Page 2 of The Accidental Assassin's Mate

“Hammer briefed me,” I said. “But not for this.”

We walked into the dormitory and living spaces part of the compound. There were bunk beds and cribs and cotseverywhere. Despite the number of people, everything was neat and tidy. I even spotted some toddlers putting away books and toys under the guidance of an omega.

“Everything is in its place,” I commented.

“It is. We work hard to keep order. Otherwise this place would be chaos, and goddess knows they’ve had enough chaos and uncertainty in their life. Pop-Tart runs the schedules and meal duties–even the classes and most of the inventory.”

“Damn, y’all call him Pop-Tart too?” I laughed.

“Y’all, huh? Forgot you were from the South for a minute.”

“The accent comes and goes. I’ve been far away from home for a long time, but get me talking about something good to eat, and it comes in full force. That and a cute omega.”

Tyrus laughed. “There are supplies to unload. Let’s go.”

We spent the afternoon being directed by Pop-Tart on where to put things. He’d come in with a load of supplies and food for everyone here. They took good care of these omegas. Someone should.

If anyone had seen hell in this life, it was them.

Doing inventory and helping Tyrus and the team out here at the warehouse was fine. It passed the time.

When Hammer called, I dropped everything.

He’d saved my ass back in the day and it was the least I could do.

I busied myself getting to know some of the omegas I would be teaching the next day. A lot of them were eager to learn computer skills and I’d taught classes at my clan, mostly to high school kids, but the method still applied here.

Damn, Hammer had really done it. He was making a difference in this world and in the lives of these omegas. I should’ve come sooner.

I took a break to go outside. The lion and the hyena were coming from the opposite direction. I assumed they were running or checking perimeters.

“You want on the schedule for perimeter checks?” Pop-Tart asked, sidling up to me.

“Yeah. Anything to keep busy.”

He nodded. “Sure thing.”

I stepped forward, noticing something in the tree line. “Is someone else running?” I asked, turning to the lion and the hyena who were now on two legs again.

“No. Just us. Why?”

“I saw movement. There.” I pointed to the trees but there was nothing.

“Probably just a deer or something.”

I cocked my head, taking in the scents all around me. There were so many that it was hard to decipher one from another. That was no deer. Huh. “Maybe so.”

Chapter Two

Raven

I shouldn’t be doing this.

It was the only thing they asked for, and I’d made a vow—they’d never see or hear from me again after they helped me.

They didn’t need to help me in the first place. To this day, I was still shocked that they had. If I had been in their position—or if my late mate had—they’d be dead full stop. But that was what made them better than we were…than I was.

If they had let me be, let me run, I’d never have been able to stop. And really, running wasn’t going to be much of a help, not really. All those assholes would’ve had to do was look on their phones to know exactly where I was. I’d been set free to die, and I deserved it and so much more.

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