Councils of all ranks, from high to low, crowded the hall. They had been convened by the Alpha because he needed to inform them about his acting Luna, and his parents would be notified as well.
Freya followed the King as he entered. The voices from Flarry's warning replayed themselves in her head as she went alongside him. "Are you sure becoming the acting Luna of the man you want murdered is the right course of action? Do you believe everything will turn out the way you had intended?” She tried pushing it out of her by pushing her head, but it persisted. “Remember that we share a goal and that you are mine, Freya. I will not spare any of you if you ever fall in love with him.” Having finally let those words go, she wiped her face. "Flarry, I refuse to fall for him. I will never fall in love with my enemy. This is my one chance to do the task you assigned me and exact my retribution.” She answered that way, and she meant it. She despises this man more than words can express, yet in order to obtain what she wants, she must appear composed. She was standing in front of the ministers, studying their faces intently to see if she recognized any of them. However, years have passed, and she can not seem to recall a single person from them. Placing his paw on her shoulder, Alpha Arthur stood in front of them. "I am here to tell you all that I have found a Luna," The hall erupted into commotion at that announcement. Everyone is aware that their Alpha has never desired a Luna, and even if he did decide to alter his mind, he would not be expected to choose such an arbitrary woman as his Luna. The chief minister walked out and bowed to him. “Elora's suitability for the throne has been acknowledged by Your Majesty, your parents, and the councils of this pack. Bringing in another lady to be your Luna is pointless; you can only make her your mistress.” He said, bowing to him. Between them, Alpha Arthur moved forward. "Should I make the decision or do you all have to? Who will remain with this "Luna," anyway? “That is not relevant, Your Majesty. A lady fit for the role is all that the pack is looking for—it is not only about love.” The deputy chief minister elaborated. He looked at every one of them. "No one has the authority to defy my wishes, and I still stand by what I stated. I shall have Elora as my mistress and Freya as my acting Luna. The person who bears the heir will be crowned Luna, and the other will become my concubine.” He said as he approached his throne. Freya grinned to herself. She will be at the palace and will be able to access anything that would help her exact her retribution, even though something about what he said last night has altered. She felt uneasy about the whispers in the hall since she was not used to the commotion, but she had to put up with it. And as a not-too-old man and woman entered the hall with a young lady, everything turned into a cemetery. She gazed at them, realizing that the young woman had to be Elora and that they were Alpha's parents. The woman stood in front of the ministers, who bowed as they made their way to their seats. The mother did not sit down; instead, she approached her son and gave him a hard smack across the cheek, which made the already silent hallway seem even quieter. “How many times will I tell you not to misbehave?” She tightened her fist and yelled. "You are not entitled to select your Luna. Just sit tight and observe, and remember that you have no option; it is up to me and your father to carry out that plan.” She gave him a heads-up. “What sort of mother embarrasses her son in the presence of the councils? Being the Alpha King of the pack, she ought to honor him at all costs. How come they crowned him when they knew he could not make decisions on his own? This family seems strange for some reason.” With a scowl, she turned to face the woman. Their gazes met, giving each other a fierce look. That face, her mother's closest friend, was still fresh in her memory, and seventeen years ago, her husband had been her father's Beta. She still has memories of them even though they are becoming older. Their son is the one about whom she is unable to provide information on how he entered the show. Perhaps he was always indoors, or perhaps they had no children at the time. As the woman approached her, she could tell by the expression on her face that she was familiar with her. "It is illegal to enter the palace after dark, and an orphan cannot be the Luna of this pack." Freya squirmed her face as she blurted. She had no doubts that no one saw her. "You will have to explain to everyone how you entered the palace because the gate guards all confirmed that they never opened the gate for you." Her skin sprang out in goosebumps. Although it would not be difficult for her to swiftly decapitate them, the moon goddess may easily take away her rights if she behaves carelessly. She took a quick look at Arthur, who was observing her from his throne. "I apologize, but you too will bear the consequences." Gazing at the Alpha, she pondered. "There is a chance the guards will not spot me or recognize me because he let me inside and I was here before the palace's main entrance was shut." Her appearance made her seem credible even if she was lying. Elora took a step ahead. “Your Highness!” She bowed to Arthur's mother. “That's a fat lie. I caught her climbing inside the palace via the fence." "Which leg did I use to leap that high fence?" Freya chipped in. She was captured, based on what she stated. She arrived clothed like a woman, but all thanks to the moon goddess. She was wearing a gown for the first time as an assassin, which gave her a more feminine appearance. The only problem was that Arthur had to loosen her hair because she had forgotten to do so. "Look at me closely. Do I appear like a man who can leap the fence?" "What else do you guys want to know? She already mentioned that I invited her." Alpha Arthur got