MY MATE IS A CONTRACT KILLER
His name is Christopher Elijah William. Alpha of Red Moon Stone, the most fearsome pack among wolves.
He is known for his cruelty, ruthlessness, rudeness, and most importantly for his maniac ways of torture. But he always craves for a mate who is fearsome and has all qualities of being the Luna.
Her name is Annie Walters. She is living a simple ordinary life. Working in a very small firm as a typewriter. Average looks, always wear glasses, an Introvert and wear granny type clothes.
But she has other personalities too. The personality no one knows about. Being an orphan made it easy for her to conceal her other personality from others very easy.
What happens when these two come face to face?
What will Christopher do when he knows that he gets a weak human as a mate?
What will Annie do when she will get her new job as Christopher Elijah William’s new Secretary?
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** SNEAK PEAK **
“Sir, Please Let me go” Annie whispered yelling at his new boss who is standing so close to her that he almost invades his private space.
Christopher near his face towards her neck and inhales deeply. Taking in her scent while securing her shoulder in his hands.
He balls his fists and then looks into her eyes.
Then he distances himself from her breathing heavily.
“Get Out” he shouts.
Annie hurried towards the door and was about to open it when he suddenly grabs her waist from behind.

My Mate Is A Contract Killer

As soon as I enter the room, my phone rings. A smile forms on my face as I see the name.


It is my friend Ruby. As I pick up the call, I hear her question.


“Hey girl, got fired from your job or not”.


I raise my eyebrow and ask nonchalantly.


She laughs and says “come to the club at 8 in the evening. We have got another job”.


After that, I take a long steamy bath and recall my meeting with Mr. Jones, my ex-manager


An angry male voice sounds inside “Come in”.


As soon as, I open the door I see the grim face of the manager and feel the tense atmosphere.


Mr. Jones starts as soon as I enter the office.


“Annie Walters, you have been in this company for almost 6 months. But there is not a single month when you have completed your reports”.


I stand there silently, head down. I am used to it. After a brief lecture, they will fire me from my job.


“Miss Walters, we need hard-working employees in our company and you always procrastinate on your work. So, you are fired. You don’t need to come to the office from tomorrow onwards”.


“You may go now and pack your stuff”.


As I start to pack my office, other employees or say my ex-colleagues exchange looks and make funny comments.


Then I hear the clinking sounds of high heels and I know who it is.


“Annie, I told you many times you should have to work harder. Now see, you are fired and we lost you”. She sighs dramatically.


She misses me. I inwardly roll my eyes. I know there is more she wants to say to insult me. so, I do not pay attention to her and continue to pack my stuff.


“Now, who will carry our stuff, copy and deliver documents and complete my work. We have lost our free worker”. She pouted her lips dramatically.


All staff members laugh as soon as she completes.


These people have the lowest humour level. I mean she didn’t say anything so hilarious that you have to laugh.


I complete my packing, turn to her and give her a tight smile.


She waits for me to say something but I just brush past her and enter the elevator and leave.


That was the last time I would ever enter this company.


I finish my bath and wrap a towel one around my torse and one to my wet hairs.


After changing into my comforts, I eat some fruits with a glass of milk.


Although I am skinny, I have the stamina to move an elephant.


I glance at my clock which shows it’s 6:30 in the evening.


I grab my jeans and t-shirt and change into them.


The bar is almost an hour far from my house. But you can’t underestimate the evening traffic.


As expected, the traffic is terrific. But I don’t stick in traffic for too long.


I scan the area and see Ruby sitting near the bar sipping on her drink.


I walk toward her. As I go further in, the males look at me with awe, need, and lust, and the females with jealousy.


I am not in my usual clothes. That look is my disguise. No one knows who it is behind those old-fashioned granny clothes and thick black framed glasses.


I don’t need glasses to see, I have curves to die for and long black hair.


But I need to disguise myself to blend into commoners. No one can know who I am.


Chapter 6 Fired From Job