Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 113: Debate

Chapter 113: Debate

Chapter Hundred-Thirteen – Debate

This was bullying. Definitely bullying.

"Sit."

Laurel looked up and a frown came to her face. She didn’t like him ordering her but she’d play nice since she needed the Beta’s support for this to work.

She sat farther from them. Stefan didn’t like it but he let it slide.

"So, Laurel, Cade wanted reasons why we should let Green Valleys be a pack under ours. If you can do that, then we’d contemplate your offer." The Alpha started.

Contemplate the offer? That meant she could still get a no. Her hands squeezed her dress as nervousness set in.

What if she failed and her people’s lives became like the unfortunate werewolves in High Moon Kingdom?

"Laurel!" Elma called. "Valkyrie had said you should be confident, right? So raise that chin up!"

Laurel immediately raised her head.

"You aren’t a maid now, you’re Princess Laurel fighting for her people! Cade used his strength to get a home for his people so use your head to get yours, dammit!"

Laurel winced at her wolf’s scolding but she knew Elma was very right. Even King Asher acknowledged her as a Princess and accorded her some respect.

She raised her had even higher. "Thanks, Elma. This shit, Cade, isn’t one bit as scary as Asher."

She met his dark gaze on her.

"I’d give my reasons, it’s left for him to understand them." She replied, adjusting her posture on the chair.

Cade huffed, folding his arms. "Don’t worry, I’d listen attentively and make sure it makes sense. Anything I don’t get, Prince Sorren will figure it out."

Laurel’s eyes shifted to Sorren, he had an indifferent expression. In that case, she knew he wasn’t going to go easy on her. It could only turn to a debate.

"Very well, unlike other packs like High Mountains and Silent River that were destroyed, only this pack got conquered, am I right?" she asked Cade.

He hesitated before shrugging. "I just killed who Alpha said I should kill. I don’t know if he wanted to conquer."

Laurel’s shoulders fell. If he was that stupid, how could she get anything across to him?

"Well, Green Valleys was the main pack." Stefan said. "So it was left for last and finally, we decided to live here."

Which meant it was conquered not destroyed. Laurel smiled. "In that case, I think keeping the people as maids and captives wouldn’t be good government. They are now your people."

It was a weak argument but all debate points start weak.

"What do you know about government?" Cade tsked.

"I am a Princess, you know." Laurel’s eyes darkened on the Beta. "What would you know about government?"

If he’d frustrate her reasons, fine, she’d try to outsmart him as he was already stupid. But he shouldn’t dare underrate her.

He may be trying to grow into his role of Beta, but it’d never substitute actually being born to the role.

"That’s not your only reason, is it?" Sorren tilted his head. "We still have survivors of Old Black Claws to make ’government’ with."

Laurel’s lips tightened. If he came after her then it’d not be an easy fight.

She noticed Stefan looked uninterested in anything, he probably already agreed. Thankfully.

"Well, they are not from here. Haven’t you heard from the cooks that food in the storage is depleting?" she raised another point.

Sigma’s eyes expanded, he became interested in the conversation. "Why? Where did they go?"

Laurel was pleased he asked. If food would make him have a different opinion from Sorren’s, then she’d explore the possibility.

"Well, after the raid, the people were so disorganized to farm." She replied. "What you’d been sustaining on were stored grains in the royal—"

"Then we can make them slaves!" Cade slammed the table, bringing Stefan back. "They either farm or die!"

The room fell quiet and Cade instinctively knew they disagreed with him. Slaves were different from maids and servants. Slaves were lower than animals.

"What if the survivors from old Black Claws find a way to farm?" Sorren asked to diffuse Cade’s outburst.

Laurel sat up, feeling threatened. "Well, that’d be stealing the lands from my people because surrounding lands were badly burnt so only lands owns by Green Valleys’ pack members can be fertile."

Sorren’s eye dimmed on her, he looked away. "Right."

Laurel heaved a sigh of relief. He shouldn’t try to threaten her people while she still reasoned with them. But did that mean they accept that reason?

Food must really get to these Lycans.

Cade slapped the table again. "Well, what else? Because your people have land? We’d buy it... or buy the food they grow! You guys can just live here and slowly die out!"

It was so easy for him to speak like that. The attack that happened fifteen years ago, had the effects left him that he spoke of a pack dying so lightly?

"Letting Green Valleys live will also bring peace for those survivors you’re bringing to our land." Laurel stood up.

A frown came to Sorren’s face. "What the hell does that mean, Princess?"

Why wouldn’t their survivors find peace in a land their Alpha conquered? What did she plan?

Sigma turned from her to the Prince.

Laurel exhaled, not letting Sorren’s tone intimidate her. Cade was being difficult and Sorren wasn’t helping her. She’d have to throw this in.

"My reasons for wanting Green Valleys to live, is to revive old Black Claws actually." She rattled a bit. "I hear it used to let werewolf packs within it, am I right?"

That wasn’t what he asked. Sorren folded his arms.

Laurel smiled at that reaction. He had been tensing her up since the meeting started, it would only be right for her to repay the favor.

"So, Green Valleys being a pack under Black claws will revive old Black Claws." Laurel smirked. "And peace, no other attack will happen here. That’s what I meant."

There was silence in the room.