The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: BREAKFAST WITH THE QUEEN

The Queen gasped softly in shock as Jasmine threw her arms around her neck and hugged her.

Jasmine wept nonstop.

Even though the bruises on her arms, neck, and leg hurt, she held onto the Queen tightly.

The Queen sighed gently and put her arms around her as she gently patted her head and held onto her.

The Queen’s guards walked up to them in attempt to drag Jasmine off but the Queen rose her hand up preventing them from coming any further.

Then she gently patted her hair and whispered soft words into her ears.

"It’s alright, child." She said. "It’s alright."

Jasmine wept until the tears had dried away from her eyes.

Then Jasmine reluctantly let go of the Queen once she realized what she had done.

She withdrew and looked down at the floor, her eyes downcast.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty," Jasmine said. "I was out of line."

The Queen smiled and reached out to wipe a tear that Jasmine had missed. Then, she gently set her hand to cup her beautiful, framed face.

"Do not apologize. You need not to." The Queen said softly.

Jasmine managed to look up at the Queen and saw that her coat had been smeared with tears and some of her bruises from her neck.

It wasn’t a pure white fur coat anymore; it was now tainted with red.

"I do need to apologize for it. I have dirtied your coat." Jasmine said.

She was going to get into trouble for this single act.

The Queen laughed. "What? This old thing?"

She dusted the top of her fur coat. "It’s nothing. Simply just a coat, nothing more."

Then she turned back to Jasmine.

"Never apologize for expressing your feelings." The Queen said. "Never."

Jasmine felt her eyes burning with more tears.

She could not understand nor believe why the Queen was Kind and gentle to her.

She could not phantom it at all.

Especially after what had happened to her the previous day.

She was a slave, the daughter of an enslaved person, and she was now an accused accomplice in the almost murder of the Alpha.

She had been thrown into the dungeon, and yet here the Queen was, standing in her expensive and beautiful fur clothes while standing in her old, dirty rags.

She had even been so lost in her mind that she had hugged her smelling body over the Queen, yet the queen had not rejected or pushed her aside.

Instead, she had embraced her warmly.

Then she felt the tears begin to gather down until she burst into tears again.

She choked on the tears, and then the Queen opened her purse and pulled out a beautiful patterned hankie.