“Who was that?” Freya inquired when she noticed that no one was at the door any longer. Sera was obviously upset by the way she slammed the door and by the way her face was sculpted—something was not quite right. She stood up, arms folded and resting on her chest. "Will those frowns provide answers to my questions?"Sera shook her head. "What I witnessed right now is simply so horrible," She raised her head. “You won't believe Luna disguised herself as a maid and brought in your nanny. She probably wanted the nanny to see you and make sure you were the Princess, but she can not tell me to send you outside because of the way she is dressed….else I may reveal that she is the Luna, something she would like the nanny not to know." Her feet froze on the ground and her face remained twisted.Biting the side of her mouth, Freya scoffed. “My nanny? That means, the woman nursed me right?”Sera nodded to her question."That indicates that she is aware that I am the Princess already. As the nann
As requested by Freya, Sera had left the Palace with Lucien. Alone in her chamber, she tended to herself and made decisions about who could and could not enter. The way things transpired made it hard for her to continue caring about Arthur's well-being. The last thing she would do was tell Flarry anything, as she knew full well that he would want her back without complicating matters, and she was preparing for anything that may arise at the palace.There was a quiet click, the door opened without a knock, and Luna entered as she was making her bed. Releasing the bed sheet, she approached her, grasped her hands, and led her from the room. She remarked to her, "Knock and I will consider letting you in or not," before closing the door.Her facial expressions made it clear that she was annoyed and did not care as much about anyone that happened to cross her way.Before she allowed Luna inside, she knocked again. She strolled back to the bed to finish what she was doing and said, "Go stra
Arthur walked and sat near her, but she moved to avoid making contact with him. He chuckled and tried to grasp her, but she released him. “Why are you suddenly avoiding me like this? You should have forgiven me by now, and know that I am not bringing anyone in here no matter what."She gave him a smirk. If only he understood that he is not her concern at the time."Freya, I acknowledge that I made such comments, but I retract them. I am not bringing her in here—I am not even interested in her anymore. Do you get it?" He continued, but she remained silent, thinking about the crucial problems she had to settle. "Stop making a mockery of me by remaining mute while I do my utmost to ensure our peace. I detest it that you have been avoiding me recently and it is no longer a joke," he complained, his face furrowed.She groaned and eventually gave him a glance. "But I enjoy the fact that we live together without speaking to one other. At the very least, I shall lose my affections for you bef
Freya had left the palace to go to the Red Fangs Pack before Arthur, who had spent the night in her bed, could wake up the next morning. At last, it got to the point where she stopped being afraid that Arthur would discover who she was. If he discovers she is an assassin, it will be for the best, since he will have to decide whether to abdicate his reign upon learning the truth or accept his death at her hands.She smelled Flarry as she made her way through the woods. She stopped, glancing around. "It has been a while since our last meeting; could you maybe pardon me for not caring anymore?" she said, hoping he would respond, but he didn't.She pressed her arms to her chest. "Since you helped prove my innocence, I became so enraged that no one cares about me. I was so stupid to forget you and, maybe because I was losing the game and needed to be alone.'' She took a step forward. "I sent away the maid and guard that have been waiting for me to take care of it alone after that wench dis
It was the day of the festival. After her chat with the deputy chief minister, Freya had left the Red Fang Pack, promising to return, but she secretly knows that she will not be going back. It would have been nicer if money had been provided since Flarry would assist her, knowing that they were on their way to achieving their goal. After taking the gown that Arthur had bought her, she gently traced her eyes over it before letting it fall to the bed. She could not stop thinking about what she was going to do at that point. One thing she cannot do is leave the Pack and never come back. Since no one recognizes her as the Princess, she will be put to death for entering the palace and attacking the King. “So should I just let them have the throne? Arthur isn't even going to last long on it…” her fist clenched. "I must thwart Luna's schemes...,"She got up and started getting ready. “That means, I will have to leave the palace, but return as a rebel. First, I will rebel against the Red F
She admired the width and exquisite artwork decorating the main gate of the palace as she stood in front of it. She scoffs as she moves closer to the fence, hoping to avoid drawing attention from the guards, and then she leaps inside the palace compound. Seventeen years have passed since she left this mansion. A day that is constantly a nightmare and one she will never forget. That day, she lost her parents at the hands of the pack's ruling family. Freya is the Alpha Princess whose parents were murdered seventeen years ago. She is the little girl who ran for her life after witnessing her parents die. She ran into the woods, having nowhere else to go, and ended up as a rogue. Freya has been living as a secret assassin for seventeen years, carrying out missions for people just so she can survive, and she has promised to avenge her parents' deaths at any time so she can reclaim her throne. She is now on a mission to eliminate the Alpha King of the Oasis Pack. Alpha Arthur is the son o
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 i
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