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?"

walked over

first assembly.Why are you so slow? Are you asking to

the trainees stood straight and

special treatment from their own packs, had to learn to

arrived yet,"said a

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

to follow the rules will

me so happy I nearly cheered out

of were obviously Jennifer and the bitch next

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

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

here to inspect the

attendants, strode to the front of the team with

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

trainees saluted him

response while his eyes

that some trainees

two trainees have yet to report for the first

Carson informed him.

Carson was an

Anthony, he was as submissive as

"I see..."

looked at the trainees with a

go and

Did the prince already know that Jennifer was one of them? He was going to find that bitch himself? While I gazed at

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

wiped the sweat on

Anthony didn't

merely glanced at Carson, and the drillmaster immediately stopped

he was far away, everyone started to

Jennifer's POV: 

remained locked up in

but we still couldn't open the

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

became more pressing,

are we going to get in trouble because of this?"

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

that serious.Don't

patted her on the back,

around the room for quite a

considered jumping out the window, but our

height would be

just when we were feeling quite desperate, I

to the door

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

made

against the door to listen for any sounds from the other

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

the door to my

other side of the door,

he looked at us expressionlessly, and

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

forward, and we bowed

downstairs for

Anthony glanced at

"You're already late."

at him, probably

hearing him speak, she muttered, "We've been framed,