The Lycan Princess They Underestimated

I hid my Lycan scent and moved to the Neutral Zone just to enjoy a quiet life. I never expected my new neighbors to mistake me for a weak rogue and try to bully me.

I had just walked back from my terrace wine room when my phone buzzed like crazy.

A female wolf named Monica was calling me out on the forum.

"Is the rogue hogging the terrace playing dumb? I told you, the full moon party is happening up there tomorrow! Hogging public space is wrong. You should feel honored we're using your spot. $300 is more than generous for a bottom-feeder like you."

"Plus, if you cooperate, we’ll let you eat and drink for free at the party. Consider it your ticket to joining the community."

300 bucks?

I shook my head. The cheapest moonflower liquor in my collection cost at least 10,000 dollars. Not to mention I paid a whole million for the space itself.

"Keep dreaming," I typed, ready to turn off my phone.

Monica replied instantly. "A rogue dares to talk back? Not enough money? Fine, name your price. But you better think hard about whether you still want to live in this pack."

A threat?

I put down my glass. My Lycan blood began to boil.

That innate, bloodthirsty instinct was trying to break through my scent-blockers. I took a deep breath and pushed the anger down. I hated violence.

"First, it’s my private property. My name is on the deed. Second, 300 bucks doesn't even cover my electric bill," I typed, keeping my tone polite but cold. "Third, I don't need to 'give' it to anyone. It's my private wine room. Back off and respect boundaries."

Monica blew up.

She sent a voice memo, her voice shrill and nasty. "Private property? Cut the crap! You live in this building, you follow the Neutral Zone rules! My husband is Julian, the Gamma of the Zone Council. He runs this territory. Do you know how easily he could crush a bottom-feeder rogue like you? Like a bug. Do you know how much he’s done for this pack?"

"He just wants to use your terrace to host a dinner for our people, and you’re being this selfish?"

"Honestly, I’m starting to wonder how a scentless, single female like you can even afford a penthouse. I bet that money is dirty."

I rubbed my temples, glaring at the words.

Before I could close the app, Gideon, the building manager, chimed in.

"Monica is right. The full moon festival is about pack unity. Vesper, it’s unreasonable for you to hog the entire terrace."

"I’ll send someone up tomorrow to clear out your wine cabinets and set up the venue. Look at you, you’re clearly just an Omega. Don't piss off the high-ranking wolves."

I stared at the screen. I saw it clearly now.

This wasn't a negotiation. It was a daylight robbery.

A pathetic woman flaunting her husband’s cheap Gamma title. A spineless, ass-kissing manager helping her steal my territory.

And these idiots couldn't smell my true scent, so they actually thought a pureblood Lycan hiding her aura was a bottom-tier Omega?

Monica quickly added: "See? Even the manager is on my side! If you don't move your stuff tomorrow, we’ll do it for you! Gideon, let's prep a classic theme for the party."

Gideon replied: "No problem. Anything for the peace of the Neutral Zone."

I took a deep breath and set my phone down.

I came here to escape Royal politics. I didn't want conflict. I just wanted to relax.

I wanted to drink my rare liquors and enjoy a moment of peace.

But that didn't mean I was going to hand over my million-dollar territory to these brainless thieves.