up from his throne. The agony from the smack seemed to have dissipated, and he was already used to such things. But if this is the case, it is difficult to accept that he is the old couple's biological son. "I welcomed her inside the palace, which is why she will be the acting Luna regardless of what you all say. I made my decision, and nothing can change it." He commented. In fury, his mother bit her lips. “Arthur!!!” She yelled his name, but he ignored her. “What do you think you are doing?” She approached him more closely. "No matter how much humiliation you cause me, remember that I am now the Alpha King and have complete authority to make a decision. I have the authority to determine what will be and what will be disregarded." Arthur descended from his throne. "As she mentioned, I invited her, and she will be my acting Luna and Elora my mistress." Grasping Freya's hand, he pulled her with him out of the hall.Her eyes glowed as she glanced at Arthur. She was not sure if it was sympathy, rage, hate, or anguish for him. She closed her eyes to push the memory of his mother smacking him from her mind. "Are you alright?" With a nod, she responded to his question. "The next room is yours, so make yourself at home, and do not ever catch me off guard again, for I will not take your side for anything." He stated in her hearing. She licked her lips. "If I can't, what does that imply..." "I do not love you and do not intend to do so." He raised his head. She could sense the sorrow in those eyes, which made her wonder how long he had endured such humiliation at the hands of his parents. The fact that his father made no move indicates that he either supports it or that his mother is more strong than him. "I never wanted Luna, Freya, but I am doing this to have an heir to the throne. And because we met and you gave it voluntarily, I will make sure you are the mother of my kid." He approached his bed
Freya stood by the window, gazing out at the pitch-blackness that enveloped the entire area. She cast a quick glance at the closet, which had all of the clothing that Alpha had instructed the maids to bring for her. "I should acquire that file; it will not pass tonight." Shutting the curtain, she considered. A voice spoke to her at that moment. “Flarry!” She said, smiling subtly. "What strategy do you have? I want that jerk dead.” Through a mind connection, Flarry said to her. She let out a gasp. "Leave everything to me; I want him dead more than you do. I can not just kill him off so quickly; he need to endure the agony I did for all these years and then beg to die in my arms. Simply watch and see." She gave him her word. She is the greatest assassin Flarry has ever taught, therefore he trusts her. "Just make sure that nobody finds out who you are." "That is a vow!" She instantly disconnected the mind link and walked to the bed. She had left the palace in the evening on Alpha's or
It was late at night, so she was hesitant to mind-link Flarry, as she had previously thought. She needed to tell him about the file and the hair that had been removed so she could get some ideas from him, so she waited patiently until the next morning. As she prepared to open the door in the morning, she heard a guard whisper to another that the guards were gathered in the palace field and that they would engage in sequential combat with the Alpha. "Is he really that sad to be holding something like this? What if he gets killed by one of them who hates him?" the other guard inquired. She pressed herself against the wall so she could hear them clearly. "That is not possible, not in this palace," the guard who initiated the conversation answered, and they parted ways. Freya squinted as she considered what they had said. "Is it really possible for something like this to happen? Then it means he has a foe watching him." She raised her eyebrows. "Since he is my bait, I have to save him f
She was well aware that Arthur would not be able to evade the motion of the assassin in disguise who was pursuing him, not even with the two swords he was holding. Since the warrior shares the same movements as the other assassins Flarry trains, she assumes that he is an assassin. Additionally, since she is the only assassin under Flarry with a special kind of swordplay, Flarry does not have complete control over her. "I can not watch you die while I still have not gotten what I want. I must save you, or my time in this palace will come to an end and I will be unable to obtain the royal file." She stood up from her seat and stepped into the field, causing commotion among those watching. Realizing that she would not make it to the field in time, she pulled out the sword of a standing guard and hurled it straight at the assassin in disguise. The assassin's sword struck the sword, causing it to fall to the ground. The assassin turned to face her, their eyes meeting, but she could feel
"We will complete everything at night!" She knew they were leaving the room after hearing that last statement, so she hid in a corner. She continued to snoop around to find out their identities and appearances. The doctor left, and a young man with a white beard trailed behind. A flash of memory crossed her mind. She remembered that face, that beard, being stroked the instant her mother was lying on the ground, stabbed. It was him, the leader of the gang assigned to kill her parents. He did it, and now he is chasing her as well. She shook her head, thinking, "I wonder who he killed thinking that it was me. I will not let you go unharmed since we crossed paths again. We will see each other tonight." She emerged from her secret alcove and started making her way to her room. She has a ton of work to do. She must look in Luna's room for the file, after which she must take action regarding the buried corpse and her past. “Flarry, “ she mind-linked him. "How can I make my background more
