Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 155: The Notice

Chapter 155: The Notice

Chapter Hundred-Fifty-Five – The notice

Lead Warrior Baxter trudged out of the princess’s quarters with fallen shoulders. What they had belonged to someone else. It had been all conquered.

His hands clenched by his side. He knew it was a revenge the Alpha came for. The ones who rendered Black Claws Kingdom useless had been their King.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel bad for the victims, those that were like him and Sigma. War wasn’t a good thing.

He looked ahead and didn’t find the young Beta training. Such a young boy had to live with his parents being killed by the one who governed his pack. It suffocated.

"I’d have been a rebel if that were me." Baxter muttered.

If the Alpha King had taken over their Kingdom like this, many Lycans wouldn’t sit with it.

A tired sigh left Baxter. What happened had happened.

"Lead Warrior Baxter!"

He froze, then looked up meeting her brown ones. He looked away immediately, strangely feeling guilty.

Valkyrie got to him and stretched forth a letter. "It came for the lead warrior, but not me. It’s from High Moon Kingdom so it’s probably for you."

Sigma paused his steps when he heard High Moon Kingdom, he retraced his steps back to Baxter.

Baxter took the letter, without looking at her. He noticed the seal on the letter and realized it must be something serious.

Sigma peered in, to read. "Huh? A congratulation for being lead warrior, fine, but what’d he mean for also conquering Green Valleys? You weren’t there!"

Baxter frowned, hiding the letter behind him, away from Valkyrie. She dimmed her eyes at him and made a small bow. "Expect a messenger from them later. Excuse me."

Baxter watched her walk away. She must really hate him now. They could never be friends. He glared at the letter.

He appreciated a congratulatory message from their King, but it’d have been better if she never saw it.

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(Silent River Pack.)

A notice so early in the morning. Darren sipped his tea slowly, opening the sealed letter.

He glazed through and only understood one thing, a messenger was coming to him. He sighed.

What was the use of a notice if they couldn’t be detailed about what they wanted?

But he guessed it’d be a traveler, who didn’t want to stay at Green Valleys because it’s owned by lycans. He threw the letter into the fireplace besides him.

His mind link got nudged on, he released it.

"Sir Darren, there’s a little problem. All our fowls are sort of... dead now." It was the old man.

Darren scrunched his brows, dropping his tea on the table and marching to the back of his mansion. What killed the fowls that were clucking healthily last night?

He heard someone sobbing and hastened his footsteps. He found Ella folded on the ground and picked her up, resting her on his shoulder and patting her head.

He frowned at the elder, who stayed a feet away from the sobbing girl. "What happened to her? And the fowls—"

There were bloodstains on the ground, in a curved line and with them, were dead fowls with broken necks, all twenty of them, big and small.

With the line on the ground, Darren could guess only one thing had happened. He sighed, understanding why Ella seemed so scared.

He sighted a small bowl of seed on the ground. "You were trying to feed the fowls when they suddenly ran to you,?"

The small girl nodded. "I-I didn’t want to use it... sorry."

Darren shook his head. It was fear, or survival instincts that made her do it. The fowls were just unlucky.

He smiled at the old man, also understanding why he stayed far away from Ella. "Don’t worry, just keep her away from small animals and it won’t..."

"I like dogs." Ella suddenly declared, raising her head from his shoulder. "Birds are nice too."

"But you are scared of fowls?" Darren frowned.

The girl nodded proudly, then rested on Darren’s shoulder again. Darren exhaled, "Please, tell the chef to cook all."

The old man’s eyes lit up. "All? Can I suggest we give some to some families in the pack? Just saying—"

"Yes, yes, that’s good too. We are having a guest soon so give out as much as you can and cook the rest." Darren walked away with Ella. "And please, keep this a secret."

The old man nodded, he stared at the fowls for a while.

He had been with Ella long enough to know she’s a good girl so he’d not sell her off just because she killed fowls.

Darren rubbed her head, as he returned to the living room. A child ran to him and stayed behind him.

He recognized him as a former High Mountains member, a fruit seller’s son. "Did you come to drop another basket of fruits for today—" But the boy was shaking.

Darren hurried into the living room, and his body spiked when he felt the presence.

A Lycan was in their midst.

He walked in, standing face to face with the Lycan, who was looking into a basket of fruits.

"State. Your. Business."

The lycan froze, then turned to him with a fake smile. "I gave a notice, right? You should treat me like a guest."

That notice from earlier was from him? Darren clicked his tongue, dropping Ella on the ground. "What do you want?"

"I am Slime, messenger of the King of Lycans, at High Moon Kingdom. I came to ask a little fav—"

"I am not fond of your King, nor your species." Darren replied. "So, I’d kindly ask you to leave."

"Leave? Wouldn’t you hear me first?" Slime frowned.

Darren clenched his fists, trying to stop himself from grabbing his sword and slaying the lycan.

He always had a charm that hid his aura, so he’d never be caught off-guard as a werewolf higher than the low ranked traveler he’s acting as.

It was also so the wolves around him will be comfortable with him. So, this lycan might be underestimating him right now.

"I said to leave. I wouldn’t like to repeat."