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?"

over to

first assembly.Why are you so slow? Are you asking to

trainees stood straight

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

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

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

fail to follow the rules will be severely

declaration made me so happy I nearly cheered out

they spoke of were obviously Jennifer and

knee and paid his respects

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

must have come here to inspect the new

the front of the

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

saluted

a response while his eyes

was so sharp that some trainees ended

to report for the first

Carson informed him.

us, Carson was

Anthony, he was

"I see..."

at the trainees with a

and find them

the prince already know that Jennifer was one of them? He was going to find that bitch himself? While

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

sweat on his

Anthony didn't even

Carson, and the drillmaster immediately stopped

the dorMs.When he was far

Jennifer's POV: 

remained locked up in my

tried many different methods, but

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

became more pressing, I started to feel

in trouble because

of effort just to make it here.I

not that

her on the back,

wandered around the room

the window, but our dorm

that height

when we were feeling quite

back to the door and started

in the room.Can you do

nervous made

ear against the 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 that I nearly

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

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

forward, and we bowed

for the

glanced

"You're already late."

at him, probably charmed by his

him speak, she muttered, "We've