The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: JASMINE’S APOLOGY

Jasmine swallowed heavily, feeling extremely uncomfortable by his gaze.

By his statement that she will never ever be a wolf.

Like he reminded her of the curse that was laid on her head.

Her throat went dry, and she looked away.

Two other maids came into the room with mops and buckets to clean up the blood.

Jasmine recognized one of the girls but did not recognize the other.

She turned her face away.

She had so many questions: what had happened?

She could not even remember when the serving girl had gotten into the room.

Her head hurt, and the memory was quite vague.

Once the maids were gone, Jasmine blurted out. "What could have happened to her like that?"

"It is probably witchcraft." He said. "Whatever it is, we would find out you say you do not remember what happened?"

She tried to rake her brain, but there was nothing.

She could not remember anything at all.

Only a banging headache.

She shook her head as she pressed her fingers to her temples.

"No, I do not remember anything. I woke up, and that was where I saw her." She said.

He nodded his head towards the food. "Eat your meal."

She had forgotten entirely about the food.

She turned around to see the platter that had been set by the bedside table and felt all appetite was gone.

She shook her head. "I believe I am okay, my lord."

She knew he would argue but then didn’t.

She saw he did not look pleased, and then she took an apple and bit down on it.

He raised his brows in question, and then she saw the scar across his eyes come into view.

She stared at him without even noticing how obvious she had been.

"It was your father." He informed her.

She blinked at him in confusion, cruising back down to reality.

"I beg your pardon, my lord?" She asked, confused further.

"The scar on my eyes, it was from your father." He said. "You were looking at it, and I could tell you had questions."

Jasmine felt a chill down her spine.

Her father had done this to him?

She wanted to ask how, when, and why.

As if reading her mind, he cleared his throat and said. "When I was a young boy, my entire family was killed by your father. He was my father’s best friend, and yet he betrayed us all. He killed my mother, father, little sister, everyone! All except for me. Well, he left me for dead before I was found by Elena and brought back to life."

She grimaced and felt her stomach twist in an awful knot.

"This scar." He said, touching his eye. "Was given as a souvenir, as a gift for me when he used his sword to hack my face."

She closed her eyes in horror, unable to try and comprehend what he had been feeling as a child.

How it must have hurt him to be alone why such a brutal attack was carried on him, wondering what he felt.

Even if he did, would he even let her live? _{frёeωebɳovel.com}