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

assembly.Why are you so

trainees stood straight and lowered

had to learn to obey orders now that they

haven't arrived yet,"said a lycan

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

who fail to follow the rules will be severely

happy I nearly cheered

spoke of were obviously

paid his

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

have come here to inspect the new

attendants, strode to the front of the team with

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

saluted

while his eyes

gaze was so sharp that some trainees ended up holding their

yet to report for the first

Carson informed him.

us, Carson was an iron-fisted

he was as submissive

"I see..."

looked at the trainees with a

and

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 that I couldn't

bothering to search for a slave? "Mr.Jones, it's just two trainees.You don't need to find them

the sweat

didn't even

at Carson, and the drillmaster

Anthony leave for the dorMs.When he was far away, everyone started to breathe easier

Jennifer's POV: 

locked up in my

different methods, but

breaking down the door, but it was very solid, and I didn't

pressing,

in trouble because of this?"

took me a lot of effort just to make it here.I don't want to get

not that serious.Don't

her on the

the room

considered jumping out the window, but

from that height would

feeling quite desperate, I heard

anyone out there?" I ran back to the door

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

nervous made me

door to listen for any sounds from

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

after, the door to my room swung

the door, I felt so relieved

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

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

and we bowed to him to

downstairs for the

glanced at

"You're already late."

stared at him, probably

she muttered, "We've been framed,