The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: THE FEAST

XADEN’S POV

Xaden strolled to the dining hall, where all the surviving Alphas, their gammas, and Lunas were waiting for him.

He strode head-on, trying to forget what Elena had said.

She had been the one who had raised him as a child, and she had found him lifeless. She had to understand that he desired victory.

No matter the cost,.

Even if it meant losing his head.

She had not done it for him well; someone else had.

That was enough for him.

He remembered how scared and hurt he was when he saw his mother being forcibly raped.

His father’s head in their strategy room, their pack members, and his little sister are dead.

He knew that if his father had never loved them or didn’t even have them all, he would have defeated him in a split second.

But Bale, his father’s best friend, knew and used that against him.

He used his family as leverage to make him weak, and he still killed them after everything.

Xaden did not want that.

He didn’t want to fall in love or have children because he would care for them.

He could never be vulnerable.

He could not love, but yet he cared.

There was a difference, and that was all that mattered.

He felt his chest where his heart had been ripped out and then stitched back in place.

No one knew. Not even Erik.

But they knew the consequences of being in his pack.

He would die protecting his people, and that was it. He was loyal to them and did the most for them.

He sighed, and the doors were opened for him.

They were all dressed in their finest attire.

Rich and exquisite ball dresses of silk and valuable jewelry dangled around their necks and ears.

There was chatter as the guests spoke and laughed together.

"Alpha Xaden, Alpha of the Crescent Pack, and Victor of the Hunt Ritual!" Someone announced.

They all bow at him—even the royal family.

It was the only time the royal family could bow to him.

The only other time they did was when a wolf had accomplished an honorable act so much that it deserved a bow from the royal family.

But that was far from happening.

Xaden still hated them.

He walked to the queen, took her hands, and kissed her.

"Queen Rose," he said.

She smiled. "Xaden. My favorite. The only wolf who can stand before my husband and disobey him."

He smiled. She was the only one he liked. She was the true queen, and the king was only the consort because he had married into the royal bloodline.