she checked her Gmail account next. She always made sure she didn't leave her traces behind. Mr King is a ghost and a ghost he shall remain.

The invitation card had been sent, she quickly printed it out with her printer she had in her room. For someone killing for a living, the place she was staying was a one room apartment with kitchen and bathroom.

Holding the birthday party invitation in her hands, she hummed to herself. Operation killing Zinedine is on.

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It was 8:30 pm and she was already at the premises of the so called celebrant, she wouldn't deny the mansion was magnificent but she wasn't here for sightseeing. She was wearing a strapless long shiny red elegant dress that reached her feet which was made of tiny diamonds and red ruby, bringing out her curves, the side of the dress was silt up to her thigh and wearing a stiletto heel strappy red sandals to match. Her brown hair was let down with a bit of make-up on her face. She was holding a Cleopatra Clutches which cost her $400,000 dollars. She needed to look expensive.

Showing the guard outside the mansion her invitation card, he allowed her in. She ignored the flirting smile the guard had to her and focused on the inside which was already filled with people of class. She was here on a mission and that was why she was dressed to kill.

The sound her heels were making attracted some curious eyes to her and she gave them her killer smile. She knew she was beautiful without being told. Looking at the men and ladies, some were eye-fucking her while some of the ladies were glaring at her already. Wow honey it's not easy to have this body of hers and face, she smiled at the lady who was dressed the most and who men were flocking around her, without being told that is the celebrant. She shifted her gaze from the celebrant and wondered among the men in here, who could be the one that called her this afternoon. She walked up to an empty artylife sofa and sat down, crossing her legs and used her wolf hearing abilities to check if anyone would mention Zinedine's name. She had made sure she covered her wolf scent with the perfume a witch friend of hers gave to her. She could sense her fellow wolves but she pretended not to notice.

All of a sudden, the aura of the room changed as the door opened and a young man of 20 years walked in, wearing loose ripped jeans and t-shirt unlike the men in here that are wearing expensive suits. Everyone was staring at him.

Her heart skipped a beat and not because of how handsome the young man was but recognizing who he is. She heard the whispers which confirm her fears, he is indeed Zinedine, but the name she knew him as wasn't Zinedine. Whoever that had placed a hit on Zinedine must also be powerful.

The celebrant was approaching him with a sexy smile on her face and Samira wanted to scratch that smile off the bitch face. She can't kill him, how can she kill a wolf, not just any wolf but a Millennium wolf.

She stood up immediately to get out of there but her bag chose that moment to fall down with a loud thud bringing some attention to her including Zinedine.

No, no, no...

She saw his eyes widening in shock which made her realize he remembered her. He began to move towards her with her name 'Mira' on his lips.

She didn't wait, she ran out without looking behind her. She ran to where she packed her bmw range down the street, she unlocked it and was about to open the driver side of the car when his hand stopped her.

"Sweetheart." His voice sent shivers down her spine in a good way but she hid it.

"Don't call me that." Samira groaned.

"My love."

"Or that."

"My Dream Girl."

"Even that."

"Mi Tesoro." meaning 'My Treasure' in Spanish.

"What do you want?" Samira finally asked, turning to look at him, they were so close that their lips were almost touching. One of his hands was on her waist and the other one was cupping one of her beasts.

"Why do you keep running away from me Mi Tesoro? Now that I have you here with me again, I won't let go of you forever."

He kissed her passionately.

❤️ Ghosted ❤️

It was almost 9:30 pm and Samira was seen coming out from a shopping mall with some groceries in her hands. She headed towards a blue Nissan Qashqai car, opened the boot and threw her shopping bag filled with groceries in and closed the boot. And soon she drove off the premises of the shopping mall.

It's been eight years, eight good years since she ran away from Spain to hide somewhere in Australia. She has been living the life of a ghost and intends to keep it that way for a long time if possible. It's very impossible for anyone to track her down with her old name, Mr King, she is one of the best hackers, the very best, and had made sure she cleared her conversation with the person who paid her 20 million dollars, in fact she cleared any traces of Mr King. To the underworld crime Lords, Mr King is dead.

