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

assembly.Why are you so slow?

the trainees stood straight and

used to getting special treatment from their own packs, had

trainees who haven't arrived yet,"said

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

the

declaration made me so happy

they spoke of were obviously Jennifer and the

knee and paid his respects to

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

here

the front

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

trainees saluted him in

mumbled a response while his eyes

that some trainees ended

to report for the

Carson informed him.

was

before Prince Anthony, he was as

"I see..."

looked at the trainees with a lackluster

go and

was one of them? He 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

the sweat on his

Anthony didn't even

at Carson, and the drillmaster

present watched Anthony leave for the dorMs.When he was

Jennifer's POV: 

locked up in

many different methods, but we still couldn't open the

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

the whistling became more pressing, I started

going to get in trouble because of this?"

lot of effort just to make it here.I

not that serious.Don't

patted her on the back,

around the room for quite

even considered jumping out the window, but our dorm rooms

that height would be

just when we were feeling

there?" I ran back to the door and started banging my hands

there? We got locked in the room.Can you do us

made me

the door to listen for

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

the door to

I saw who stood on the other side of the door,

at us expressionlessly, and I

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

forward, and we bowed to

downstairs for the

Anthony glanced

"You're already late."

at him, probably charmed by

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