Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 179: Resentment

Chapter 179: Resentment

Chapter Hundred-Seventy-Nine – Resentment

Laurel sighted the house of the woman who treated Matt. If she remembered correctly, the woman’s husband was a former warrior so had a medicinal farm.

The Princess appreciated these former powerhouse of Green Valleys coming out again to help.

However, she was still yet to find someone who could train her warriors. Also, Green Valleys hasn’t gotten a Delta yet and there was literally no where to look for one.

As the Princess reached the house, her steps slowed as she sensed them. That wasn’t who she was expecting, but it made sense.

Her clenched the medicinal tea in her hand and walked in.

The woman of the house rushed out, but Laurel noticed she didn’t look so afraid. She was getting used to a lycan’s presence. "He just came."

Laurel nodded. "He is the one sending those medicines, not me." She saw the woman gasp and she smiled. "I’d speak with him now. Thank you for taking care of Matt."

The woman bowed, before leaving the house.

Laurel’s smile fell as she walked in. His presence was still suffocating and he was definitely a stubborn one. She found him, sipping tea, sitting by Matt’s bed.

"Is there a reason you disobeyed my clear orders, Mr. Conrad?" Laurel dropped the medicinal tea on the table by Matt’s side.

She stared into Conrad’s different colored eyes and her frown deepened. "I appreciate your concern but I had told you that we will prefer using our own medicine—"

"He didn’t get better after a week, Princess." Conrad interrupted. "But now, he’s strong enough to move after only five days." He frowned at her. "Do your orders matter in the face of a child’s death?"

Laurel’s hands clenched, she released it and kept it on her hips. "You aren’t being fully reasonable, Mr. Conrad. The boy wasn’t about to die."

Conrad paused, then looked down. "Still, my medicine helped him attain fast recovery. And the medicine came from Prince Sorren so you can trust it—"

"Am I supposed to trust Prince Sorren?" Laurel raised a brow. That half crazed lycan Prince that saw her as an interesting play thing?

The General swallowed down his words, not finding the right words to counter with. He didn’t know how Prince Sorren had treated the Princess. "If you want, I’d stop giving him the medicine but I really mean well."

Laurel turned outside, to the woman, making tea from the medicinal leaves in her farm. "I appreciate the help, but my people do not trust you. I doubt the one treating him will use the medicine again now she’s aware it’s yours."

The General left where he sat, looking at Matt. "He was just a kid I saw nearly die with my two eyes, so I couldn’t ignore it. I’m truly sorry for the inconveniences."

The Princess brushed it off. Whatever those medicine were, even if they were right, it’d save trouble and misunderstanding later if they just stopped using it.

"You are a guest to the Alpha. I can’t do much to you. Kindly leave—"

"I’m currently in charge of training the warriors. General Conrad, nice to meet you." He stretched his hand to her.

She never asked for an introduction but Laurel shook his hand. "Princess Laurel Titus. And you are—" her hand was dropped immediately.

Conrad took a step back. "Titus?"

Laurel felt her pang of pain in her heart. This general’s reaction was the same her mate had given her when he found out she was the Princess.

She kept her hand by her side, acting unbothered. "Yes, Titus. My father was the former King of the pack. Since you know I’m the princess, why did that come as a surprise?"

She shouldn’t ask but she wanted to know.

"I didn’t know which Pack’s Alpha raided Black Claws. I unconsciously assumed it was High Mountains’ which our people lived in." Conrad said.

Laurel noticed his low voice tone. He definitely didn’t think fondly of her father, not that it mattered anymore. A lot has changed since then.

She massages her chest to ease the initial pain, after all, till now, her mate still hated her for being Titus’s daughter. That part didn’t change.

"The Alpha didn’t kill you."

Laurel smirked. "He didn’t, and now, I’m in charge of my pack again." She rubbed it in. "I guess we were letting bygones be bygones." she said it while not meaning it.

Conrad’s expression was unreadable. The Alpha didn’t kill this Princess but definitely killed her father. Her pack was still thriving too.

That wasn’t what the Prince had set to do when her swore vengeance. His clenched fists released.

Now, that war was behind them, they would surely be more to gain by leaving Green Valleys thriving than just killing them off.

He stared down at the Princess who was touching Matt’s forehead. "I’m afraid that I’d have resentment towards you, Princess. There’s nothing I can do about this."

Laurel soaked a towel with water. "And did you think I like you?" she faced him. "Or did you think the people of Green Valleys appreciated your presence?"

The General narrowed his eyes at her, but then softened when they shifted to the boy. "Either way, let’s all live in peace as the Alpha wants, without causing trouble—"

"Yes," Laurel left Matt’s side, squeezing the towel dry, "tell the warriors you train that. No causing trouble for me, please." She gestured to the door. "Kindly leave."

Conrad scoffed internally before leaving the place, with numerous mixed emotions.

He noticed the woman making medicinal tea for the boy but walked away quickly.

Laurel walked out of the house seconds later, that powerful lycan was in charge of training Black Claws warriors?

It gave her a really good idea.

One that’d most likely be annoying and burdensome to that General but that’d be his cross to pay for making her aware of his resentment towards her.

"I’d play my cards well and make you also train Green Valleys’ warriors." She mouthed.

She sighted Jessika running into the house. "That’s right, those elders. And then I’d start searching for a Delta."

By the end of her tenure as Green Valleys’ leaders, she’d like the pack to be restored to at least three-fifth of its original glory, whether or not they had a lycan Alpha.