Her Monitor

Chapter Seventeen - Her monitor

It was the third day in the new prison. Laurel made her twentieth pushup before falling to the ground. She'd have brunch in few minutes time brought to her by her new monitor Delta Sigma.

The warriors had given her a prep talk or how to be respectful to him.

She also noticed they spoke about him using less honorifics so it was either they were close to him or he was younger than them, probably a teenager.

Another trumpet blew outside her window. Laurel turned to it, it was the sixth one that day. It reminded her of when her pack was attacked.

What was Stefan celebrating?

"Ahh, the Delta guy should come with my meal already!" she groaned, walking towards the door.

As she peeped through the keyhole, her green eyes met a pair of blue ones. She fell back. "What the hell!" Who was peeking at her like that?

Immediately the door unlocked and someone rushed to her side. A young man stared down at her. "Hmm, I've never seen a princess before."

Laurel glared at the person before her. Was it this runt who'd be monitoring her? He was shorter than she was and she was 5'5.

Yet, the moment their eyes met again, she dragged her head down, suddenly engulfed in fear. He was truly a powerful Delta.

"Princesses are not as beautiful as Sorren said." he sighed, sending a kick to Laurel's stomach. She screeched, falling on her back, and holding her stomach. "But they are definitely as fragile." The young man added.

Laurel's eyes watered as she seized her stomach tightly from pain. This Delta was insanely strong for his body size. What did she even do to deserve a kick? "I-I can't breathe…"

"Oh my. That's not good, right? Sorren said you aren't allowed to die yet." He stooped towards her, and rubbed her head. "Sorry, sorry, don't die yet. Please."

Was he a child? Laurel slapped his hand away, shocking him and herself. "I said I can't breathe not I'm dead. You will never be able to kill me."

As usual, she regretted her actions after she had done them. What if, like Cade, he decided to send more kicks to her stomach? Wouldn't she die then?

He left the ground and Laurel feared the worst. "You said you couldn't breathe so I thought you were dying. How was I to know you were just bluffing?"

Was he letting it go? Laurel watched him walk towards her bed, scrutinizing everything. "You have everything needed for daily survival so yeah, you won't die easily. It's a long life of torture for you."

It wasn't very consoling. She let go of her stomach and stood on her feet. "My name is Princess Laurel. And you?"

Whatever relationship they'd be having, it was important to share names, right? Even if she already knew his.

"Sigma. Future Lead Warrior of the Black Claws pack. Or so I'd have been." He chuckled. "Well, your father swooped in, killed my father and now, I'm rank-less."

Rank-less? Wasn't he the Delta? And his father was a lead warrior? "I'm sorry about that." She said. Perhaps she felt sorry because, just like her mother, his father was a lead warrior who was killed.

"Sorry?" Sigma scoffed. "Your father did that."

"I was a kid when it happened, I had no idea what he was doing." Laure said, as she might not get the chance to say again. "Believe me, I don't like the idea of snooping in other people's packs."

Sigma was quiet before shrugging, then a ridiculous grin came to his face. "Either ways, I'd be your boss for a long while. Let's take care of each other."

Take care of each other? She smiled, walking to her bed. "I heard you're a Delta. Even if you are this young, but you're strong." She quickly added the last part.

"I haven't accepted the position yet." He slightly pouted. "And I'm sixteen but yeah, really strong."

Sixteen? He was the same age as Lena. "Oh, I see. I'm eighteen, and I hate doing drills. They are like torture to me."

Sigma's face lightened up. "You are still a kid. And drills? Oh no, you'd do a lot of them under my control. A lot of them." He rubbed his hands together.

A smirk crept to Laurel's face. Of course, she'd like some drills, she wanted to get stronger. If he was the one assigning them to her then even if someone saw her training, it won't be suspicious.

"Ah." She left the bed. "My meal. You don't have it with you." She stared at his hands.

Sigma stood there, clueless. "Am I the one to feed you too?"

"I don't think so but I eat around this time." Laurel explained. "Could you, maybe, check the kitchen and ask. I'm famished."

He nodded. "Okay. Wait for me." He hurried out, leaving the door half closed.

Laurel shook her head. An insanely strong yet clueless teenager monitoring her? At least, she wouldn't be bored but she'd try not to provoke him.

A figure stood outside the door. Laurel knew one of the warriors must have returned to the door since Sigma left. It made her wonder if Sigma would be with her all the time since she shouldn't be left alone.

Another trumpet was blown. The seventh one.

She crept close to the warrior. She hadn't seen him before and he looked young, a teenager like Sigma. Perhaps, it was his personal guard.

"Hello." she initiated a conversation. "Could you tell me why the trumpets are being blown?"

The warriors slowly turned to her and she found his face red. "Um… are you… talking… me?"

He was blushing and stammering. Was he shy? Well, he was still in puberty stage, wasn't he? Laurel leaned closer.

She couldn't remember her puberty stage as she was forced to grow up faster than she should. But she'd read that young people, during that stage, were shy towards the opposite sex.

"Yeah, I'd like to know why the trumpets keep going off. I'm Princess Laurel. Nice to meet you." She smiled.

His eyes widened but then he frowned slightly, looking way, probably realizing he was talking to a prisoner. "It's not your… problem. Y-You don't have to speak with me."

"Just tell me." She said firmly.

He hesitated before replying. "Well, those are the messengers from the Lycan Packs. They are welcoming Alpha Stefan for acquiring a pack and becoming a Lycan Alpha."

Lycan Packs? Wait, they were pack filled with Lycans? "Eh! L-Lycan Pack, huh? Do you know how many?"

"I think seven packs congratulated him. He'd attend the Lycan Packs Meeting soon." The young warrior had a small smile. "We're happy for him. It was his father's dream, to be accepted by the Lycan Alpha King." The young warrior had a small smile.

Laurel exhaled. Seven Lycan Packs? And they could be more. There even had a Lycan Alpha King?!

Lycans were now organized enough to have packs and a King? They were almost unstoppable now.

And worst, her mate was part of them. Werewolves kingdoms had more threats now.