Chapter 158: Queen Of The Underworld Palace

Versailles, cloaked in a black robe with hood, moved among the crowd of beasts and werewolves in great fascination. The Underworld City of the Werewolf Clan was in a spherical shape with the Crimson Palace in the center of the city.

The Beta wolves resided closest to the Crimson Palace, with the King's Pack on the East and the Ruling Wolf Pack on the West. The brown wolves resided close to the Betas, and the Omegas or ordinary wolves of the Werewolf Clan resided on the outer ring of the Underworld City.

Unlike the Floating Flame Island and the Vampire City, the Underworld Palace of the Werewolf Clan had order and structure similar to those of the six realms' capital cities. Wolves closest to the Crimson Palace were higher in status and resembled the officials and aristocrats, while those further from the Crimson palace were more like the civilians of the six realms.

There were shops and markets where beasts, wolves, and their mates, sold healing potions, restorative herbs, magical nutrients, spell charms, and store bracelets among many other things.

"Truly worthy of being the smallest in number, but greatest in might." Versailles sighed in amazement as she witnessed two wolves confront a pack of lesser-race beasts.

Slaves of the clan, the beasts seemed to be shopping for the mate of the wolf they served. But the item they wanted to purchase, a beauty-enhancing charm, was grabbed by the mate of a wolf higher in status.

"I want this charm. Who dares to compete with me?" The female beast placed a hand on her hip and condescendingly looked down at the shivering beasts.

"But, but we got it first. Miss Luciana, how can you snatch the item we already bought?" 

'Luciana? Why does this name sound familiar?' Versailles frowned and tried to see the beast's face. But the other party was surrounded by lesser races and two wolves protectively shielding her behind them.

To have werewolves as protectors, the beast must be the mate of a Beta.

As the argument of the two parties increased in volume, a crowd began to gather and watch the spectacle in excitement.

"She looks like the mate of a Beta. But why is she arguing with lesser race beasts?"

"Who knows. I heard it was about some beauty-enhancing charm."

"Beauty-enhancing charm? Is that worth fighting over?"

As the gathered wolves and beasts began to whisper among themselves, the mocking voice of the female reached their ears.

"You filthy creature! How dare you defame me. I clearly paid for the item before you. And yet you say I snatched it? Which eye of yours saw me snatch it?"

"Miss Luciana, please calm down. This is a public place. If Beta Olsen comes to know you created a farce outside again, he won't be happy." One of the werewolves' flushed in embarrassment as he heard his mistress's shameless words.

She had clearly snatched it, but no one dared to point it out because she was the mate of a Beta.

But the opposing lesser races weren't as tactful because, even if a bit lower, their mistress was also the mate of a Beta.

"Miss Luciana, I saw it with both of my eyes. Otherwise, why would I dare to fight for a beauty-enhancing charm with you?"

Once the words of the beast reached the crowd, they threw strange glances at Luciana as if she were a female bandit.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

"You filthy creature! You're tired of living, aren't you?" Luciana lashed out at the beasts, tightly slapping them for humiliating her in public and failing to know their place.

The lesser races weren't expecting the female to suddenly start beating them. Surprised and caught off guard, they fell on their backs making a sorry state. Shamefaced and embarrassed, the lesser races exchanged bitter smiles and tried to get back on their feet.

As mere slaves of the Werewolf Clan, they had no power or freedom, their position being even lower than that of a wild beast. Therefore, even if they were wronged or unjustly beaten to death, no one would step up for them or take their side.

Because this was the Werewolf Clan. And here, the wolves and their mates reigned supreme.

"Filthy creatures! You have forgotten your status, haven't you? Dare to talk to me like this! If I don't teach you a lesson today, then I'll change my name!"

Whip!

Just as the beasts climbed back to their feet, a flaming barbed whip landed on their bodies, sending them tumbling to the ground. Blood seeped from their torn flesh and the scent of burnt flesh spread in the air, making the spectating crowd gag and step back.

But no beast stepped up to stop the raging female. Because she was the mate of a Beta wolf, the personal attendant of the Werewolf King.

Whip!

"Ah!"

Whip!

"Ah!"

Whip!

"Filthy creatures!"

The lesser races, tearing and bleeding, rolled on the ground covering their heads as more lashes landed on their bodies. Their clothes were torn into shreds, exposing more of their skin, as the barbed whip harshly landed on their thin frames and tore more flesh.

Versailles stood at the edge of the crowd.

She had left the Crimson Palace incognito and didn't want to draw attention to herself.

But the more she watched, the tighter her fists clenched and the angrier she became.

"Versailles, calm down. They are only lesser races...they are only lesser races..." The words came out of her mouth in deep hisses, her teeth gritting against each other as she tried to control her emotions.

The creatures were lesser races. 

Slaves of the Werewolf Clan, while the female seemed to be the mate of Olsen, her mate's right-hand commander.

Between the two, it was obvious who held more importance.

But as Versailles watched the female ruthlessly lash at the beasts, her heart shuddered.

What had they done to deserve such beating? What had they said to warrant such treatment?

They were beasts of lesser races, true. But they were also living beings that felt pain and despair just like any other creatures.

She couldn't just stand by and watch anymore.

Versailles pushed the crowd aside and moved towards the huddled creatures. Just when the female beast raised her hand to deliver another blow, she stood in front of the bleeding creatures and held the whip.

"Enough!" Cold and commanding, her voice instantly attracted the attention of the indifferent beasts.

Luciana inadvertently shivered and froze in place. The cold voice held power that raised goosebumps on her arms.

