Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 80: The Grand Ball

Chapter 80: The Grand Ball

Chapter Eighty – The Grand Ball

Slime smiled. "I think a pretty girl is attending the meeting so I wanted to look my best."

The Prince’s smile turned to a scowl. "Huh?!"

Since when did Slime care about pretty girls? Was his puberty kicking in at eighteen years old? That’s absurd. "You’re not sick, are you?"

Slime touched his head for any signs of heat. "Am I?"

Asher nodded. "You must be. Why are you here though?"

"The meeting has started. The new Alphas have arrived. I thought you’d be eager since he’s amongst them—"

Asher jumped from the seat. "Let’s go!" he cheered hurrying out of the room. Slime followed him.

The maid of the palace kept their head bowed as Asher waltzed into his quarters. "Welcome, Prince Asher. What do you want to wear to the meeting today?"

"That one!"

The maids glanced at each other. There was only one outfit he called ’that one’. His mother’s traditional dress that he redesigned for himself.

"The hanfu? Very well, sir." The oldest maid signaled to the younger maids to come in.

She had already guessed that would be the attire he’d use to grace the day. It was an important day after all.

The young maids hurried in with flushed cheeks as they anticipated helping the Prince wear his clothes as always but Asher took the cloth from them.

"I’d help myself." he walked into the changing room.

The maids froze, their hands still stretched out. "Hide your disappointment, at least." The older maid sighed.

The maids looked down. "We are already used to it."

If anything, it was good the Prince was ’growing up’, after all, things were about to change for him. They might not even get to serve him anymore.

Asher stepped out of his changing room and the sight of him had the maids frozen again.

He was glorious in the black and ash hanfu he wore, the deep V of the collar exposing the top of his muscled chest.

The sash hugged fittingly around his slim waist and flowed into the wide skirt that hid his legs. It would have looked feminine but for the sash being slashed at the sides.

An ash trouser with dark flowers at the end completed the fit. The older maid thought he looked like the ancient young masters from the past Chugoku Kingdom.

The older lady gently took the medium sized golden crown and perched it on his dark bouncy hair. She smiled as she stepped away.

"How do I look?" Asher smiled, with raised arm.

"Beautiful!"

"Absolutely charming, your highness!"

"You look like a god in it, Prince Asher!"

The maid kept on showing praises.

"Yeah, I know. Then..." he sped off, heading out of the room. He slowed down as he caught her scent. She must have come to pull him by the ear to the meeting.

"Too bad, Nene. I’m already ready!" He stood on the fountain in the middle of the quarters, wearing a smirk.

Nene paused, checking his appearance. She nodded. "It’s a miracle. I’d thank the moon goddess later. Let’s go."

Asher frowned, looking around for Slime. He had walked in with him, hadn’t he? Or did he leave to the meeting because of the pretty girl?

"Hope to see your mate today." Nene said, grabbing Asher’s attention. She continued. "Many officials would be coming, with their children too. Hope to find her."

There was a dull expression on Asher’s face and Nene sighed. What Lycan, even werewolf, didn’t anticipate to meet their mates? Must he always be the odd one?

"I have a feeling who she is but I’m not very excited."

Nene snapped her head at him. He knew who it was? Her head went left and right when she discovered he wasn’t there. Her fists clenched. "He better be at the meeting!"

Asher walked into the ballroom, nodding as he took in the appearance. As a ball room should be! The ballroom of the Lycan King was a grand affair, with velvet drapes and white marble floors.

The high ceiling was adorned with sparkling crystal chandeliers, and the walls were hung with rich tapestries depicting scenes of Lycan history.

The ballroom was filled with elegantly dressed guests, their jewelry and fine apparels shimmering. There were a lot of people and the atmosphere was one of grandeur, befitting the wealth and power of the Lycan King.

Asher stopped when he spotted Slime with Nero. He hastened his steps to them. "The werewolfess—?"

"I lost her but she’s still around the mountain. Your father told me to return to the ball immediately." Nero bowed his head. "I think he suspected something."

Asher’s eyes enlarged a bit before they became lidded as he wore a smug grin. "Very well. But find the werewolfess today before she goes far. Her body is a treasure."

Slime clicked his tongue hearing the Prince talk about a new obsession. "I haven’t spotted the new Alpha. I am no longer sure if he attended. Maybe he never recovered—"

"That will be bad for you." Asher said, glaring at him darkly. "I looked my best for him today. He should attend. For your sake."

Slime gulped down saliva. He won’t mind getting beaten up by the Prince but he was sort of on the lookout for a pretty lady so it was best if he found her while being in one piece. "I-I’d take a stroll around."

Asher sighed, a pout growing on his lips. "You haven’t seen him too, Nero? Not even his guests?"

Nero squinted his eyes at a table. "Hmm, I think he and his guests sat there. There were two ladies, I think..."

Ladies? Could one be his fiancée? Asher hurried towards the table while Nero was talking.

There was a window by the table and he slowed down on seeing a figure, his view was from waist upwards. Was that the engaged lady of Stefan?

He had hard she was werewolf but the ballroom was too saturated for him to determine for himself.

Asher realized the lady had noticed his staring. She turned. The aura around the lady was one of dread and foreboding, suffocating the air around her.

Yet, her face was strangely beautiful, with soft features and a captivating, almost scary gaze, like an otherworldly creature, inspiring fear and subtle desire.

Asher smirked. She was interesting. He can as well deem Stefan an interesting man for strapping her to himself. The Prince tried to walk away.

"Prince Asher."

Asher paused. Such a deep voice? Was it from the lady? He snapped his head to her again. Her gaze had turned to a glare, and that made her sort of ....masculine.

He smiled, hitting his head. "Ah, you must be Sorren."