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

this, the trainees stood

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

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

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

fail to follow the rules will

me so happy I nearly cheered out

of were obviously

Carson knelt down on one knee and paid his

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

come here to inspect the

attendants, strode to the front of

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

the trainees saluted him in

response while his eyes scanned

gaze was so sharp that some trainees ended up holding

have yet to report for the first

Carson informed him.

us, Carson was

he was as submissive as a

"I see..."

trainees with a

and

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 jealous that I couldn't help stamping

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

the sweat on his

Anthony didn't even

glanced at Carson, and the

the dorMs.When he was far away, everyone

Jennifer's POV: 

locked up

different methods, but we

very solid, and I didn't want to destroy public property

more pressing, I started

going to get in trouble because of

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

not that serious.Don't

her on the back,

the room

but our dorm rooms were too high

that height would be

when we were feeling quite

ran back to the door and

anyone out there? We got locked in

nervous made me

door to listen for any sounds from

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

after, the door to my room swung

of the door, I felt so relieved

he looked at us expressionlessly, and I couldn't

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

bowed

for the

glanced

"You're already late."

at him, probably

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