Anger flooded her veins as the assassin started to dig the grave right in front of her eyes. She thought, "I do not care, Arthur; you can do your worst when I return—but do not cross the line so you do not lose your life tonight." She pulled out her sword and spun around to charge the assassin, who was already feeling pursued. A sword duel broke out between them as he brandished his weapon. They glared at each other, their swords colliding and crossing each other as they exploded with rage. She withdrew, reaching for a knife she was holding in her left hand, slashed at his neck, and jumped forward to meet him. Rather than retreat, he ignored the wound and charged at her, swinging his sword, to which she answered with a clang that reverberated through the shrub. "Retreat!" she yelled at him. However, she was met with an unexpected blow to the face that knocked her to the ground. He moved forward brandishing his sword, and she fell backwards ... ..and as soon as she was upright, she l
Freya stayed in her room until after nine in the morning. She was still in there, staring at the ceiling while lying on the bed with her legs propped up against the wall. All she was bothered by last night's events—the maid, then the assassin. Though her instincts prevent her from thinking positively, she wants to think that they are not spies. "It is likely that she is using them to trick me because she recognized me." She reminded herself once more. However, thinking back to the chats Luna had with the assassin prior to his departure from the house yesterday, it did not seem like she was taking advantage of him, and the maid dressing down to protect her is evidence that they are real. "Is she aware that it was me? And that I am an assassin?” Shaking her head, she turned to face the opposite end of the bed. "Now, how long has it been? Were they here because they had to save me? But, if that assassin is real, why does he work for her?" At that moment, she remembered the last thing t
It dawned on her that Arthur was not dressed like a king as she strolled beside him and observed how people were staring at them. She gave him a tap. "Is this a fun way to go out?" He chuckled. "I want people to respect and avoid me, but I do not want them to know that I am their king." She grinned and thought, "Better for you, since it will soon be known by everyone that the throne is not rightfully yours." He nodded when she told him, "It is okay to dress up in order to meet people." Pausing, he gestured toward the bar. “Let's have a drink. It will be enjoyable to discuss drinking outside the palace for the first time in a while.” She gave a shoulder shrug. "I can not carry you to the palace if you are drunk; I just hope you can handle emptying multiple bottles." "If I get drunk, I will just sleep in there because we will pay for a room there." Though she did not think it was amusing, he thought it was. “What about your mother? Won't she be mad at you?” She inquired, knowing w
Three weeks later,“The Alpha King is dead, she's just hiding him in his chamber.”“The ministers are bothered to enthrone a new King since she's still pregnant….”“It is said that she killed him to avenge the death of her parents….”Rumors are spreading around the Pack, and Freya is the most haunted about it. There is a secret not even she knew, but that would come to light when it's due. She doesn't wish for all her hard work to be in vain.If Arthur doesn't wake up—even if it would be a miracle, she would be a loser. It has been finally exposed that the maid who claimed to be bearing the Alpha’s child is an impersonator and is Elora. For accusing the King and impersonating, her penalty is death, and the ones that had her backed up, including the Beta, Flarry, and his men, the Ministers, will all be executed.But, one thing has to be sure. The only one who would order the execution is the Alpha King. he needs to wake up, to save Freya from that hell, or they will all succeed, thereb
At first, Freya was furious. But when she reasoned that it must be a trick as such gibberish came from the same maid she was suspecting, she decided to go talk about it privately with Arthur. “Leave!!!” She commanded the maid before her and headed towards the Alpha's room.Entering, she didn't believe her eyes. Arthur was lying lifeless on the floor. She rushed to him and shook his body constantly…. “If this is a prank, just end it and open your eyes.” she shrieked, trying to open his eyes. “Pupils dilated. What is wrong with him?”She studied his pulse and it was faint. “His body is chilly—” she bit her lower lip. “Arthur!!!” her voice resounded in the room. “Geralt!!!” she repeated, breathing endlessly. “This isn't a joke. Call the physician…” she ordered and struggled to get him up until he was laid on the bed.She stood some feet away from the bed, staring at his face. “What is wrong with him? His face is becoming pale. He was just fine minutes ago….” she was panting, trying to be
The secluded building was as quiet as usual. Freya's footsteps reverberated in the area as she walked in with her sword in her palm. Her eyes trailed around the room, knowing that whoever eavesdropped on her conversation with Arthur must surely be hiding in a place.“Reveal yourself before I find you—” she stamped her sword on the floor. “Now!!!!”Elora quivered. She would spit out her heart if time weren't taken. She would have been mindful if she had known that Freya would come after her. When she arrived, she reached the well to see Arya there. Her eyes were tied up so she couldn't see a thing but observed that someone came around.She didn't bother to speak since her aim of coming into the palace wasn't to save her. She learned how the rope was tied and it happened to be a tough one, and noticing that Freya was after her made her dodge to save her life first.“You won't come out right?” Freya laughed and walked to the well. “Make sure I don't see you again. If I do, you will regre
