The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: HIS PERSONAL SLAVE

"Forgive me Xaden." Uther said. "I really had no idea that you had company. I wouldn’t have come in at all."

"It’s alright." Xaden nodded as he folded his arms. "What’s the issue?"

Uther shrugged. "It is nothing so serious. Just some matters that arose after you left. Not of much importance, but I wanted to give you foresight especially since I once lived here and knew how your later father- goddess rest his soul- ruled." _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

Jasmine did not like his uncle uther.

From the moment she had met him, she did not trust him and it was very unlike her to judge a book by its cover.

And it wasn’t just because he had come along with Xaden’s first mate.

Where had they been when his family had massacred?

Why had they conveniently shown up in the pack?

She didn’t buy his story that they had been hiding and waiting for them to be called out.

He was like all the men she had grown to see.

Men like him had something devious and were not genuine with their intentions.

She was an unshifted, but sometimes it shocked her that she sensed when someone was bad news over even those who were already wolves.

She ducked further inside the bedsheets so that he wouldn’t see her.

Xaden took in such a deep breath the entire room heard it.

"That’s alright." He eventually gave in. "I’ll see you in my throne room in about a few minutes."

Uther grinned ear to ear. "That would be wonderful."

Then Uther started to bow at Xaden and then Xaden proceeded to stop him.

"None of those are needed from you." Xaden said.

Uther smiled and then took a Quick Look at Jasmine.

They were quite far away but their eyes locked and Jasmine gave him a glare.

Uther smiled on his way out and Xaden shut the door.

She heaved una sigh of relief once he was gone and managed to sit up and use the bed cover to hide her nakedness.

Xaden walked over to the bed and she went red once again.

She found herself sliding back.

It was something she had noticed she did out of habit.

Not that she didn’t want it or that her body didn’t, but she had had men try to touch her.

So she always recoiled from anyone’s touch no matter who they were until their intentions were known.

He simply picked up her torn dress and sighed.

Then he walked to where his massive chest of drawers were and brought out a large shirt for her.

"Wear this." He offered.

She swallowed and shook her head. "I can’t."