Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 190: Good Girls

Chapter 190: Good Girls

Chapter Hundred-Ninety – Good Girls

It’s been almost two hours since the Prince began writing a new notice. Dylan wondered what it said, but he knew he wouldn’t dare read it.

Still, his heart warmed that it’s probably a death sentence for Lady Cara, not that he wanted her dead exactly.

Dylan felt himself slowly drifting to sleep, but just then, Sorren tapped his leg gently. The warrior rose from the ground, rubbing his eyes.

Sorren studied him intently, before asking. "My brother hasn’t gotten an alliance with Damancas yet, right?"

The sleep that’d been rearing its stubborn head in Dylan, vanished the moment his ears heard Damancas and his brain processed it.

Why should the Alpha try to get such a dangerous alliance? That would be harmful.

Yet the benefits remained greater. And Dylan knew the Prince was all about the greater good.

"Your highness, why do you want to know about— I don’t think so. It’s only Green Valleys that have an alliance with them." Dylan left the ground. "Do you want one?"

Sorren nodded, turning back to his notice. "I could use Black Thorn, our werewolf community, to get the alliance."

Dylan’s brow squeezed together. Wasn’t Black Thorn still under Black Claws? But perhaps the Prince had a way of bypassing it, like Green Valleys was accepted despite being under Black Claws.

"How do you want me to help, your highness?"

"Did you rest enough? Your torment with Baxtard will start when you return."

Dylan smiled at the Prince using the nickname he made, and for worrying about him. "Yes, I’ve rested enough. Thank you."

Sorren left his seat, walking out the door. "Then join me in this dangerously impossible mission."

Dylan’s skin hair stood. "A-Are you going to Damancas?"

"What, no. That idle Lady Cara will go on my behalf." Sorren smirked. "After all, I’d be doing her job now."

Lady Cara would go to Damancas? Dylan rubbed the back of his neck. It was really a death sentence.

Lady Cara was in every way a lycan and very few lycans survived in Damancas, land of werewolves and witches, even if it’s a visit, unless thoroughly guarded.

Still many times, it’s the guards who sell the lycan to the witches or lycan hunter because they didn’t hold dear the life of a lycan. And there’s nothing to be done.

"Beta Cade wouldn’t allow it."

Sorren nodded. "I know, he’s a good brother. But Cara getting an alliance with Damancas it’s more than my own punishment. We really need it."

Green Valleys had now been reduced to a pack, not a Kingdom. Black Thorns and Black Claws couldn’t keep depending on it for long.

The sooner they began finding alternative to sustain the packs they’ve dragged here, the better.

Sorren knew his brother didn’t think very far in the future so he had to prepare for that future on his behalf.

It’s always been easier for him to go to Damancas so Cade had to find that secret for his sister to go. "If the Beta doesn’t want her to go, he could go himself."

Dylan’s jaw dropped, but he closed it immediately. The Prince must only be joking. They couldn’t afford to lose their Beta like that.

Sorren cornered to Black Thorn’s community, making Dylan turn to the other community, Black Claws, at the side. "By doing Lady Cara’s job, do you mean get the maids to go to work at the palace?"

The Prince made an hmm sound. "It’s better they’re werewolves so they can blend with the cooks and Green Valleys’ members in the markets."

Dylan internally cheered for the Prince’s fast thinking. They reached a small house and knocked on it. A small croaky voice came, saying ’come in’.

Dylan got in first, in case it was a threat, but surprisingly the Prince sat himself down, without being alert. An old small woman walked into the place with a dey smile.

The warrior ashamedly sat down by the Prince. "Good day, senior. The Prince came to—"

"Granny, tell me, how are the good girls here?" Sorren immediately went to the topic at hand.

Dylan tensed at his bluntness and skipping formality but the old woman made a small chuckle. "Good girls? Well, they’re probably all married."

Sorren couldn’t place if it was a joke or she didn’t know. Why will all good girls be married? And he was looking for girls within their teenage years that were willing to serve.

"Granny, you have grandchildren, right?"

Dylan turned to the Prince. Why did he ask with such a tone? Like he was threatening the old lady? He looked at the old lady, whose face had dried of all humor.

"Prince Sorren, the thing is, not many young girls will like to go to Green Volcanoes because it’s said to be quite hostile. We heard from some warriors."

Green Valleys must be what she called Green Volcanoes, Sorren thought, but he didn’t bother correct her. "What do the warriors say? What makes it hostile?"

"That girl child." The granny’s voice raised. "They say the daughter of the King who destroyed our pack still lived!"

The Princess Laurel? Dylan frowned a bit. She wasn’t like her father. Also, the Alpha destroyed most of her Kingdom too so it was currently fair play.

"A mere werewolf Alpha defeated our Lycan King and all the werewolf Alphas in a single day! He must be born from the devil himself!" She said with gritted teeth.

"Or he had his own fuel of vengeance." Sorren folded his arms. "Find ten good girls to serve at the Alpha’s palace, granny. And make it snappy. That’s an order."

The granny sighed in defeat. She couldn’t disobey royal orders even if it’d kill her. She bent her head. "I will do so."

Sorren scoffed, leaving where he sat. "And they shouldn’t be cowards either. That Green Valleys’ Princess you fear, she has a deep hatred for cowards."

"I hope they never cross path with her." The granny kept her eyes down.

The destruction of her home fifteen years ago replayed in her head. "And I hope this peace last."