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

so slow? Are you asking to

this, the trainees stood straight

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

haven't arrived yet,"said a

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

to follow the rules will

declaration made me so happy

trainees they spoke of were obviously Jennifer

on one knee and paid his respects to the

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

here to

Anthony, accompanied by two attendants, strode to the front

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

saluted him in

while his eyes scanned

sharp that some trainees ended up

trainees have yet to report for the first

Carson informed him.

us, Carson was an

before Prince Anthony, he was as submissive as a

"I see..."

trainees with

go and find

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

was the prince bothering to search for a slave? "Mr.Jones, it's just two

the sweat on

didn't

glanced at Carson, and the drillmaster immediately

for the dorMs.When he was far away,

Jennifer's POV: 

remained locked up in my

many different methods, but

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

whistling became more pressing, I started

in trouble because of this?" Skylar

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

not that serious.Don't

her on the

around the room

out the window, but our dorm rooms were too

from that height would be courting

feeling quite

anyone out there?" I ran back to the door and started banging

got locked in

nervous made

against the door to listen for

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

after, the door to my

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

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

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

forward, and we bowed to him

for the

glanced

"You're already late."

him, probably charmed by his

she muttered, "We've been framed,