Hundred and Thirteen

AALIYAH

Haphazardly, I gather the content of the envelope, the seal, and the wrap in my hands before hiding it beneath my table, where no one will suspect. Matter of fact, none of the alphas seem to care about areas like this, making it all the more secure.

Straining my eyes and senses for the umpteenth time to be sure it's as discreet as I make it appear, I move away from the area.

Perspiration creases my palms and drips down my chin, it's almost as if I can hear the noise it makes like an iced lake. Hector would be back in no time and sooner or later, he would demand the letter.

He's not going to know except you fill him in. My wolf assures.

Right, I sigh, a bit relieved. But then again, I remember the guard. Shit! He would definitely spill. In moments like this, you get to see the reasons assassins kill innocent people, no secret should be left to the open for whatsoever reason.

But in this case, I’m not an assassin even though it would be an obvious plus to be one.

What am