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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 orders, claiming to be visiting and saying farewell to a friend, but her true intention was to steal her assassination gear. She pulled them out, selected one to wear, and replaced the others.

Before she started getting dressed, she made sure the door was locked. Taking hold of her sword and mask, she walked out the window.

Upon arriving at the Alpha's window, she looked to see whether it was locked, but the curtain was the only covering. Carefully climbing in, she crouched in a corner to make sure he was sound sleeping. She started the task when she thought it was time to raid the room and obtain the royal file.

After carefully opening each drawer in the room and inspecting the closets, it was not there. She looked around the room in all the hiding spots, but she saw nothing.

"There is no way it could not exist here given that he is the Alpha." She moved toward the bed and studied his face intently as he slept soundly. “Poor thing! I am still worried whether they are your parents." She let out a sniff.

She was taken aback by the king's loud roar, which caused her to stumble. She had to take a step back for a bit since she was so startled. “What is wrong with him? A nightmare?” She leaned against the wall, not moving to keep him from waking.

However, he was aware of the image-like leaning against the wall as he was already awake.

Freya saw as he sprang up from the bed, took out his sword, sheathed it, and aimed it at her. “What brought you in here? Who are you?” His voice shot straight through her ear.

She bit her lower lips. "I could not get caught when I could not find the file, and I did not want to wake you up." She also pulled out her sword. She was coached to avoid speaking at all costs.

"It implies one thing for you to be able to enter here without being detected. You had best turn yourself in before I force you to, as someone in this palace sent you after me.” He murmured, advancing toward her.

She gave a headshake. "I refuse to give up! Never!!” Shrugging her shoulders and advancing quickly to his back, she growled as she swung her blade in his direction. Her sword rested on his neck as she seized him by the neck. "You cannot be visited by an assassin and escape unharmed.” He was severely hurt when she pulled her sword and struck his throat.

Grabbing her by the cloth, Alpha yanked her from his back and slashed his sword across her material, causing it to tear apart and pierce her skin.

"I knew it—he is just too powerful." With that notion in mind, she kicked him so hard in the stomach that he collapsed to the ground, moaning in agony as she ran out the window.

He pointed to the window as the guards entered after hearing his voice. “Go after him! Make sure he doesn't leave this palace.” They obeyed his orders and departed via the window.

Quickly, Freya, who was in her room already, undressed. In order to protect herself from exposure in case the wound continued to bleed, she walked into the bathroom carrying the first aid box.

"Where will the file be now that it is not there? His parents might be with it since they're controlling him.” She covered the wound after giving it some thought.

She heard a knock on the door just as she was ready to leave the restroom. "He probably wants to see how I am doing, but I locked it." After a few knocks, she narrowed her eyes and proceeded to the door, opening it. Like someone who has just woken up from a slumber, she stretched herself.

"You allow the maids to check on you while you are asleep by not locking your door." She nodded in response to Alpha Arthur's words. "I apologize for waking you up; I did not want to, but the door was locked and I could not stop banging."

"Do not put me in charge of a maid; I am OK. I don't need any.” She nodded, licked her lips, and looked down at his neck. "There is blood on you!"

She dragged him inside the room and made him sit. “How did you get a cut by this time?” She inquired while feigning concern. She took the first aid kit and started cleaning up the blood.

"His swordsmanship is more like that of a warrior, therefore I will assemble all of the warriors tomorrow and play a game with them to uncover the perpetrator quickly." He elaborated.

She let out a gasp. "I am a woman, dickhead. This is only the beginning." She paused before bandaging his wound. "I will watch the fight tomorrow as well." She would not want him to inform her or to attempt to avoid being present.

“No problem!” He stood to leave the room, and she offered to accompany him.

"Biting and patting an opponent is the greatest method to deal with them. You will have finished sucking their blood by the time they notice you have been biting them." She hopes it works out for her too since it is what she believes in.

When she saw him lying in bed, she exited the room, intending to follow the corridor and listen in at every doorpost.

She passed the first, second, and third rooms after hers, and as she approached the fourth, she heard noises from that direction. It was hard to distinguish between the male and female because of how low their voices were.

Using her Alpha wolf hearing powers, she chose to investigate, and the result left her looking shocked.

“My hair? How did she get it?” She remembers Luna pulling her hair during the day, and her brows knitted. "She wants to use it to do a paternity test?" She gave a headshake. "That is not going to happen. She can't find out who I am.” She quickly made her way back to her room.