The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: DRESSING FOR THE FEAST

BELLE’S POV

Belle clapped for Xaden, excited to see that his pack members were celebrating his victory.

They sang songs in his praise, and she swelled with pride.

She was proud that this man, who many people so loved, would be here to keep her one day.

She had not doubted it once that he would emerge without the horns.

Xaden was a fighter.

Then, from the corner of her eyes, she saw someone in the distance looking over a balcony.

It was that stupid serving girl.

She felt the fury grow within.

She glared at her, and the girl saw her and hurried away from the balcony.

She was angry.

First, she had seen her last night on the balcony with Xaden when he had returned from the forests with the horns.

What had he been doing with her in the first place?!

What had she been doing in the forest?

Belle had seen her in her miserly dress and rumpled form.

Why was such a nobody hanging around his lover?

The man she was to marry.

She was beyond words angry and just wanted to slash and destroy.

Upset, she turned around and marched up to her bedroom, where her mother and her grandmother were discussing.

"Mother! Aunt!" She shrieked. "I saw that girl! With Xaden!"

"What girl, Belle? You’re going to have to be more precise." Her mother said she was sounding weak and tired.

Belle frowned.

Throughout yesterday’s event, it seemed that when they came back from their ride in town, they encountered a problem.

Her mother and aunt had been gloomy.

"What’s wrong with you two?" She asked them.

She didn’t care; she was extremely selfish and only wanted her matters discussed, but she also wanted gossip.

"It’s nothing." Aunt Cherry said. "Say what you want to say or leave." _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

Belle jolted up.

Aunt Cherry was strict and gave her chills—more than her mother.

"The serving girl," Belle said. "The one who has made Grandma think she was seeing my Skype aunt—the ugly one with the scar.

Both women turned sharply to look at her.

"What did you say?" Her mom asked her.

"That girl. The red-headed girl." Belle repeated, disgusted. "I saw her last night coming out of the forest with Xaden. She was standing not so far from him when he presented the elk horns. And then again, I saw her happy and smiling this morning when the women were singing Xaden’s praises."

Aunt Cherry and her mother exchanged stares.

"I’m worried it might affect our plans for tomorrow’s last and final ritual." She said. "There are rumors that he protects her. What does she have that I don’t have? She is ugly, and I am a royal princess. Everything about her is miserable. Why doesn’t he look at me?"

And she started crying.

"My Goddess, do you have to cry about everything?!" Aunt Cherry said. "No wonder he wouldn’t even look at you. No man wants a weeping woman. How did you even raise her?"

Corral sighed and put her hands in her face.

"Mother, you said we’re going to execute our plans tomorrow, didn’t you?" Belle asked.

She didn’t want to make the mistake of losing Xaden.

This was her opportunity.