Outcast: The Alpha King's Beloved

Barbara's POV: 

The she-wolf I just befriended was Anna of the Red Sun Pack.

She was the daughter of her pack's Alpha.

She spoke elegantly as expected from one who was born to a noble family.

There was a world of difference between her and a bitch like Jennifer.

Once I won Anna's favor with a little flattery, we had a nice chat.

I planned to get all the she-wolves on my side in order to isolate Jennifer.

As soon as I entered my dorm room, I heard a whistle coming from downstairs, and then the announcement about the emergency assembly followed.

When Anna and I passed by the door to Jennifer's room, I noticed that Jennifer was occupied with another she-wolf who was with her in her room.

I also noticed that the key to her room was still inserted in the lock.

I suddenly had a great idea.

I quickly closed the door of her room and locked it.

Imagining Jennifer getting anxious and desperate made me extremely happy.

"Anna, remember that bitch.Her name is Jennifer.She's a member of my pack, but she is a slave."

I locked arms with Anna as I continued to belittle Jennifer.

"She has sticky fingers.She also seduced the werewolves of our pack.Her private life is a mess."

"Oh my God, she sounds so awful!"Anna exclaimed in surprise.

"But what you said makes sense.I knew there was something off about her.And you know what, Barbara? I hate promiscuous bitches the most!"

"She really is a bitch." My lip curled in disdain.

"We should teach her a lesson."

"You just locked her up in her own room.Isn't that too light of a punishment?"Anna said with a smirk.

"A bitch like her deserves a more cruel method."

"We have time so there's no need to rush."

The corner of my mouth rose in excited anticipation.

Anna and I were on the same side.

From now on, Jennifer was going to have a difficult time.

Anna and I headed downstairs and rushed to the training ground.

After hearing the whistle, all the other trainees hurried to the training ground as well.

Some of them were still wearing their indoor slippers.

The drillmaster in charge of training us was a man named Carson.

He wore a black training suit with a serious expression on his face.

Carson was said to be a very strict drillmaster.

"Is everyone here?"

over to

you so slow? Are you

the trainees stood straight

used to getting special treatment from their own packs, had to learn to obey orders now that they

there are two trainees who haven't arrived yet,"said a lycan who was responsible for checking

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

the rules will

happy

were

one knee and paid his respects to the person who

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

have come here to inspect the

accompanied by two attendants, strode to the front of the team with a

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

the trainees saluted him in

a response while his eyes scanned our

was so sharp that some trainees

yet to report for

Carson informed him.

us, Carson was

Prince Anthony, he was

"I see..."

at the trainees with a lackluster

go and find them

to find them in person? Did the prince already know that Jennifer was one of them? He was going to find that bitch himself? While I gazed at the prince's handsome face, I became so jealous

search for a slave? "Mr.Jones, it's just

wiped the sweat on his

Anthony didn't even

merely glanced at Carson, and

watched Anthony leave for the dorMs.When he was far away,

Jennifer's POV: 

remained locked

methods, but we still couldn't open

the door, but it was very solid, and I didn't want to destroy public property on my

more pressing, I started to

going to get in trouble because of this?"

effort just to make it here.I don't

that serious.Don't

patted her on the back, gently

wandered around the room

window, but our dorm rooms

that height would

when we were feeling

anyone out there?" I ran back to the

out there? We got locked in the room.Can you do us a

nervous made

to listen

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

the door to my

the other side of the door,

was Prince Anthony! However, he looked at us expressionlessly, and I couldn't tell

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

bowed to

for the

glanced at me

"You're already late."

openly stared at him, probably charmed by his

she muttered, "We've been