Eileen’s POV

I step out of the shower and dry my body with a fresh towel. A hot shower took away most of the strange smell. I spray a little perfume on my neck just to be safe.

The black, lace lingerie I wore earlier tonight is now torn into pieces, discarded on the floor. So I put on a bathrobe. Before leaving the bathroom, I take a quick look at my own reflection in the mirror. Half of my chest is exposed and covered in hackies and brutal sex marks.

I push open the bathroom door and go into the bedroom.

A naked corpse is lying on bed.

Blood is dripping down from the open cut on his throat.

I walk over to the bedside and take a moment to admire my own masterpiece. His face is frozen on a horrified look, eyes and mouth wide open. I guess he was shocked as hell when I slit his throat.

Nevertheless, I’m his mate, a weak and powerless girl, the last person he expected to kill him on this entire planet.

I’m not very comfortable with the way his corpse stares at me, so I shut his eyelids with my hands and throw bedsheet over to cover his body.

Checking the time, I ran to the door and exist my crime scene.

The hallway is empty and quiet. He drove away all guards earlier to make sure we have the entire floor to ourselves to go wild.

But I know those guards are still around.

“Hey you!”

A voice comes behind me when I summon the elevator. Turning around, I see a man walks out of the corner.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

I’ve had my excuse ready. “The Alpha asked me to bring some ice and creams.”

“Maids can do that for you.”

He seems wary. I put my hands to the back and reveal my chest, allowing him to see those sex marks on my body.

“…Alpha told me to,” I murmur lowly, blushing. “He doesn’t want anyone else to disturb our—play.”

A hint of embarrassment comes across his face. He doesn’t say anything else and even holds then door for me when elevator arrives, “Kitchen is in the basement, miss.”

I thank him with a smile.

And just like that, I meet no obstacles leaving his packhouse. Within half an hour, I have arrived at the forest, where my families are waiting.

“Father, I’ve completed my mission.” I kneel before the man upfront and says, “Night Howl Pack’s Alpha is dead.”

My father places a hand on my head, like he is petting a lapdog. He seems pleased.

“Good job, Eileen. You are the best hunter in this family.”

I hear Joan sneers coldly at father’s side. She despises me. She thinks that I brought shame into this family.

And she has every right to think that.

I’m born with a special gift. My scent can mate to every male wolf. Father adopted me when I was little and trained me to become a hunter.

I don’t have a strong physique. I’m not good at fighting either. Even my wolf is weak. She spent most times sleeping in me.

Yet despite all my weaknesses, I still managed the highest strike number among all children.

I can easily seduce men to bed by pretending to be their mates and kill them while their willpower is the weakest.

So far, I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve laid with and how many lives I’ve took.

Father speaks up again, “Children, this is a night of victory. But a stronger target has appeared. Cold Fang Pack’s Alpha, Sid Alick.”

Everyone gasps in shock. Rumors say that this young Alpha is strong as a beast and cruel as a monster. The most difficult target by far, for sure.

“Who is ready to make me proud?” father asks.

“I am!” Joan is quick to answer. She is always willing to impress father and overshine me.

“Good, Joan. Prove yourself to be a better hunter than Eileen. You have this family’s blessing.”

All children bury their heads down and murmur “bless you,” including me.

I can never understand why Joan is so eager to kill. But if she wants to deal with that monster Sid Alick and takes the weigh off my shoulder, so be it.