The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: XADEN FINALLY DISCOVERS THE IMPOSTER

Present time.

All those moments came tumbling through his mind, reminding him of how he had treated the one woman who had loved him.

The one who had brought him back to life and raised him as a child.

The only one who knew from inside and out was gone.

And he had rejected her.

He had kicked her out of his home.

Discarded her Like a rag.

And now he would never see her again.

He would never apologize.

His pride had ruined his life! His stupid ego had cost him his own mother!

He howled, and then, when he had howled for over an hour, he reverted to his human form. His human form was, in fact, in tatters.

His hair was a mess, and he looked like he had dropped from hell.

His clothes were in shreds, and he had self-inflicted scratches on his own body.

He rose up to his feet and climbed up the wall.

He used his claws to cement his stance on the wall until he reached the top.

He picked her head out of the spike and kept it in the cradle of his neck.

He came down and began walking in the snow back home.

He did not take a horse or run as a wolf he simply walked in his human form.

The men were all behind him, and they gave him a large space away from him in respect.

They walked for hours until they finally reached the castle.

The entire castle was dead quiet.

It was as if death had hovered around it.

The women began to cry, and the men had their wolves howling because they all knew Eleanor.

She had been like a protector to them.

Marie pushed away from the crowd confused as to what was happening.

She stopped short when she saw Xaden holding her sister’s head in his arms.

She stood still, as if something had hit her.

She screamed.

Screamed so loud and powerful that all the glasses began to break at once.

The people had to put their hands against their ears to ease the shrill cry.

Only Xaden remained undisturbed.

Marie finally stopped and hovered around Xaden.

She was now crying black blood.

"Who did this?" She demanded. "Who did this to my sister?!"

She was hysterical, screaming and holding him, demanding a response.

But he, just like her, was dazed.

And he kept on walking.

He walked all the way up the stairs and just kept on walking.

It was not until he saw Jasmine that he stopped.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and her face was puffy as if she had cried.

His lips slowly set apart, and then he managed.

"She is dead, Jasmine." He said, showing his mother’s head.

"She is dead because of me."

Jasmine, at that moment, walked to him and very deeply hushed him.