Eight years ago, she couldn't resist the charming Zinedine no matter how hard she tried to and they ended up having sex in the five star hotel he was staying in. No, she chooses to call it a one night stand because she won't be repeating it again. In their world of wolves, waiting for the moon goddess to choose a mate for you wasn't part of them, when you have come of age you choose who you want to live your life with. And unfortunately for her, the young King of Alpha's who had taken a fancy of her since they met the first time. He was a king placed on a high pedestal and she was someone just ordinary, sometimes she wondered why he had chosen her.

She turned off her car's ignition when she stopped in a small house. She had bought the house immediately when she came to Australia, almost outside the city she was residing, she loved her privacy. No light from the house was on.

Stepping down from her car, she paused and looked around her, she felt something was wrong immediately, her instincts never lies, and took a long sniff in the air. With her wolf nose she could smell blood and her eyes widened in fear, no, no, she had left him at home. She ran towards her house and when she tried to open the front door, it opened effortlessly, making her breathing stop.

Her skin lost all color, eyes unblinking, trying to process what it was showing her. Her lips parted in silent surprise.

"You're back, did you get me anything edible? I'm hungry." A voice brings her back to reality.

And she closed her lips and swallowed hard as she stared at the state her house was in.

She had run away and changed everything about her including her name so that Zinedine wouldn't be able to track her down but how wrong she was, because since the past seven years she has been living with his miniature who had always constantly reminded her of Zinedine. The night she had spent with Zinedine had resulted in her pregnancy after a month she had failed to kill him at the party. Not knowing what to do since the people who had paid her had been tracking her, she had no option than to become a ghost. Digging out a freshly new dead body at the cemetery and putting him in her Bmw with her phone she uses for contacting Mr King and setting the car on fire. Mr King was dead and gone.

She had promised herself never to cross paths with Zinedine again neither will he know he has a seven years old son from the one night stand they both had who is just as merciless as his father. He has the millennium blood running through his veins after all.

There were like four headless dead bodies in her living room. The four heads were arranged in lines, ignoring the blood littering around. She moved to her son and stopped short when she saw a fifth body under the boy's leg.

His mouth was gag and his hands were tied, so tight that it was a miracle that they weren't falling off.

"What happened here?" Samira asked.

"He and the others," he began kicking the man under his feet who groaned in pain at the impact, "Threatened to take me away from you after they forcefully let themselves in. I wasn't angry when they let themselves in without my permission but I was angry when I was threatened. I pleaded with them politely to leave, mum, very politely and they refuse to listen to me." He answered with a quiet voice.

It made her remember the day that young Zinedine had saved her, that day she saw why they were afraid of him.

Yes, Zinedine was a monster and his son took after him.

❤️ Going Back Home ❤️

"Really?" Samira asked with raised brows, looking at her son in a way that screams 'I don't believe this shit you are telling me one bit.'

"Really really mum." He replied with a mischievous smile. "Anyway, I kept one of them alive for you to question."

"You did good son," Samira said as she rolled up the groaning man on the floor and made him sit down. And switch on the light. "Why did you switch off the light?"

"It was fun."

Seeing the face of the man, Samira knew they were humans without being told. She removed the gag from his mouth and grabbed his throat as her hand turned to her wolf claws, seeing that he wasn't a bit surprised or scared, she knew they knew about the existence of wolves and were working with them.

"Who sent you?" Samira demanded, tighten her hold on his neck a little bit. "If you don't talk now the show that my son put on will be nothing compared to what I would do to you." She added and released a bit of her claws on him as he began to cough.

"Samira, I have long to behold the face of the girl that would have driven Zinedine insane and I am not surprised, you truly are a beauty to behold." the man said which made Samira growled but something else registered in her mind.

"You know my name?" She asked in shock.

"Of course, we do. You are the only one who Zinedine had followed out that night, didn't you think they were watching him, watching you how you followed him to his hotel room. When he didn't die that night and Mr King wasn't reachable until his sudden death, my boss continued to investigate and soon came to know the body wasn't that of Mr King but that of a young man." The man explained.

"So why are you here then? You think I am Mr King?" Samira couldn't help but ask, if they know; whoever it is that had called her that day to kill Zinedine, then she must go into hiding again.

"No, my boss says getting you might be a step close into finding Mr King because Zinedine didn't die that night like he planned,"

"Still yet I don't know why you are searching for me. If Zinedine followed me out of the party it is no one's business."

"That's where you are wrong, Zinedine has followed you out and he has been searching for you ever since which brings curiosity to my boss who then takes a liking to you and wants you for himself now, looks like he is going to first Zinedine this time around."