"Huh? Who is she?"

"Whoever she is, she should've just stood on the sidelines and watched. Now that she interfered in this matter, it won't end well for her."

"Yes, that female isn't just anyone. She's Olsen's mate, the right-hand Commander of the Werewolf King."

The spectating beasts whispered and sighed in pity as they sympathetically looked at the cloaked Versailles. No doubt, they were already imagining her miserable ending. 

Upon hearing the crowd's words, the Gold Blood's fear receded and she flushed in shame.

How could she get frightened by a random beast? And this da** beast actually dared to frighten her?

"Who...who dares to hold my whip!?" She wanted to know which beast had such guts!

In the entire Underworld Palace, which female beast had the guts to stand in the way of Olsen's mate, the Werewolf King's right-hand Commander?

"I dare. What about it?"

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On the other side, the Werewolf King concluded his meeting for the day and returned to the Purple-Radiance Palace with a racing heart.

Light must've rested well enough by now!

If we go another round, it shouldn't be too much...

Looking forward to seeing his mate so he could shower her with love, King Ramose hastened his steps and entered their bedroom with a bright smile on his face.

But the moment he entered the room, what greeted his sight was an empty bedroom...

Maybe she's in the washroom? 

Heh...good...taking a bath together is also good...

Thinking so, he proceeded to their washroom and unceremoniously entered.

"Light! I'm back!" 

But it was another empty room...

Da**! Where did Light go? She couldn't be hiding from me, could she?

Feeling helpless, he went around the room searching for his mate.

"Light, where are you? Light, Light!"

After searching the whole room and failing to find his mate, the Werewolf King's face paled.

Where is Light!?

Frantic and frightened, King Ramose dashed out of their bedroom with a panicked expression.

"Olsen, Olsen! Gather everyone! Light is missing!"

"The Queen? Yes, Werewolf King!" The Serpentine Queen was missing. This was nothing less than an emergency. Olsen raced through the palace and gathered the other Betas.

Within a matter of seconds, the Betas gathered around their Werewolf King and charged out of the Crimson Palace in search of the Serpentine Queen.

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Versailles looked at the female beast and felt an urge to puke. 

Such pretty blue eyes and brown skin became disgusting when paired with the ugly expression on her face.

Wrapping the whip around her hand, Versailles sneered and gave a forceful tug.

Bang!

The high and overbearing Gold Blood fell forward, her face landing at Versailles feet.

Crossing her arms, the serpentine forgivingly peered down at the woman at her feet.

"No need to bow to me. Just fix that ugly attitude of yours and I'll be good."

"Puff!"

"Da**! This is too comical!"

"Don't laugh! Don't laugh! We mustn't forget the woman is the right-hand commander's mate."

"That's right! If we anger this female, she'll take her rage out on us."

The laughing crowd instantly went silent and stepped back, not wanting to get pulled into the two's confrontation. 

"You b***h! I'll kill you!" Luciana's face turned red with shame.

Since she entered the Underworld Palace when had she ever suffered such humiliation? 

This da** beast not only embarrassed her but also humiliated her before a crowd!

Red with anger, her features twisted with hatred and murderous intent.

For daring to humiliate her, she'll kill the b***h!

Pushing off the ground, she raised her hand to slap the hateful female across the face.

But her hand had yet to land when she tripped and fell back on her face again.

"Hahaha..." Versailles laughed heartily, her body shaking as she held her stomach and threw back her head.

"Hey! It's fine if you like bowing. You can keep bowing...I won't force you to fix your attitude."

The spectating beasts shivered in trepidation at the fearlessness of the beast before them.

She really dared to publicly play Olsen's mate? Her courage knew no bounds! They took another step back, not wanting to be associated with the female that seemed bent on courting disaster. 

Luciana couldn't raise her face anymore. She felt both embarrassed and humiliated, her heart writhing in resentment and deep hatred, as she gritted her teeth and got back to her feet.

This time, she didn't blindly charge at the beast. The first two times had taught her the female wasn't an easy opponent. In her rage, she forgot her status and power.

Turning to the two wolves standing on the side, she venomously hissed.

"What are you waiting for? An invitation? Get this wench on her feet before me!"

However, the wolves did not move.

Unlike Luciana, they were trained to judge the strength and weakness of an opponent before blindly attacking. And from the beginning of the two's confrontation until now, they couldn't spot any weakness in other's stance.

Da**! Who is this female?

They exchanged glances and decided to tread cautiously.

"Ahem! Female, if I may, can we have your name and position. In the Werewolf Clan, any scuffle that occurs in the marketplace needs to be recorded. Otherwise, we'd be forced to apprehend you."

"Huh? How come I never heard about this?" Versailles felt stunned.

The Underworld Palace...wasn't it too orderly?

In a place like the Nar realm, scuffles were an ordinary, everyday affair. But in the Werewolf Clan, such a matter needed to be recorded?

"Well, are you new in the Underworld Palace? This is a rule every beast in the Werewolf Clan knows." 

"Well..."

But before she could finish her words, Luciana pushed the wolf aside and glared at her.

"You wench! You dared to attack me without knowing who I am? Do you know what the consequences for attacking a Beta's mate are?"

"Heh...you keep calling me wench. It seems to me you don't value your life."

"I call you wench. What about it?"

"Heh....you dare to call my mate, Queen of the Underworld Palace, a wench?" The cold voice was like a bucket of ice water, making all the beasts in the vicinity inadvertently shiver.

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