The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: JASMINE’S DISOBEDIENCE

Jasmine hugged herself as she lay huddled in the corner of the dark cell she had been thrown into.

Was this going to be the end of it all?

Would he kill her?

She felt the cold against her legs and shivered, pulling her dress up to her feet, trying her best to endure.

Back home, this was nothing; she was used to sleeping on the cold, hard floor sometimes as punishment, and it was something she had gotten used to.

But after being in the crescent pack for a while now and how things had been so different from home, she could not help but admit the fact that, to her, it was strange.

She had become accustomed to a softer life where she could sleep under a blanket without worrying about being kicked.

This was where she was supposed to be a slave, but she had gotten so used to her new life that she had forgotten who she indeed was.

She looked at the cold, dark wall that held nothing for her to see.

All the guards were outside, and even though she was so tiny, they had concealed her in a box dungeon that had no lights to even give her air to breathe.

It was like she was to be held hostage here forever.

As she lay down, she heard something.

It was like a very low hooting.

She frowned, and then she proceeded to turn around.

To her amazement, it was Qitania, her little owl.

She gasped, sitting up.

She looked at it and then looked around the room.

How had the bird even entered the cage? From where?

She had forgotten that it was after dawn and had initially called for the owl.

The owl must have gone looking for her and not found her, so she must have come here.

It amazed her.

She gently smiled and touched the owl. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

"It’s good to see a family face." She said weakly. "Although I wouldn’t lie, you look delicious."

The owl flapped its wings and hooted in protest as if it understood what she was saying.

Jasmine placed her hand over its beak to hush it and then froze to hear if the guards were approaching or had listened to any noise.

But after two minutes of being still, she finally relaxed and released her hand from the beak of the owl who glared at her telling her she did not like it.

"Do forgive me." She said. "But if I didn’t shush you, we both would have been cooked, and you would be roasted for dinner."

The Owl fluffed its feathers.

It was fascinating that she could communicate with this creature.