Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 100: Mistress

Chapter 100: Mistress

Chapter Hundred – Mistress

Curtains, smell of lavender perfume, giggling of girls.

Laurel’s head felt like it’d split in two. Her eyes were dimly opened but all her other senses were alert. Even Elma.

"I might’ve slept long, Sorry Laurel." Her wolf whimpered. Laurel shook her head gently. Last night was tough on her as it was tough for her wolf, it was no issue to oversleep.

She slowly raised her upper body from the soft bed she was on. She looked around but her eyes immediately popped when she saw them.

It was only an empty bed, with the transparent curtains besides it, that divided them from her. A lady and a young men rumbling in the sheets.

The lady was on top and arched herself above the man and the man slowly rose to kiss her. Laurel snapped her eyes away, her cheeks red like beet.

Who brought her to a brothel for goddess’ sake! A pure virgin like her didn’t hope to defile her sight so soon. "I-I should find a way out of here..."

The door to the large room she was in opened, Laurel covered her body with the blanket. A tall man walked in. Laurel sensed he was a Lycan but then weren’t they all?

He was an average Lycan nevertheless but he was marching towards her. Laurel shifted back, wary of his intentions "What do you need from me?"

The Lycan suddenly leaned towards her. "You are as pretty as they say, mind if I have a taste?"

The princess’ head grew heavy. She just survived a pervert and she met another one soon after? Was this pervert Lycan the one who sent the first one to her?

She couldn’t just beat him and get it over with, she could be in his base and he’d bring more Lycans to hold her down. She tightened her lips together. "No, please."

The Lycans eyes gleamed at her refusal. "Ahh, I like shy girls the best. And if you get stubborn, I like you too."

Was he even listening to her? A frown crept to Laurel’s face. The two besides her making out were literally in their own world. Was that how sex felt?

She shook her head to remove the thoughts. She glared at the Lycan in front of her, dropping the blankets. "Get away from him or I’d break your limbs."

The Lycan immediately went pale.

Laurel nodded. He was finally listening to her. "That’s right. I’d really break your—"

"Ah! You might end up being my favorite mistress!" the Lycan closed his hands, smiling with stars in his eyes.

"Huh?" Laurel was utterly confused.

Mistress? Did he pay that man to steal her just to be his mistress? How did the Lycans of High Moon think?

He hadn’t heard her after all. Laurel balled her fist raising it to his face. "I’d really—"

"Step on me, my lady!" the Lycan squealed. "I’d like it!"

Laurel backed away. Why was he so creepy?

He continued, squealing. "You see, my dear, I also like girls that are—" a leg landed on his head with a force that could kill a rabbit in one stomp.

Laurel shrieked, jumping out of the bed.

The Lycan still had his creepy smile but his eyes were white as he was unconscious. Laurel raised her head to the one who hit him.

"Delta Zara? W-What are you doing here?" Immediately, Laurel felt embarrassed. What was she also doing here, at a brothel? Would the Delta believe she was kidnapped?

She stared at the Delta to see if there was any judging look coming from her but her eyes were on the Lucan she just hit.

"I told this fool to check if you were awake and instead he tried having fun with you." She clicked her tongue. "See, many Lycans here like pain. It’s pleasure to them. So just hit him really hard next time and run away, okay?"

Laurel felt like a little girl whose mother was teaching how to evade perverts. She bobbed her head. "Sure... wait, wait, you asked him to check me? You knew I was here?"

"Yes, I brought you." Zara began walking away. "Sorry I used that criminal but I didn’t think he’d try to hurt you."

She stopped in front of the two making out and tapped the girl. "Get down already. He should come up a bit too."

Shivers ran down Laurel’s spine. Could she really invade on their privacy like that? And she could stare at them?

Zara turned to her, with a smile. "Come on. Laurel, right? Let’s have a little girl talk."

Girl talk? Laurel looked her over. She wore tight shorts that stopped at her upper thigh, her bare legs were out. A small strapless top was on her upper body.

With no jewelry or lip ointment, she still looked really pretty. Laurel sighed. This wasn’t the time to be getting her confidence low, she needed to know what the Delta want.

Hurriedly, she walked past the making out couple and out of the room. The place was chaotic, moans from different rooms and giggling of girls. It was definitely a brothel.

Laurel watched the way Zara pranced proudly about, like she owned the place. She got closer to her. "Why did you want us to meet here?"

"I own the place." Zara said proudly.

As she had feared, Laurel smiled nervously. "It’s a... a good business investment... I guess."

"It is." Zara nodded. "I have four branches in different places. One in a bustling place like Jappongi too."

Those were a lot of sinful buildings under her name. Was this a hobby of hers? And she even dressed like one of the girls? Or was it a mixed brothel since they were men?

Laurel gulped down saliva, wishing she’d stop being curious. How did she come into all of it then?

"You have no scent, Laurel."

Laurel’s feet grew heavy, she stopped moving. So that was what she wanted to talk about?

Zara stopped, turning to her with a plastered smile "That’s what I want to talk about."

Could she read her mind? Laurel gulped down saliva again. She couldn’t avoid this, but what would she say?