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

assembly.Why are you so slow? Are

the trainees stood straight

special treatment from their own packs, had to learn

haven't arrived yet,"said a lycan who

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

who fail to follow the

me so happy I nearly

they spoke of were

paid his respects to the person

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

come here to inspect the

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

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

trainees saluted him in

while his eyes scanned

sharp that

yet to report for the first

Carson informed him.

Carson was an iron-fisted

he was as submissive as

"I see..."

the trainees

go and find them

to find that bitch himself? While I gazed at the prince's handsome face, I became so jealous that

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

wiped the sweat

didn't even

merely glanced at Carson, and the drillmaster immediately stopped

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

Jennifer's POV: 

I remained locked up

different methods, but we still couldn't open

solid, and I didn't want to destroy

whistling became more pressing, I started

going to get in trouble because of this?" Skylar started

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

that

the back, gently

wandered around the room for

window, but our

from that height would be courting

just when we were feeling quite desperate, I heard

the door and started banging my hands against

in the

nervous made

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

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

door to my room

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

us expressionlessly, and I couldn't tell what he

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

forward, and we bowed

downstairs for the

Anthony glanced at me

"You're already late."

him, probably charmed by

speak, she muttered,