Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 301: Dislike?

Chapter 301: Dislike?

Chapter Three Hundred-One – Dislike?

Laurel turned to her side on the bed and laid face up a second later. She was hungry and it drove her insane.

Why did she act like she was asleep when Nether came in to take Sam away! She should have spoken about her stomach’s condition then.

She turned again before forcing herself up the bed. Did the King have no secret stash where he kept snacks or sweets, anything for the stomach?

She looked under the bed and inside the wardrobes close to his bed. She noticed a sweet smell coming from a bottle and gleefully took it out.

"Wine? Fruit drink?" she opened it and inhaled it again. It just had a really sweet smell and she felt so tempted to down its content.

She placed it on the ground and stared at it. Her self-control waned but she persisted. What if it was a concoction by the King from his lab?

She took the bottle and shook it, then tried looking into it. Her head jerked backwards immediately, and she fell on the bed. The content stung her eyes, it stung so hard.

She held the bottle erect so the content wouldn’t spill on her as she fell back on the bed.

It couldn’t only be wolfsbane! Only wolfsbane stung on close proximity with the eyes, and that showed it was highly concentrated.

That crazy King! Did he get drunk in wolfsbane before sleeping it at night? Or could it be what he planned to give Lady Zara as payback for her prank yesterday?

She rushed towards the bathroom to spill it but the door to the room opened and she paused, making eye contact with Asher. "I’m dead." She muttered to herself.

Asher tilted his head, strolling towards her. Seeing her by the toilet, did she just take a bath? Internally, he thanked the Moon Goddess he didn’t come a moment earlier.

The Princess’ instinctively kept the bottle behind her even if she knew he had already seen it. "You’re back—"

The bottle was pulled from her hold, she lost her balance but held unto the wall while glaring at him walking away with the bottle. She stood on her feet. "What is it?"

"What do you think it is?" he returned the bottle to where he had kept it, then turned to her. His eyes swept her form before looking away.

Why did she had to wear the red one that belonged to his mother? And the fact it fit her but couldn’t fit him because it’s smaller and feminine annoyed him.

Laurel adjusted the upper part of the robe that lowered, she didn’t want to be in a misunderstanding situation.

She knew she should feel more awkward about being alone in a room with a male stronger than her, but she didn’t think anyone would see her in that way.

And if not for the gratification of rape, there’s no other reason the King will want anything sexual to do with her. She didn’t have a sexy body also.

"Keeping wolfsbane close could be dangerous if someone else finds it. It could be used against you." She pointed out his stupidity.

She watched his face lit up. "Oh, are you worried about me?" he asked and she knew that tone was fake.

Her shoulders slumped and a disgusted expression was on her face. Such a piece of royal shit. She waved her hand in dismissal.

"I was worried about me. I nearly drank it because I was... hungry." She rubbed her stomach.

Outing herself as a food monster felt embarrassing, but she’d rather go through it than die in silence.

"I sent Nether to bring you something, wait."

Laurel looked up. She expected a more mocking response. Maybe food didn’t interest him or he didn’t bother make jokes about it.

He’s quite conceited to only mock the things he had interest in, Laurel thought. She looked around the room. "So you like swords and weapons too?"

Maybe she should make small talks while the food came so he wouldn’t think of harming her. She still kept her distance.

Asher paused, and stared at her with raised brows. She was the one initiating conversation now, not him. This Princess didn’t know how to act with someone she disliked?

He smirked. "I wouldn’t mind more diverse weapons."

Laurel remembered that the Beta had to return with the axes and crossbows he brought.

Those weapons might have been cover for the scepter but they definitely would’ve resonated with the King.

"Well, it’s not like we came here to please him." She muttered very lowly while glaring at him from his back.

She’d like to be on the bed he sat on, but her instincts told her to stay back. She found a soft large pillow and sank in.

"I demand to have my own room." She said out loud.

"Your food will be served there." Asher said, while looking at a book that contained the finished drugs that might’ve been destroyed in last night’s attack.

He remembered Thales appeared that night, and seemed to be an official with the Princess. "Thales work for you, or for Black Claws?"

It sounded preposterous but he didn’t want to rule out the chances of Thales helping Black Claws.

"Not yet. He’s Sorren’s friend so will help Black Thorns get an alliance with Damancas. He’s currently the witch assigned to my pack." Laurel explained.

Asher stopped breathing, trying to process what she said. Thales, the Grand Witch was friends with Sorren, a lycan Prince? Was that a bad joke or the truth?

Laurel noted the disbelief on his face. She liked it. He didn’t need to believe, she wouldn’t have told him if he didn’t ask. "Someone’s at the door—"

Asher exhaled, closing the book. "Leave with her. She’d take you to your room which you should be at all times."

Laurel happily left where she sat but paused at the door. Why did that sound like she would be staying with him for longer? "I plan to leave by tomorrow—"

"You leave when I tell you to." He snapped. "Now, leave."

Laurel shot daggers at him, before running out of the room. What the hell did he mean by that? What the hell did he want from her? Was she also a captive here?