The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: RAW DESIRE(R-18)

I swallowed again and shook my head.

"No," I said.

I was trembling, scared of him now.

He looked like he was going to kill me at any moment from now on.

"You were poisoned." He said.

I stopped and stared at him blankly.

I knew that they didn’t like me in his pack, but to think that they would poison me, too?

But how?

Then I remembered the bread that had been served to me.

"Your food was poisoned." He said. "You could have died."

My heartbeat raced.

That meant I couldn’t even eat.

Then it occurred to me. If I was poisoned, then that meant that everything else was poisoned, and the guard had eaten my cheese.

My heart fluttered.

What about him?

"What about the guard?" I asked quickly.

"What about the guard?" He asked me.

I swallowed. "He took the cheese that was in the tray for me and ate it. The other didn’t really get to like it. If I was poisoned, then that meant that he was too."

Xaden just blinked at me.

"You have to do something," I begged. "He would die."

I couldn’t let someone die because of me.

"Aren’t you happy that your enemy is dying?" He asked me. "If it were you, they would be happy."

I shook my head. "No one deserves to die, regardless of anything."

He just looked at me.

"He is a wolf who can shift," Xaden replied. "It doesn’t matter. The wolfsbane would probably knock him out, but he would be fine."

I took a deep breath of relief to know that they would be fine.

"You were brought here and treated by a healer. This is the second time this has happened." He said it, sounding annoyed, and I felt ashamed of myself.

"I’m sorry for inconveniencing you," I said. "I don’t have any money to pay the healer. But I’ll look for a way to raise it."

He just stared at me.

I knew that healers were paid for their services.

Even Urma back home had been paid for her services, regardless of the fact that she lived in the pack.

It was a tradition.

"What if I told you that you would pay for it now?" He asked me.

I looked back up at him, unsure of what to say.

"I don’t have any money," I said.

His face was grim, malicious, and suspicious, filled with revenge.

"There are other ways you can pay for the services I gave you for free." He said.

Did he mean with my body?

I wondered if he was still going to sleep with me. Since the day he took me, I wondered if he would again.

But he had shown no signs of doing so.

He had instead ignored me.

And here I was in his bed, unclad, with him, demanding services paid for my treatment from the healer.

"You were the one who offered to pay for the treatment." He said. "Not me."

I swallowed.

How would I get to pay him? Truly?

He pulled down the fur blanket and looked at my breasts. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}