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

to getting special treatment from their own packs, had to learn to obey orders

who haven't arrived yet,"said a lycan who was responsible for

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

who fail to follow the rules will

declaration made me so happy I nearly cheered out

were obviously Jennifer and the bitch

knelt down on one knee and paid his respects to the person who had

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

must have come here to inspect the

the front of the team with a

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

the trainees saluted him

while

gaze was so sharp that some trainees

to report for

Carson informed him.

us, Carson was

Prince Anthony, he was as submissive as

"I see..."

the trainees with a

go and find them

wanted 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

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

the sweat on his

didn't

Carson, and the drillmaster immediately

dorMs.When he was far away, everyone started to breathe easier

Jennifer's POV: 

and I remained locked

tried many different methods, but

it was very solid, and I

the whistling became more pressing, I started

get in trouble because of this?"

me a lot of effort just to make it here.I

not that serious.Don't

her on the back, gently reassuring

around the room for quite a

considered jumping out the window, but our dorm

that height would be

just when we were feeling quite desperate, I

there?" I ran back to the door

We got locked in the

nervous made

to listen for any sounds from

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

long after, the door to my room swung

who stood on the other side of the door, I felt so relieved that I nearly burst into

he looked at us expressionlessly, and I couldn't

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

and we bowed to

for

glanced

"You're already late."

openly stared at him, probably charmed by his

speak, she muttered, "We've