Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 308: Sexy?

Chapter 308: Sexy?

Chapter Three Hundred-Eight – Sexy?

(High Moon Kingdom)

Laurel slept with one eye closed and another half opened, this had been going on and it had reached the fourth day since she arrived in the King’s palace.

She couldn’t help but feel she now played cat and mouse with the King as she tried to escape his palace. That Asher really took her for a joke.

In that case, she came up with her dumbest but smartest plan yet – to use him to train herself!

She planned to train but she couldn’t go back to Green Valleys, so training here in her pathetic condition remained as the only option.

If by any one in a thousand year miracle, she’s able to defeat the King in a one on one battle and get her freedom as a reward, then so be it.

Till then, she had ordered his Beta and his maidens to return to Green Valleys to handle other affairs. She will conquer this King like she had done other lycans.

He couldn’t be as smart as Sorren, anyway.

"Do you think you ever defeated Sorren?" Elma teased. "I tell you, he always let you win. So can you win now?"

Laurel had a determined smirk on her face. She fastened the boots to her legs and made a little jump in it. "I’d win."

She stretched the shorts that Nether had given her and inspected the back. It didn’t cling to her butt but its design was straight and the material looked... sexy.

"A material looked sexy?" Elma judged her thoughts.

Laurel sighed. She didn’t know how to describe it but it felt like clothes worn to entice someone.

Sorren had a bunch of them as shirts and the design went as far to be low necked. Laurel felt they were double kills.

"So you think Nether will give you clothes that’d entice who? The King? That cracker head?" Elma kept judging.

Laurel growled lowly. Her wolf had been really quiet for a while, probably because she knew how busy she’d been, but now they had chance to talk, it’s all tease?

The shirt on her seemed normal though it smelled different, but Laurel ignored the scent. Nether probably used her own perfume on it.

Laurel sighed, tying her hair in a bun.

All she had to do now was raise a stupid reason why she should train with that Sam, after all as the King, all his workers will serve her.

"I’m glad that I didn’t kill her. I don’t know what her deal is but if she’d help me train then I’d be grateful." She walked out of the room.

Her hair had grown longer so it danced as she walked, she patted her head to make them the same thickness.

She looked around the palace but it was empty and the girl couldn’t be found. Laurel wondered if she hadn’t healed from her injuries yet.

The girl might be as strong as a warrior werewolf but her wounds should heal within a day. She shrugged. She had to find Nether to train her, she wouldn’t back down.

"Princess Laurel?"

Laurel paused and turned to Nero. She smirked, he would do too. She could give him a good beating for Bebe’s sake and she might learn a bit of his assassin skills.

"Nero, you don’t mind joining me for a little—"

She paused when she realized painfully that Nero spaced out. Nero snapped back when he realized regrettably that she noticed he spaced out.

Laurel noticed his eyes had been on her legs. She looked at it, and tried to remember. Shorts weren’t worn by females much but it’s okay to wear when training.

Did High Moon have a different culture?

"D-Did... um... my sister give those shorts to you?" Nero rubbed his neck, looking away. "What’s she thinking?"

The Princess felt like she’d been tricked but she didn’t act disadvantaged. For one, she didn’t feel weird in the shorts as females at Green Valleys wore something similar.

The material might be the problem but all the same. She slapped her thigh to get Nero’s attention. "I need you to—’"

"Where are you going in that?"

Laurel snapped her head to see the King, she raised a brow at the bottle he stirred with a stick. She looked away when his eyes remained on her as he walked.

"To train, and not with you." She quickly added the last part. She still needed her both limbs intact for when she’d partake in the final battle with him. "Let’s train, Nero."

Nero’s heart skipped a beat. He wondered where the Princess borrowed sexual appeal, or could it be always in her but she didn’t show it?

He remembered the only times he’d seen her, she wore formal dresses. Those shorts were given to his sister by some perverts as the ’sexiest assassin’ back then.

He still tried to hide his surprise since females covering their body fully wasn’t much of a culture at Black Claws. Only Lady Zara defiled that norm by being flashy.

"Pri-Princess Laurel, I’m a bit busy. I can’t train now." Nero chuckled nervously. "Maybe next time."

He didn’t know why his sister would go through the trouble of making the Princess look sexy but if it’s anything related to the King, then he wanted to give them space.

Laurel pouted a little, but nodded. She watched Nero leave then turned to the King. He wasn’t there.

She sighed and looked down at the shorts. Even the King had asked her where she was going in it. Maybe she should change, in case it broke some kind of norm.

"I should pull Nether’s hair when I see her." She said as she trudged towards her room. "She gave me this."

"Hmm, Nether did." Asher suddenly appeared by her side.

Laurel sighed again, but continued her way to her room. "I want to train with either Nether or Sam."

"Why, you don’t want to keep trying to escape the palace?" Asher smirked.

Laurel did her best to keep her fists to herself. Wouldn’t he just keep frustrating her the more she tried? She faced him. "I’d be changing the game to the one I’d win!"

Asher was surprised by the sudden outburst but nodded, finding it interesting. "I’d look forward to it."

Laurel folded her arms. "You better!"