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

you so slow? Are

the trainees stood

were used to getting special treatment from their own packs, had

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

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

fail to follow the rules

made me so happy I nearly cheered out

were obviously Jennifer

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

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

come here

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

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

the trainees saluted him in

response while

was so sharp that some trainees ended up holding their

to report for the

Carson informed him.

Carson was

Prince Anthony, he was as submissive as a

"I see..."

the trainees

and find them

was going to find that bitch himself? While I gazed at the prince's

it! Why was the prince bothering to 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 even

glanced at Carson, and the drillmaster immediately stopped

for the dorMs.When he was far away, everyone started

Jennifer's POV: 

I remained locked up in my

different methods, but we still couldn't open the

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

became more pressing, I started to

going to get in trouble because

effort just to make it here.I

not that serious.Don't

patted her on the

wandered around the room for quite a

but our dorm rooms were too high

height

were feeling quite desperate, I

ran back to the door and started banging my hands against

out there? We got locked in the

nervous made

pressed my ear against the door to listen for

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

after, the door to my room

side of the door, I felt so relieved that I nearly

However, he looked at us expressionlessly, and I

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

forward, and we bowed to him to express our

downstairs for

glanced at me

"You're already late."

stared at him,

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