"You and your boss should go fuck yourself." Samira growled.

The man chuckled.

"He must be crazy." Samira didn't know she said that out aloud until the man in front of her replied.

"Oh yes, he is crazier than you think Samira, you don't mess with him."

"Who is your boss?"

"Now wouldn't that be cheating, just follow me and I will take you to my boss to meet him. Telling you who is, he is cheating and I do not tell on people."

Dismissing his words, she is going to find out who this boss is whether he tells her or not.. "You are a human and you are working with the wolves, isn't that low of you?"

"When there is a huge amount of money involved you wouldn't think of that."

"You know you will die, right?"

"I know, but you know you will be captured, right?" The man said her words back to her and continued when he saw her confusion on her face. "You think me and my men are the only ones here? No, I have a chip on me which the rest are using to track me down as we speak. This has been fifteen minutes and since I haven't contacted them, they will be coming here. Oh, did I forget to tell you that I had given them your house address before I and my men came inside." He told her and began laughing. "My boss can't wait to have you on his bed and as for your son, well I am not sure what he will do with him since he has a resemblance of Zinedine. And the first time Zinedine would meet this fucked up boy from hell is when they will deliver his body to him. He will curse you."

"You bastard!" Samira yelled and released her claws hand from his neck which turned back to her normal hand and with it she punched the laughing mad man on his face. The force of her punch bent the man's head backwards in an awkward way, breaking his neck in process. He was dead. She grabbed her hair as if she wanted to pull them out and muffled her yelled somehow.

"Mum, what are we going to do?" The voice of her son snapped her back to reality, she had forgotten about her son. She knew he was going to ask her some questions later but right now he is asking her what they are going to do since the dead laughing mad man had said more of them are coming. If she was the only one, she wouldn't mind; she would have stayed and fought them, but she now has a son and keeping him safe from all this is her top priority.

"Hiro, I need you to stay where you are and not touch anything, do I make myself clear?"

Hiro nodded his head and watched as his mother went inside her room and soon came out with a 5 liter gallon that had white liquid inside. She opened it and began pouring it on the dead bodies. With the way the bodies were melting and burning, Hiro knew it was acid.

Samira was done and went to pack a few of her things into her bag, the most important things and that of her son with their passports.

"Let's get out of here," Samira said, grabbing hold of her son and running outside towards her car, opening her front passenger door and waiting until her son gets in before shutting it after him. She ran back inside the house, pressed somewhere at the wall which a small side of the wall slide opened and some buttons with numbers attached to it were seen, she typed in some words and the wall slide closed, before coming outside to put her bag and her son own at the boot, talking some snacks that she and him will eat along the way.

She entered her car and gave Hiro the snacks on her neck and ignited her car and drove off. Once she had put a good distance between her car and her house, she brought out her phone and pressed a red button which was showing on it and the loud sound of explosion was heard behind them.

"Where are we going now mum?" Hiro asked, opening a pack of one of the snacks and started eating, putting some in his mother's mouth.

"Spain son, we are going back to Spain."

"Okay, what are we going to do there?"

"I have a friend there who will allow us to stay over." Samira answered well, until she killed this 'boss' which she knew was the man who had hired her.

"I thought you said you don't have anyone, friends or families." Hiro asked.

"Well this friend of mine is exceptional and you are too young to understand somethings, Hiro."

For the remainder of their journey to the airport was quiet until they packed not quite close to the airport. Once they were inside the chartered private jet she had paid for with their belongings, she pressed that same red button which exploded her car.

She is going back home and she hopes not to meet Zinedine for the time she would be spending in Spain.

Hiro was full of thoughts. Who could be after his mother and who is Zinedine? Whoever they are, he is going to find out. He looked at his mother's worried face and hate to.see her worried look. He is going to hack into her friend's laptop to first of all know who Zinedine is.

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SAMIRA BURNING HOUSE:

An hour later at the burning house, police vans and firefighters were outside the burning house, they didn't notice the fleet of SUV driving past the house.

In one of the SUVs, there were four men inside it. Three of the men were putting on black suits while the fourth one was putting on a brown suit and was on the phone with someone.

"She is gone boss and the humans are dead." the man in a brown suit said.

A deep chuckle was heard at the other end of the phone. "I love the chase."