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 y