Page 14 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

My eyes are indeed green, and while my hair is not fiery red, it’s a mix of blonde and red. Other than that, I’m pale like a sheet and have the complexion of a freaking ghost. Also, I wouldn’t say I’m blessed with any luscious curves like a witch is supposed to have. I don’t remotely fit into the clichéd image of a witch. It’s a shame I’m not one, or I would have enchanted these assholes to make sure they could never raise their dingdongs again.

“Yeah,” another dude chimes in. “Maybe that’s why the alpha let her off so easily.”

“I’m honored,” I say with a warm voice.

Dickhead and his followers glare at me like I’ve lost my mind. “What did you just say?” he spits out.

“But Alpha Benjamin,” I smile sweetly. “Your friend just claimed I might be powerful enough to have enchanted your father! Our all-powerful and strong alpha.” I clasp my cheeks in mock embarrassment. “I don’t know how I earned such high praise. I mean, enchanting the alpha…”

Dickhead is so stupid that he completely forgets about me and instead shifts his attention to his insufferable friend. “How dare you hint that a witch could manipulate my father!”

I carefully sneak away while watching the fight break out at the alpha’s table. Some warriors jump up from their places to pull the two idiots apart. When I enter the kitchen, Emmanuel is just staring at me, impressed. “Wow!” he says.

“How do you do that?” one girl whispers in awe.

“She isn’t afraid of them,” Ludovica explains quietly. “And that’s what scares those guys the most. Take a break now, everyone. I’ve got some bread left over from this morning. Go ahead and eat it before we need to collect their plates.”

six

Road Trip

*FINN*

MyfatherandIchose a car that would easily make it through a snowy path, so at least we should arrive at Blood Snow without any troubles. The way to the north is long, and traveling by car makes it longer than usual. The better and faster way would be to arrive by ship, but it’s too risky of a choice for us. Besides, taking the car will give us time to bond further during this road trip.

Soon I realize the shitty weather, the awful snowy road, and the icy surface aren’t the problem. The problem is the kindergarteners I’m driving around.

The plan was to have Marcel sit next to me as he is the only one aside from myself who can read a map properly. To be safe, we switched off our cell phones so that we can’t be tracked, and rely instead on the old-fashioned method of finding our way with an actual map.

However, one hour into our drive the two sets of twins were still arguing, so I had to separate them. I asked Marcel to sit behind me with the map, Steve and Elise beside him, while Elodie took the passenger seat. Anthony and Henry remain in the second row of seats.

This is like primary school, for real. The pups in our nursery are more mature than them! I’m lucky that neither Steve nor Marcel emit an overly dominant attitude, or we would be in real trouble. Both of them are striving for harmony and try to avoid too many conflicts, which is why we make the next few hours of our drive in relative peace.

Before we left, my mother provided us with a potion she got from an entrusted witch. It’ll give us the ability to mind link each other. She further handed Henry, Anthony, and me a potion that would dim our aura, so no one could feel our alpha status. Honestly, of all the preparations and help I received during the last months, this was probably the greatest thing my family came up with.

Marcel,I link my kind-hearted navigator.Are you alright?

Just fantastic.He snorts.But if we stop to pee, and I accidentally forget one of the twins, don’t blame me.

That would be a fantastic plan.I grin.How are we going to do it?

Stop for gas?He offers.And then send one pair inside to buy some snacks.If it’s on me, I’d rather keep the girls; they seem to have some useful gifts and are cute. But at this point, I honestly don’t mind.

I grin to myself at his words. I try to believe everyone will try their hardest once we reach our destination, but I need to make sure we stop beforehand to tell them once more that I can’t accept any slip-ups.

A single mistake might cost our lives, or worse, the lives of innocent pack members.

We have been driving for a few hours, the scenery constantly changing until the white of the snow almost completely replaces the greenery. Eventually, we take a break and stay the night in a little motel. Fortunately, everyone, including the insolent twins, is too tired to complain about the lack of luxury. Marcel and I plan on driving the whole next day and stay overnight at one more place before we reach Blood Snow territory. Though I honestly hope we’ll make it there in one day. I don’t want to waste any more time.

The linear distance to Blood Snow isn’t that far away, but unfortunately, we have to drive around a few mountains, making our way longer than it would be with a helicopter or even a ship.

The next day starts like the previous one, with several minutes of bickering and complaints. At least Steve seems to be in a good mood. “Would you show me how to read a map?” he asks Marcel when we all meet for breakfast. “How can you and Finn so easily calculate the distances?”

“I will show you.” Marcel smiles.

“I’d be interested too,” Elise points out, to my surprise. “Would you mind, Chocolate Prince?”

“Not at all, Milky Bar Princess.” Marcel grins, and soon she and Steve bend their heads over the map while Marcel explains how to read it correctly.

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