Andrea's POV

I drove at 90 mph through the Colombian countryside after my Vacation to Washington state.

I'd achieved all I set out to do and with all necessary preparations planted within Loren's territory, everything is ready.

His men may be more disciplined and loyal than mine but my plan is smart and unpredictable. The Alpha has no idea what I was really doing in his pack and it might just give me the edge.

I'd also seen his mate again. I couldn't deny how good it felt to hold her, feel her beautiful body in my hands and watch as she shudders and cowers away from me, completely helpless. She used to be so fierce and confident but I turned her into a shivering wreck within seconds. It was satisfying to watch but nowhere near as good as it was going to be when I kill her...when she is finally truly mine.

The fear that will be in her eyes, the way she'll beg, the way she'll plead.

But she has to die first.

Before her Alpha, before her kids, before her pack.

It is Alpha Loren I will leave until last and him who I want to suffer. She may have run from me but only because of him.

We could have had a life together. We could have been happy.

But because of her mate, we never could. For as long as she lives, she can never be mine because she will always love him. So she has to die because I have to have her. She has to be mine.

I'll put my hands on her throat and watch as she struggles. For just a moment, I'll have complete power over her. She won't be thinking about anything or anyone else. And then the life will drain away and the last thing she sees will be me. The last things she feels will be me. The last thought she has will be me. She'll be mine forever. No more opportunities to escape, no more second chances.

I finally reached the drive to my new house. I stepped out the car and threw the keys straight at the closest man before marching inside.

"Señor," he said running to keep up with me.

"What?" I snapped.

"There's a man here to see you," he replied, slightly out of breath.

"Who? I'm not expecting any visitors," I said, not bothering to slow down for his sake.

"Luciano Megestanis," he replied.

I suddenly stopped.

He was able to catch up and I heard him breathe a sigh of relief which was immediately retracted as I turned to face him.

"And why is he not dead?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He gulped and shifted his eyes to the floor, "He says he has an offer."

"I don't take offers from traitors. Where is he? I'll kill him myself," I growled turning back towards the house.

"In your office," the man called.copy right hot novel pub