Chapter 5 Five

Vivian's POV: "Bring Brenda here!" Soon, Brenda walked into the room. Dressed in a shabby white shirt and torn pants, she looked poor. Watching Brenda walk up to the sofa, Alpha Anthony waved his hand. Two tall and strong she-wolves came from behind Brenda, grabbed her, and slapped her several times. The sound of the slaps hitting her face filled me with joy, although, I didn't show it on the outside. "Alpha Anthony, why are you doing this?" Brenda asked in shock, covering her swollen cheeks.

"This is the punishment for bullying Vivian!" Alpha Anthony frowned, sitting straight in a domineering posture. "Remember your identity. Next time you dare to cross the line, I won't be so nice to you." Brenda scoffed in anger and tried to explain. However, Alpha Anthony didn't give her a chance to speak. "In two days, Mr. Thomas Taylor will arrive here and select a few best werewolves to attend the training at the prominent training ground. Brenda, you better prepare for the welcome ceremony and the trials. Don't screw it up, or I'll skin you alive!" "Can I partake in the trials?" Brenda asked with her eyes lighting up. It was as if she had temporarily forgotten the humiliation that she had just suffered. Her crazy escapades made me almost burst into laughter. Alpha Anthony looked Brenda up and down, with undisguised resentment in his eyes. "You? Who do you think you are? How dare a slave expect to participate in the trials? Stop having ridiculous fantasies like this! You are not qualified. Just do your job well. Don't let your thoughts run wild," He snarled. Watching Brenda being taken down a peg made me feel very satisfied. "Only a werewolf with a noble bloodline is qualified to participate in the trials. Do you think you deserve that opportunity?" I added mockingly, looking at Brenda's pale face. "What if I qualified?" Brenda said firmly. "In your dreams!" I responded, rolling my eyes. "Brenda, a lowly slave like you only deserves to be trampled on by me forever!" "Do you think you are noble? What gives you the guts to talk nonsense in front of Alpha Anthony? If I'm just a slave, why do you always make things difficult for me? I look down on you from the bottom of my heart!" Brenda frowned at me. "You look down on me?" My temper got the better of me, making me forget to act civilized in public. I censured Brenda regardless of anything. "Bitch, I'll tear your mouth apart!" At that moment, I just wanted to tear Brenda into pieces. Hopping on her, I grabbed hold of her hair and tried to scratch her flawless face. Unexpectedly, Brenda was I prepared. She blocked my attack with her elbow, kicked my belly, and scratched my arm. Groaning in pain, I covered my belly and looked at the bloody scratches on my arm. I was almost driven mad by her. "You bitch! How dare you hurt me?!" I didn't even care that my hair was disheveled. I knew that my appearance must be awful at this moment, but it was all because of Brenda. I didn't that I couldn't even overthrow a slave. "Miss Vivian, you asked for it." Brenda looked at me coldly. Finally, Alpha Anthony let out a growl, putting a stop to our fight. "Brenda, prepare for the ceremonies. I don't want to repeat my order again." It seemed that Alpha Anthony wasn't going to give Brenda a severe punishment as I expected. My goal was not achieved. I wasn't satisfied at all. It seemed that I would have to find another way to punish this bitch. It would be best if I could make her life a living hell. All of a sudden, a perfect idea occurred to me. ** Brenda's POV: Due to Alpha Anthony's strict instructions, I began to prepare for the welcome ceremony and the trials and tried my best to not make any mistakes. While I was busy working, I heard my wolf crying in my mind. "Avery, what's wrong?"I asked. "We were rejected by our mate." "I'm sorry. I have accepted his rejection." "You don't have to apologize. I know he won't be a good mate. But still, I can't help feeling sad." "We might not have another mate," I said dejectedly. She stopped crying at once and said, "That's impossible! I believe that the Moon Goddess will give us a second chance." "Maybe. But after last time, I don't have much expectation for my mate." "Be optimistic! By the way, Brenda, you haven't told me your birthday wish yet." "My birthday wish? I want to become stronger so that I can take revenge!" Although Alpha Anthony had clearly told me that I couldn't participate in the trials, I didn't give up. Becoming stronger was my only goal. I would never forget the way Beta Perez killed my father and took over the pack. Only when I became stronger could I successfully take revenge! Two days later, on the day of the welcome ceremony, the Black Eye Pack was bustling. All the werewolves of the pack gathered in the square, and there was a long line to welcome the prince. Everyone was excited to see him in person. At noon, Prince Thomas Taylor of the Godden Kingdom finally arrived with a group of lycan guards. The square was covered with expensive red carpet, and firecrackers were being set off everywhere, filling the area with loud crackling noises. Prince Thomas was wearing a gloomy military uniform, with a lot of medals clamped on his chest. He had a handsomely chiseled face, but with subtle facial features that made him look distinguished. He was tall and sturdy, with a serious expression on his face. There was a dignified aura around him that was befitting of royalty. Every step he took made the she-wolves gathering in the square scream like crazy. However, sensing his innate coldness, they did not dare to approach him, and could only settle for admiring him from afar.