Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 339: From Far Away

Chapter 339: From Far Away

Chapter Three Hundred-Thirty-Nine – From Far Away

Laurel’s eyes widened, before a smirk grew on her lips. That was really hilarious. "I don’t believe you. My father clearly stated that he didn’t have siblings."

That’s another reason she lived lonely. Her grandmother had died early and only had her father.

She knew the chances that the wolf related to her grandfather by an affair was probable but also not since he left his tribe as a teenager and created Green Valleys.

"Who are you really?" she asked more firmly.

"Well, you caught me there." He said.

She heard him fall to the ground and since a sound was made, he must be lighter in his wolf form than in his human form. Which was very contradictory to Laurel.

He spoke of her grandfather, Laurel wondered if he was from the tribe her grandfather left. The ones which had unusual hue and special powers. Could that be why he’s wolf was that size?

She didn’t know why her grandfather left but since he made a Kingdom of his own, it could be he didn’t plan to return soon. "What do you want? Speak since you can—"

"Nothing. I just ran away and decided to meet Sir Tyrion. He seems to be dead and the kingdom he built belongs to Lycans. Seriously, what were you doing?"

A scowl came to Laurel’s face and she left the ground, staring at him dead in the eye. She thanked the Moon Goddess that he covered his private with his hand.

"You came from far away to meet me for the first time and the first things you do are kidnap and judge me?!"

Looking at him directly now, he looked a lot like his wolf. A smaller body but a neck-length white hair and blue eyes. He was likely of the same age as Bebe or slightly older.

"I didn’t come to meet you, I came to meet Sir Tyrion. I sort of needed his help since he escaped it and you’re here and all." He tried to stand.

Laurel snapped her head at the opposite direction the moment he got up. Why didn’t he give warnings before flashing like that! Didn’t they wear clothes at his tribe?

"So, what’s your name and what’s the condition of Sir Tyrion’s palace? Do you need help?"

The condition of her grandfather’s kingdom? She exhaled deeply, thinking of how to say it but it was hard to say.

She sparsely narrated how her mother died and how her father had destroyed a Lycan Kingdom as revenge.

Then Lycans came back to avenge after fifteen years and later made an agreement to spare her and the survivors and they coexist now.

She mentioned the Lycan Kingdom protecting the Lycans and Damancas protecting her so it was advisable to leave things as it was.

Laurel didn’t know why she had a bit of confidence in this flashing pervert that he could actually try to take back Green Valleys but she didn’t want to set herself up for another failure or breakdown.

"I am Princess Laurel Titus and currently the leader of Green Valleys. I don’t think there’s anything else you can do for me, is there?" she raised a brow.

He was quiet and walked away from her. She heard him begin to dig a shallow spot that she noticed might have things buried in it.

"You looked like a captive princess, and there was a hybrid lycan besides you so I assumed you were being taken hostage. You also came from that home of Lycans."

Laurel shuddered. How long had he been stalking her? He came in front of her wearing white shorts that stopped at his knee and struggling to put on a white gown over it.

She noticed the gold necklace, or a belt, around his waist. The gown went down and covered the shorts.

"Um... yeah... for you to trust me..." he came close and handed her a letter. "My grandfather and yours were friends. Sir Afficus said I should give you this."

Afficus? Laurel remembered that Thales told her that man worked for her grandfather. So he was still alive and well?

"Tell me, are they other relatives... you know... there—"

"No, all dead." He said quickly. "You are the only survival now too, aren’t you?" He had a sad tone saying that.

The Princess wanted to ask why he expected that but hesitated because she knew she wouldn’t like the answer. She was from a special tribe that was said to have died out, but she had some of their features in her gene.

How could it be that none of them were alive anywhere? Or other offspring of them? She read the letter and shook her head.

Afficus wrote to her grandfather to take in, Quincy, the young man before her, who had always wanted to visit.

It was a typical familial letter from a guardian to a relative to take in an adventurous lad. The letter came from the far West. That should be where the tribe stayed at.

"Actually, I wouldn’t mind going back but you’re lonely, right?" he plopped down in the ground again.

Laurel began working to tear the chains holding her. How could he look her in the face and call her lonely? "I am the leader of a pack. So I am nothing like lonely."

Quincy chuckled, and fell on his back. "I’d stay with you, take care of me. Okay?"

Laurel rolled her eyes, she glanced at the barrier around the carriages and wondered how the hell he did that. The chains behind her was for what reason?

She struggled and eventually snapped the chains apart, she fell down breathing heavily from the exertion. Should she bring this strange person into her pack?

What if he wasn’t from her tribe and the letter was faked? And her grandfather had ran away from that tribe so why did someone come all the way from there?

She kicked the door of the cage off and jumped down, almost falling face down because of how tired she felt.

She glared at the culprit who didn’t move when she freed herself. Was he so confident that she wouldn’t pummel him to the ground? How wrong he was!