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 to

are you so slow? Are you asking to

stood straight and lowered

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

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

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

fail to follow the rules will be severely

me so happy I nearly

were

paid his respects to the

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

here to inspect the new

attendants, strode to the front of the team with a

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

the trainees saluted him in

mumbled a response while his eyes scanned

gaze was so sharp that some trainees ended

trainees have yet to

Carson informed him.

was an

Anthony, he was as submissive as a

"I see..."

trainees with

and

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

for a slave? "Mr.Jones, it's just two trainees.You don't

wiped the sweat on his

didn't

Carson, and the drillmaster immediately

he was far away, everyone

Jennifer's POV: 

remained locked up

different methods, but we

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

the whistling became more pressing, I started to

to get in trouble because of this?"

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

not that

patted her on the back, gently

room for

the window, but our dorm rooms

height would be

feeling quite

I ran back to the

got locked in the room.Can you do us

nervous made

my ear against the door to listen for any sounds from the

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

after, the door to my

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

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

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

and we bowed to him

for the

glanced at

"You're already late."

at him, probably

she muttered, "We've