Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 310: Incompetent

Chapter 310: Incompetent

Chapter Three Hundred-Ten – Incompetent

Nether caught scent of the Princess but only when she returned to her room with a defeated expression.

Her plans had been squatted so she took off the charm so she’d not expose its secret further.

Nether’s eyes widened as she watched the Princess. How could the princess have moved past her? She stood there the whole time.

She turned to the witch who’d been engaging her in conversation. Surely, the witch should’ve noticed someone sneaking away, so why didn’t she say anything?

"Hey, didn’t you notice the werewolfess that passed by here? You were speaking with me when she left." She tried not to sound accusatory just yet.

The witch’s eyes became distant. "She didn’t escape?"

Nether swung her hand over the girl’s face, in anger. So she did notice but wanted the Princess to escape? "Don’t you work for us! You’re helping your own kind now—"

"Oh my Goddess!" the witch left the ground where she had fallen to, with disbelief in her eyes. "Did I ever say I’d joined you to exterminate my kind! That’s an innocent girl, you or Nero caught!"

The witch pulled Nene’s clothes even if the assassin resisted. She needed to see that Princess and asked her how she made it past her.

"You don’t understand anything, anything!" Nene yelled, pulling her clothes from the witch’s grip. "This is my duty to the King! And I don’t plan to fail—"

"You failed."

Nene’s eyes widened, a sense of incompetency washed over her and she turned her head behind her. "Ash—"

The witch quickly left go of her as the King’s roundhouse kick landed on Nene’s head, and flung her downwards.

The witch fell to the ground, scurrying backwards but King Asher only smiled at her as he bent down to Nene.

Nene raised her body from the ground but she felt pain all over, the King had been really mad when he hit her now. It wasn’t just his usual show of violence.

With the speed he used, she couldn’t have dodged it even if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to.

She felt incompetent and deserved that kick. How could a sheltered Princess successfully sneak out of the section she monitored? She, an assassin!

Asher pulled her hair, bringing his face to hers. "Return to the lab, it seems that’s the only place you’re useful."

Nene’s breathing quickened. She’d be confined to the lab forever. It always irked her to stay there for so long because of the spirits of the dead she imagined.

"Y-Yes—"

Her head was slammed to the wall and Asher left go of her, dusting his hands like he just touched trash. He turned to the witch who had hatred in her eyes.

"Don’t worry." Asher said in a singsong manner. "You’re still useful to me so I wouldn’t kill you... yet."

The witch gulped down a huge lump of saliva and her heart only slightly relaxed when the King left completely.

That ’yet’, didn’t it mean the moment she stopped working for him, or decided not to work for him or make a mistake, she’d die?!

She watched Nene get up the ground and left the section, heading for the door. The witch wanted to shout to her to stop working here, but she feared for her life.

What if the loyal Nene told the King her words?

"I-I-I should take my own advice." The witch hurried to her feet. "I can’t keep working here. The money’s not worth my life and Fang, Fang can’t protect me from this."

Fang had been the most important to her after she failed to make it as a successful witch and failed to join the Grand Witch Ella entourage years ago.

Working for this King had been her biggest and most independent job so she’d been excited about it, but not when the King was a sadistic maniac.

She couldn’t, and she feared to break the Fang code so she wouldn’t use magic on their customers. She exhaled.

"I’d accomplish something for him that will make him happy with me, then, I’d leave while he’s feeling satisfied."

She walked out of the section after deciding this, she paused in front of the Princess’ room. She felt for the energy of anybody and there was none close.

"I should ask her where she came from at least and ask why she didn’t escape when she had the chance." As her thoughts ran, the door to the room opened.

Laurel stared at the young girl that she remembered was a witch that served King Asher. Her eyes dimmed on the girl in contempt. "You use your magic for evil."

There should be a code in Witch’s Order, shouldn’t they? Laurel folded her arms. "What do you want with me?"

The witch didn’t notice anything special about the girl, she decided that her instincts were right.

The girl used a charm to pass them, and the energy she felt was that of the charm as it had magic residue.

"Using magical items here is dangerous, you know." She smirked, to show the Princess that she’d been exposed. "You don’t know what the King will do with it."

Princess Laurel shrugged. "I bet what he’d do with an actual witch would be way worse, wouldn’t it?"

The witch’s smirk fell and she remembered the words of the King. She looked down. How’d she escape from this?

Seeing that her words had an effect on the witch, Laurel kept pushing further. "The King had been looking for witches to experiment on and you came to him—"

"I didn’t come to him as an experiment!" the witch yelled.

Laurel tilted her head with her eyes flaring up. "Then did you come to work for a King that kills your kind?"

The witch took a step back, realizing the options. She didn’t come as an experiment to the King but did that make sense when she already knew how he acted?

Her legs weakened. She couldn’t accept that she wanted her kind to die. Who’d want that when it meant her own death too! She still had family at Damancas.

She looked up with determination in her eyes. "Help me! Let’s find a way to escape the King together!"

Laurel didn’t expect the offer but a smile spread across her face. A side piece might be what she needed too.