Prologue

Clint glanced up as his fellow Alpha walked through the door of his office. "So, Director Fury, who do you want dead this time?" the archer asked, grinning at the dark-skinned man in front of him.

"I don't know why you're so smug, Barton," Fury lied, glaring at the younger Alpha even though they both knew the archer was the best sniper Fury had. "You're next target is the Black Widow," he stated, not giving Clint much time to interrupt.

Barton froze after opening the folder, his eyes locked on the picture of the red-head. His bond mark, just left of his sternum, burned as he looked at the green eyes of the young woman in the profile picture. 'Shit,' he thought to himself, leveling his breathing so he could control his Alpha thoughts. 'Why did my next target have to be my Omega?'

Natalia quickly made her way through the streets of Moscow, frowning as she watched the first snow of Winter begin to fall. She pulled the collar of her black duffle coat around her neck in an attempt to keep out the cold.

She groaned when she heard a few drunk Alphas and Betas whistle at her but kept her head down and walked quickly to her secure apartment. Suddenly a sharp stink course through her chest, her bond mark burning under the fabric of her dress and coat. The nineteen-year-old groaned at the knowledge the burning sensation caused.

Her Alpha was close...

So, what are your thoughts on this - I know, very short - prologue of this story?