Elora was disguised and sent forth to the palace. She came a long way with the Beta to the way that would lead her into the Pack fully. She turned to meet Beta's eyes, “Be strong alive, and wait for me.”He sniffed and patted her shoulder. “I'm worried about you more….”“Don't bother. I will be fine. They won't know that it's me.” she assured him and pulled him closer for a kiss. “Freya is tricky, so I will be very careful and make use of that opportunity wisely.”He caressed her cheek and then bid her goodbye.She didn't stop walking until she entered the palace as a palace maiden. One would think she was there to only do as Flarry had ordered her, but it was her only time to do what brought her back to pack. First, she needs to create enmity between Freya and Arthur and then be able to strike with that opportunity. She entered the palace and reached the kitchen. Flarry had told her that the captured maiden who was still caged was posted in the kitchen, so she would have to go there
Before Flarry and his men, Elora and the Beta were tied up, too. They kept wincing in pain, pleading to be rescued, but Flarry was deaf to their plea. He was trying to get an idea of what to use them for.He knew they were banished, and if they were on good terms with Arthur or Freya, it wouldn't happen. “Killing them isn't a nice option either. It's a waste of strength….” he said to himself, looking up to meet their gaze. “They might do a better job to save Arya.”“We already told you our motives, and you assured us that it was the same as yours. Why then would you tie us up? Do you think we will betray you?” the Beta voiced out. If only he was with just a single sword, it would have been better. He was already intending to get one once they went into the market since his sword was taken from him as it was the palace’s property.Flarry gulped. He was lost for words.“Just untie us so we can settle things. Unless you are still in love with Freya and are enraged that we plot to kill he
The next day, Freya came into Arthur's room very early in the morning to see him still lying on the bed. She tapped his thigh. “It's morning already, won't you wake up?” she gnashed her teeth. “He's still that lazy….”“Who told you?” he peeped at her, stretching his limbs. “I am never lazy. I was being that way to steal your heart then, but not now. You wouldn't even accept me if I'm weak.” he yawned and sat up on the bed. “When did you leave the bed that I didn't get to know?”She scoffed. "You sleep so much that I can drag you out and you won't even know.”He shook his head. “You lie! If I was that way, then you would have killed me even before my parents.”She smiled, seeing him defend himself in all aspects is proof that he was becoming mature enough to be the King without being intimidated. “Fine, I just had a peek of the ministers and they are all shivering due to the cold. Leaving them to die there will cause your people to be against you, so I would prefer that they be thrown
About an hour after the fight with Flarry, Freya decided to go meet the maiden whom she's sure was Arya. She goes into the room to see her breathing quickly. “You must be so hungry that your breathing accelerated…” she squatted before her and wiped her nose ruthlessly. “Mates!!!”Arya lifted her face, having a scowl. “You must be jealous that we are mates….”“And you must have known about our relationship that you quoted that I'm jealous of.” she scoffed and rubbed her palm on Arya’s hair. “It's also a pity that he wouldn't even care if I kill you here. That won't stop him from attacking me either, not until he gets what he wants. So you can see, being his mate changes nothing. If you die while helping him, he will have another woman for himself.”Arya clenched her teeth. She hates it that Freya was talking ill of her lover, but could still reason out of it. Why isn't Flarry here to save her despite knowing she is in danger? Just like Freya said to her, she is worthless to Flarry and
Stamping the edge of his sword constantly on the floor, Flarry felt shattered. He didn't expect the ministers not to achieve what they had gone into the palace for. Arthur was a weak King to him and he believed that the ministers would be able to control him no matter what.He lifted his head to face his right-hand man, “Why should I believe that the puppet King arrested them all? Is it even that possible? A plea from the ministers is supposed to weigh him down that he will have no choice…..”“Freya is his strength!!!” the young man replied, sitting on the floor, his legs coiled up. “She emerged and startled them all, ready to kill them until Arthur interfered and stopped him. She must know that you staged it all…..”Flarry dropped his sword on the floor. “That wench! I just regret not killing her from the beginning……”“If it had worked out like you planned, you wouldn't say this.”“What then should I do? I need that file to overthrow Arthur. Once I successfully do it, Freya will be p
When the sun had set that same day, Arthur was already back and had discussed how everything went with Freya. He was taking a nap when the loud noise that kept reverberating in his ear forced him to sit up.He focused, to know if the noise he heard while asleep was real or his hallucinations. His brow arched when he realized that it was the voice of the ministers. “What is going on out there? Is it also written in the Pack constitution that the King will never rest?” he grimaced.Several times, he wanted to force himself to get back to sleep again but couldn't. It looked like they were screaming in his eyes once he laid back on the bed.“Who's there?” he screamed, and a guard came in and got to his knees. “What is going on out there? Or am I beginning to hear things?”The guard shook his head. “The Ministers are protesting in the front of the hall chamber.”“Why? Did anybody die?” he climbed down from the bed gently since the guard failed to answer his second question. He put on his r