The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: OVERHEARING GOSSIP

JASMINE’S POV

Once I finished my chores, I went into the healer’s quarters and found Loren awake and busy with his work.

"Good morning." I greeted.

He looked up from his glasses. "Good morning."

I took a deep breath and walked up to him. "Thank you for last night. You gave me your bed and slept on a cold bench." I told him. "Please, you’re an old man, and you must lie on your bed. I’ll take the bench."

He rose from the herbs he was chopping and looked at me. "With those marks on your back, how do you intend to heal?"

Hadn’t I suffered a much worse fate at home? I was sleeping on the bare floor even though my back still bled.

"Yes, but it doesn’t matter," I said. "You have done more than enough for me."

Didn’t he understand? I was grateful for what he had done for me, but my conscience would never let an older man suffer on my behalf.

He took off his glasses and looked at me. "I would expect the daughter of an Alpha to be foreign to suffering and such a life."

He raised a brow and looked at me, and my heart raced quickly.

I was blowing my cover with my attitude.

I was supposed to act like Jessica. Was her bad attitude so rampant that everyone knew how she indeed was?

I sighed and told a lie. "Yes, I lived well in my pack, but you’re my senior, and I was raised always to respect people. Regardless of who they were."

He looked at me closely. "And who taught you this?"

"Urma. She was my nanny." That was technically not a lie.

He just gazed at me and then waved his hand at the table.

"Come and eat your food and take your medicine, young girl." He said. "And you had better take that bed. I won’t treat you if you fall ill again."

I said nothing as I sat on the chair beside him and ate the meal before me.

I watched him read through his books and write.

Something I could never do.

If I could try reading his books, I might understand how to read.

He was a good man, just like Urma had been, except he didn’t like showing it, so he pretended to be gruff and grumpy.

Why were all healers like that?

I ate my meal and then took my medicine.

"Thank you," I said.

He ignored me and went back to his work.

Then I stepped down to the bathroom to find my water to bathe with.

My chains hurt as they were stuck on my feet, and the friction with my ankles against the metal gave me some bruises.

They also made noises, announcing my presence everywhere I went.