Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)
Chapter 149 - Super Spy Agent Lomdi

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 - Super Spy Agent Lomdi

Back in my room at the Oak Knot, after the proprietress simply handed me the key to finish out the rest of my previously paid for stay... I took the time to make sure the room was quite secure. Then I disrobed in the bathroom and turned into my hybrid form.

> Cooked chicken was good, but this bird is good too. Nice fat layer. Maybe even better if it was cooked, but still amazing! <

Vrika and I gorged ourselves, leaving no part of the bird behind. The bones really make me want to find a butcher’s shop so I can have access to more delicious marrow. And also that I have a rabbit skull waiting to look up bone broth recipes...

After a refreshing shower, I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my phone. After making a short grocery shopping list, I started staring at the mysterious message from BoundaryKeeper that had come in while I was in the forest.

BK: [ Package delivery. Discrete location. Will send coordinates and details when you return to the city. ]

I needed to know what this person wanted. Even though it would be nice to just ignore their existence, they are unlikely to leave me alone after going this far already. Taking a breath, I finally typed back a response.

C: [What kind of package?]

The reply came within minutes and interrupted my nervous game playing. A string of numbers that link to the map application on the phone. I start to tap and figure out just where it is this person is trying to lead me, but another message comes in before I do.

BK: [Solution to a problem you have. Vossden Central Station, locker 217. Pin code will follow on your arrival.]

My fingers curl and press around the device in my hand. The number doesn’t feel like a coincidence. The room at this motel is also... 217. They are showing me how much they know about my situation.

"Are they playing a game? Enjoying my discomfort. I’ve met many fox nobles in court that were what this world would call *sadistic*. And that was only in my own faction, let alone the other shifter races."

> But... problems that I have? I have so many. Which one could it be talking about, I wonder? They know I’m a werewolf - probably even the pack I’m rogue from. How can this not be a trap? <

C: [What’s the cost?]

BK: [Zero. Consider it an investment. In your future cooperation.]

My curiosity was getting the better of me. But neither my newfound Composure nor the Intuition seemed to be helping me hold off. Not that I trust the system fully, but I would at least think for longer if those were giving some indication.

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Within an hour, I stood in the main hall of Vossden Central Station. A construction that, in some architectural respects, puts my kingdom’s palace to shame. The arched ceiling is so high that I’m not sure if even werewolf strength could throw most things to hit it before gravity won.

> And the whole thing is also essentially a small mall area. Like the airport terminal food and tourist stores that Helene knows from some movies and television. Probably all expensive. <

Travelers waiting for their train schedules sat on hard looking bench rows, some with suitcases and some just with books or computers. A sign for the locker area suggested that it was tucked into a side corridor... monitored by security cameras but relatively quiet.

> At least if this goes sideways, there are witnesses around. <

C: [Send the code.]

BK: [8080. Bring the briefcase back to your room before opening.]

"Briefcase..."

The instruction about opening it privately was probably just common sense - public places weren’t ideal for examining mysterious packages from shadowy contacts. But it also made me nervous. If it was an explosive or some sort of chemical meant to neutralize me...

> But that seems so roundabout. If they knew where I slept, why even bother going through all this? They could just send a team of assassins. <

I sigh deeply in my mindscape, especially because Vrika is just sitting there without being very alert. The warm slab it has to rest on now feels like it might be making my wolf spirit much too easy going.

> I’m not sure if those spy novels your former partner read are worsening my paranoia about how people may be after me or not. Just keep your ears and nose open, okay? <

The locker was chest-high, painted an off-white like all the others. I glanced around, confirming that no one was especially paying attention to me before I then tapped in the code. A beep and a click alerted me alongside a green light that I can open the door

Inside was a sleek black case made of a hard plastic. The kind that screamed that you are either carrying around important documents or perhaps a handgun - and the urge to find out which it was immediately was quite strong!

I closed the locker door and walked back through the station as casually as possible, though the fairly heavy briefcase felt like it was broadcasting my insecurities to every camera. But no one looked twice at a young woman with a fairly small piece of luggage in a train station.

The walk back to the Oak Knot took me through quieter residential streets. I kept changing directions randomly, using reflections in shop windows to check if anyone was following. Old habits from sneaking around the palace, though there were less clear reflections to use back then.

> Modern glass is quite impressive. <

By the time I reached the motel, I was reasonably certain I’d traveled this way completely alone. With the briefcase sitting up on the small table... I centered my breathing as I examined it more closely.

No obvious manufacturer markings, but the craftsmanship spoke of money. The heavy sound it made when placing it on the surface spoke of solidity as there was never a real feeling of things moving around inside it.

Dual combination locks with four digits and strong looking latches... opened to a simple combination - the same number from the train station. BoundaryKeeper seemed to have wanted me to access this easily.

> Maybe I should have sent a message first and made sure. What if it had some sort of anti-tamper mechanism? Like melting whatever was inside. <

The lid lifted with ease and I found myself staring at something taped in a plastic bag. Something that I hadn’t expected. Official-looking documents... with my face on them. With my name on them.

"What the..."

I lifted out what was clearly a driver’s license. The photo was definitely supposed to be me - even with twintails. The name read [Citra Lomdi] with an address I’d never seen... and an issue date of six years ago.

Social security card. Birth certificate from some hospital that isn’t even in Vossden and definitely not where Helene was born. Credit history printouts showing years of responsible payments to cards and services. My hand shook as I examined these other items.

"They made me a fictional history. They made me a legal person."

This was a complete identity. Someone who could rent apartments, buy farm equipment, open bank accounts - visit a damn public library after signing up for a card there. Just exist in all the small ways I’d been locked out of since arriving in the city.

Beneath everything was a note in precise handwriting and a card with a Fox Run sticker attached. Exactly... how far are they trying to frighten and creep me out with their knowledge?

[Welcome to legitimate existence, Ms. Lomdi. Your credit score is 720, your driving record is clean, and you’ve been a model citizen since graduating high school. I did put in a small sealed juvenile incident, just to make you seem interesting.]

> That explains the Dine and Dash Police Report document... I could have gone without being burdened with such a fake history! <