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? Are you asking to

this, the trainees stood straight and lowered their

werewolves, who were used to getting special treatment from their own packs, had to learn to obey orders now that they were at the

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

"Which two?"Carson's expression darkened.

to follow the rules will

so happy I nearly cheered out

trainees they spoke of were obviously Jennifer and the bitch

paid his respects to the person who had just

"Greetings, Mr.Jones."

It was Prince Anthony.

must have come here

strode to the front of the team

"Greetings, Mr.Jones!"

saluted

mumbled a response while his eyes

was so sharp that some trainees ended up holding their

trainees have yet to report for

Carson informed him.

us, Carson was an

he was as

"I see..."

the trainees with a lackluster

go and find

He was going to find that bitch himself? While I gazed at the

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

sweat on his

didn't even

Carson, and the drillmaster immediately stopped

he was far away, everyone started

Jennifer's POV: 

locked up

methods, but

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

pressing, I started to feel

to get in trouble because of this?" Skylar started

effort just to make it here.I

not that serious.Don't

her on the back,

around the room for quite

even considered jumping out the window, but our

from that height

feeling

I ran back to the door and started banging my hands against

anyone out there? We got locked in the

nervous made me

to listen for

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

the door to my

side of the door, I felt so relieved that I nearly

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

"Thank you, Mr.Jones."

forward, and we bowed to him to

downstairs for the

glanced at me

"You're already late."

openly stared at him, probably charmed by his

speak, she