Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 52: His Own First

Chapter 52: His Own First

Chapter Fifty-Two – His own first

Prince Asher walked into the lab where his messenger awaited him. The Lycan bent his head to the ground and bowed. "Forgive me, your highness."

A frown crept to Asher’s lips on seeing no werewolves for him to work on. "Oh, what’s your excuse now, Slime!"

And he had to escape a meeting to come here because he heard Slime returned. Asher sighed. Still, it was rare for Slime to slack in his duties so he must’ve good reasons.

"I had already gathered the werewolves to bring to you. I had like twenty of them already!" Slime seethed.

Twenty? That was a good catch. Asher plopped down on a chair and kept his legs on Slime’s lowered head. "And then? They fought back and you couldn’t take all of them?"

"Never! You know I’d take them anytime!" Slime boasted. "But they did fight... but I conquered. But... but... then their Alpha came to protect them and that’s when I lost."

Alpha? Asher nodded. A werewolf Alpha would be difficult for Slime to defeat. That was a good reason. "How far did you go to see a werewolf Alpha though? No werewolf pack is close to us now."

"Um... I went to one that was recently conquered. A pack called Black Claws Pack." Slime reported.

It sounded familiar. Asher took his legs down and held Slime’s face up. "This Alpha, did he look young and by any chance, was he a Lycan?"

Slime nodded vehemently, frowning. "And he was freakishly strong too. He beat me up so badly.."

"Awww!" Asher let out a whimper. "That’s not fair."

Slime was confused. "P-Prince Asher, are you in pain?"

"Yes." Asher frowned at him. "Pained that you had to be the second one to see him, and not me."

What did that mean? Slime bowed his head again to apologize. "My Prince, if you’re regretting not punishing him yourself then I offer my apologies. But rest assured, I punished him well enough for you. He’d be..."

His face was dragged up by Asher again. "You what?"

Slime began shaking, seeing the look on the Prince’s face. He had pissed him off! He had pissed him off!! "I hurt the Alpha with wolfsbane for stopping me from fulfilling..."

His head was slammed to the ground, his eyes rolled back and blood leaked from his head.

Asher grabbed his head and slammed it on the ground again. He pulled it up to face him.

"Are you saying you took another first from him, you little shit! I should have been the first one to hurt him. Me!"

Slime’s face was red, red from blood all over his face and his blushed cheeks anticipating more. He had pissed off the prince. And now he’d be rewarded with pain.

"Your highness, if you need someone to cause pain to, I’m always available." Slime muttered, amidst the blood streaming from his head to his mouth.

The Prince exhaled, calming down. "Ah, I know, I know." He kicked Slime’s head to a wall and his body followed.

Asher pushed his chair closer to a table and jotted on his book. "Was it the experimented wolfsbane I gave you that you used on this Alpha?"

Slime nodded and forced words out of his mouth. "Y-Yes."

Asher beamed, quickly jotting down. "At least, I was the first to use an experimented drug on him." He chuckled. "I don’t think the record will be broke soon because no one can make experimented drugs like I do!"

He rushed to Slime and pulled him into a hug. "Aww, thank you, Slime. I’m over here yet you went there and helped me get my own first with him. I’m so happy."

"You are welcome, your highness." Slime spoke lowly. Asher released him and pushed his chair back, studying his expression. "Hmm? What’s up with that face?"

Slime wiped off the blood on his face. "I-I mean, if you need someone to inflict pain on, I’m here. You don’t need to want that Alpha who disrespects you."

A smirk crept to Asher’s face. "Well, they’re two important elements of fun in that. One is, I get to break him."

So that was why? Slime grinned. "That will show him not to mess with you again." He paused. "And the second?"

Asher looked upwards. "Well, it will be fun to inflict pain on someone who doesn’t like pain. You are very interested in pain, Slime. And it’s a turnoff."

Slime felt his heart shatter to pieces. He was a turn off to his Prince? "But...But... you made me like pain..."

"Ah... well, un-like it." the Prince shrugged.

Slime’s shoulders slumped in defeat. It wasn’t that easy. Asher went back to his notes and brought it closer to Slime. "Did you use the experimented wolfsbane on yourself too? Give me the reports!"

Slime’s eyes widened with ecstasy, he sat on his legs. "Hmm. It was very good and excruciating! When I was badly injured by the Alpha, I used it on myself and it hurt so much till it felt numb. It made me agile again!"

Asher quickly wrote down his words. "How did it taste on the tongue?" he adjusted his imaginary glasses.

"Well, painful. It peeled my tongue but it’s healed now. Ah, it was a little sweet too, I noticed. Thank you." Slime made a small bow.

Asher nodded and slid back to the table. "And thank you for being my experiment specimen, Slime. I’d rather use werewolves but they have low threshold for pain."

"That’s why I’m the best!" Slime boasted. He waited for the Prince to agree, then sighed sadly when he didn’t.

He remembered something and spoke. "Prince Asher, this Alpha is a Lycan but protected werewolves. Do you really like someone like that?"

"Ah, that’s his only con." Asher faced Slime. "But when we meet at the Lycan Packs Meeting, it’d change. And then he’d let me have his little werewolves."

"Why can’t you just use me for everything?" Slime murmured, wearing had a pout.

"Well, majority of victims of my experiments experienced irreversible damage on themselves, some die. You’re too precious to be used like that."

Slime’s heart warmed over the compliment. He crept close to the Prince and placed his head on his laps.

Asher patted his head. "Hmm. Good boy."