Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 202: The Figure

Chapter 202: The Figure

Chapter Two Hundred-Two – The Figure

It had been a rainy day.

And the weather wanted it to be everyone’s problem.

Laurel glared at the twins’ clothes that had been tasking to wash, glued on the wall by an invisible force.

She had totally forgotten about the clothes while it rained. She had needed to soak up cold from the weather that’d put her to sleep.

She had been skipping sleep for three days straight and it began to tell on her body. The Alpha had blatantly rejected her elite forces but she wouldn’t give up.

Laurel questioned why she even tried to let him know about it. She could’ve made the force by her authority. Any Black Claws Warriors that didn’t respect them would’ve had to answer to her.

Still, she kept Zeldris as a bodyguard. She didn’t need Stefan’s permission to do that.

His reason for refusing Zeldris had been so immature from what she’d expect from him. Because he was a teenager.

Was he acting considerate of teenagers now?

Wasn’t she a teenager when he did all those things to her? And wasn’t Sigma a Delta at his pack? Such bias.

The anger she felt contributed to her lack of sleep.

Green Valleys had successfully exported their first goods, since the raid, to Damancas and she await the results.

Laurel had spent the past three days documenting and checking each goods. Nothing should be wrong.

"Princess! I got it!" Lisa yelled from the distance.

Laurel snapped from her train of thoughts. She was still in front of the twins’ clothes stuck to the wall.

"Go and get some rest! I got it!" Lisa yelled again, waving.

The Princess returned to her quarters, without a reply.

Valkyrie’s quarters had become quiet since the Beta moved to his new mansion. His servants had been the life of the place.

There were volunteers who offered to work at Valkyrie’s quarters for the Princess and the Lead Warrior but Laurel was yet to trust them with the twins’ clothes.

The Alpha’s Palace had also gotten a good number of servants from High Mountains and Laurel was glad they were all werewolves.

She had noticed that the girls of Black Claws had, at least, two pieces of jewelry on them. It must be a cultural thing.

She understood why Sorren used them too. She never saw Stefan with it, and wondered how he’d look.

Laurel slapped herself. "Why are my thoughts running so randomly today?" Was that what lack of sleep did?

She hurried towards Zeldris’ room. It was still morning and she couldn’t be in her bed asleep. If she did little training and sweat a bit, then her body will heat up and stay active.

"Princess?" Zeldris found her outside his door, leaning on the window. Laurel exhaled. Thankfully, he found her. She even found it tiring to reach his place.

She turned to him, but noticed his flushed face he was trying to hide. What did she do to him?

"Where you hoping to... peek at me?"

"Huh?"

"I mean," Zeldris pointed at where she stood, "you were looking to see something from window, right—"

Her hand hit the middle of his head, and strangely sleep left her eyes. "You delusional thing. Let’s go train, c’mon."

Zeldris rubbed his head, sniffing. "Yes, Princess!"

Still, outside the border and within the tensing forest, Laurel felt the great urge to fall asleep. Zeldris noticed her head drooping.

He stopped what he was saying and sat on the grass, watching her. Laurel caught herself before she’d fall.

She looked around for Zeldris before sighting him on the ground, watching her in amusement.

It embarrassed her and she laid on the ground, looking grumpy.

"Ah, your highness, you could’ve stood there more—"

"I’d kill you." She glared at him. And Zeldris slithered back to where he sat. She laid with her back, dropping the sword she was using for sword training.

"Go ahead with the training. You’d teach me later. Learn every move on that old scroll. Every."

Zeldris jaw dropped as his eyes went over the old scroll of sword training that the Beta had given him, which had fifty hand drawn sword stances and skills.

How could he learn all before she’d wake up?

But turning to the Princess to argue about his plight, he found her already asleep.

His eyes tarried on her for seconds before he smiled, then forced himself to look away.

"I’d learn as much as I can." He decided and found a spot to train that wouldn’t bother her sleep.

Surrounding birds descended on the immobile body.

After an hour, Laurel’s eyes fluttered open.

But her location had changed.

She knew because her last view were the trees above.

Now, above her was a white board with a figure covering it. It was on top of her. Her eyes were half closed but she could make meaning of what she saw.

A figure with red threads, they reminded her of the twins and she felt at peace. If she stared more intently she could make more meaning out of it.

Two small balls of sunshine attached to the figure.

There was an innocent feel to them, matching those of the twins’. Did she dream about the twins out of guilt of soiling their clothes?

She raised her hand to reach for the figure. "S-Sorry..." it left her. There was no reason to apologize since it was the weather’s fault, but she did it anyway.

The figure moved, holding the hand she stretched out.

Laurel found it odd. Was it a living figure? Or something from her dreams?

Since it reminded her of the twins’ then it should be alive. Why did it take a bigger form than the twins’? She didn’t know. She was still too sleepy to think.

Her stretched out hand was rubbed gently and she breathed in. She could perceive a soothing perfume.

Such a dream... Was this a dream?

"Princess!!"

She heard and found Zeldris’s leg slam on the figure above her, and it jumped from her body.

She was pulled up by Zeldris in one movement, her body tensed up.

This was no dream.