Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 120: Thinking

Chapter 120: Thinking

Chapter Hundred-Twenty – Thinking

(Green Valleys/Black Claws)

Three times in one week, she had had moments when she closed her eyes, lost in thoughts only to open her eyes and find someone looking at her.

Laurel washed her face with the cold water. It was too quick for her to begin overthinking like leaders did.

"Your body adapts fast." Elma teased.

Laurel groaned. Her body would sag soon, and she’s only eighteen. Her eighteen year old curves hadn’t formed yet, her body just skipped to late thirties.

"This is bad, Elma. I don’t even sleep well while thinking of how to talk to the people." She splashed water on her face again.

There had been an announcement announcing Green Valleys as an pack under Black Claws. Laurel had been too busy to know the reaction of the people.

It’d probably be shock then happiness then relief. Then, they would begin to ask questions later.

Another announcement had also been made asking young volunteers who could help to clean up High Mountains.

That was a mess caused by Black Claws and they only want to clean it to accommodate their people.

The people of Green Valleys who volunteered did it out of fear. Laurel didn’t appreciate that.

"It’s still a valid feeling." Elma told her. "Even if you’re the leader now, Stefan still remained their Alpha. He could punish them if he wishes, you can’t do much about it."

So they needed independence? Laurel rubbed her chin. In the past, her father had been the pinnacle of all the packs. She couldn’t fathom how to rule under someone.

"Will Master Darren know? He father was a leader under my father." she asked her wolf. "But then Silent River was an already established pack that only swore allegiance."

They had their market, walls around their pack and their Alpha handled the governance of the people not the King.

It was different than current Green Valleys being in Black Claws and being overseen by Stefan.

"Black Claws doesn’t even have a place. Unless they make High Mountains theirs." Laurel sighed, looking at the water running in the stream.

She realized and looked at her surroundings. Again, she had forgotten about the passage of time while thinking of how to better her leadership roles.

As she’s free, going to the forest and river became easier.

And since the maids still stayed in the maid quarters till she would sort things out, the guard had to pay them to do any cleaning up they want.

"Elma. I need help." Laurel stood from the bank of the river she sat. "And fast, I don’t know what to do."

Who would her father meet for help when in a tight spot? How did the moon goddess expect her to lead her pack after being enclosed from everything all her life?

A scowl creeped to Laurel’s face as she remembered.

A pack usually had elders! And Green Valleys’ elders were the ones who kicked and beat her up after swearing allegiance to Black Claws!

She dug her fingers into her hair. "We need a new set of old men and women to be elders. Those ones are discarded." Her wolf huffed in agreement.

All the Green Valleys’ warriors that joined Black Claws warriors will never be allowed to return. Black Claws accepted werewolves anyway so they could remain there.

Laurel hurried back to the pack. "I need to have a meeting with the old ones in our pack. They might have ideas."

As she walked into the pack, she noticed the eyes that followed her. For one, they weren’t hateful just curious.

She rushed to the first old woman she saw, she took few steps back when she noticed she scared the woman.

"Sorry Ma’am, but could we talk for a little bit—"

"Princess Laurel?" a teenage boy peeked from a store. "Ah, it’s really Princess Laurel. Do you want to have tea with us? Lunch also?" he held her hands.

Laurel looked around her, not many people’s eyes were on them yet she could feel them listening. "Well, sure."

The old woman eased up, and pointed at another store. "That’s my store, you can come for your talk when you want, Princess?"

"Eh?" Laurel looked from the woman to the teenage boy. Weren’t they related? She assumed the boy asked her to talk with his mother during lunch.

She got pulled into the boy’s store while regretting. The air inside was stuffy, even if inside was bigger than it looked.

Laurel saw small chairs and one medium sized bed laid on the ground. With the arrangements, Laurel guessed only the boy and his parents live there.

"I’d get them!" the boy jumped excitedly. "Wait here!"

Laurel nodded as he left. There’s nothing wrong with interacting with the pack members, if she could see their living condition, then she’d know how to help.

"These are in poor conditions though." She mumbled, touching the chipped edge of the wooden chairs that could hurt someone.

Her eyes went to a nail sticking out from the bed and she picked the nearest hammer and began hammering it.

"Hmm.." she looked into her hand. "How convenient was it that a hammer was lying around? Do they do wood work?"

"Princess Laurel...?"

Laurel hid the hammer under the bed and turned to the little girl. She was the cutest little girl she’d ever seen.

Laurel unconsciously reached for her and rubbed her red hair soothingly. The little girl’s sleepy eyes opened and the sparkling blue orbs stared at the Princess.

"Princess Laurel?" she asked again.

The Princess nodded, "Yes, yes, it’s me. How are you? What’s your name?" She let the girl come into her arms.

"Mirabel. I’m three." She rubbed her eyes. "Marino is three too. How old are you, princess?"

How did ’how are you’ turn to ’how old are’? But Laurel didn’t dare complain, she carried her, sitting on the bed while waiting for the parents.

The little girl weighed nothing, holding unto her like they’ve known each other for a long time.

Could this little girl, her older brother and parents be living in this store? It’s no wonder it’s stuffy.

The teenage boy returned, holding another little boy with similar features with the little girl. He brought her to the princess.

"These are my little siblings, Mira and Marino." He said proudly. "They are three today and they really wanted to see you." He patted Marino. "You two sure are lucky."

Laurel stared at the little boy, he and little Mira must be twins. They were the prettiest kids she’d ever seen and suddenly, she wanted to protect them from everything.

A smirk came to her face. The boy’s beauty will rival Sorren when he’d grow up. "Happy birthday, Mira, Marino!"