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