The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: SERVANT DUTIES

JASMINE’S POV

As Jasmine and Fiona went down the hallways, chattering off like best friends, they heard some voices.

Jasmine saw the other servants bowing down, and then she hurried and curtseyed.

Jasmine dragged down Fiona who was still standing and gawking at them.

It was then Jasmine curtseyed.

The people passed by.

"Who are they?" Fiona asked, looking up once they had gone ahead.

"I do not know," Jasmine said with a shrug. "Perhaps new guests?"

Jasmine watched as a lady in a lavender dress went on with a man right beside her.

A number of guards went right behind them.

"I heard that she is Alpha Xaden’s long-lost mate," a servant gossiping to another said.

Jasmine could overhear.

"I thought everyone from his pack had been killed except for him." The servant responded.

"So did I."

Jasmine swallowed heavily.

Alpha Xaden’s long-lost mate?

Why did she feel uncomfortable? It was not like they had anything.

She had feelings for him and was growing to accept that, but he most certainly did not care about her.

She was curious to know if this was true or not.

"Let’s go," Fiona said, pulling Jasmine away.

Jasmine was dragged off as her chains clattered.

"Are those not too heavy for you?" Fiona said. "Why would you be subjected to such?"

"They are orders from Alpha Xaden," Jasmine said. "I am to wear this at all times."

Fiona looked over the heavy chains in horror as she tried to fiddle with the chains.

"Do not," Jasmine said, withdrawing herself from her grip. "You will be punished."

"Those chains will make it difficult for you to work. How did you even get to finish work so fast?" Fiona queried. "Even a girl like me who worked on my father’s farm could not do it as well as you did."

Jasmine blushed in shame. "It was a skill I had to pick overtime."

"Whatever crimes you have committed, these punishments are too grim for you," Fiona said without letting the matter go.

"I have seen worse," Jasmine said. Then she tucked her hand behind her ears. "If you knew who I am or whose daughter I am, you will never speak to me again."

Fiona shook her head. "Whoever’s daughter you are does not matter. Neither does the blood that flows through your brain. In my pack, they all believed that I would be the one girl who was a replica of her mother. Calm, poised, lovely. But I grew up to be entirely different."

Fiona sighed and gently collected Fiona’s hands. "You do not know me, and yet you have helped me. Twice! You saved my life on both occasions. Because of you, that awful girl didn’t get the opportunity to hit me. And because of you, I did not get an extra punishment. I finished my work on time."

Fiona sighed heavily. "It does not matter whose blood flows through your veins."

Fiona set her hand to point at Jasmine’s chest. "It is what is in here that matters the most. Not what everyone else expects or believes of you."

Jasmine felt overwhelmed.

Such kind words from someone she had only met today.

Someone who did not judge her and would not even care to know who she truly was.

She wanted to throw her arms and hug her.

She felt her feet wiggle in excitement at the prospect that she now had a friend.

A friend within her age was also a woman for the first time in her life.