Chapter 5: CAUGHT, CLAIMED… AND RUNNING

Samantha’s POV “My mate,” the Alpha whispered, his voice smooth as silk and just as dangerous. I couldn’t see his full face behind the mask, but his scent—wild mint and lemons—and that husky voice were enough to pull me toward him like a damn magnet. No. Nope. Absolutely not. Every instinct in me flared. Enemy territory. I was trespassing, exposed, and bonded. And hell no—I wasn’t about to die this young. I was too beautiful for that. And yes, my virgin hymen was still very much intact. Thank you very much. This was not the time to start a romance arc. Cue life hack #102 on what NOT to do when caught red-handed, aroused, and emotionally compromised by your dangerously hot assassin mate holding a gun to your chest while your best friend is off having a tree-trunk make-out session nearby: RUN. So I did. Like the professional idiot I am, I whipped my ninja rope around the Alpha’s legs, yanked hard, and sent him crashing to the ground. With his Beta rushing to help him, I bolted. Of course