Semua Bab Luna Freya, The Vengeful Assassin : Bab 1 - Bab 10

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

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

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

"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

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