XADEN’S POV
Xaden was angry.
How dare she disobey an order? How dare Loren disobey him?
He was the Alpha.
He was used to Loren’s disgruntled behavior because he had worked with his family as a child.
He wouldn’t take this disrespect seriously.
When did Jasmine start working as his assistant?
When had he given Loren permission to have her as his assistant?
He rose from his seat in anger.
"You told him I wanted her brought down here, and he said what?" Xaden asked.
The guard was shaking.
He seemed too scared even to speak up.
"I beg your pardon, my Lord." The guard asked.
Belle just looked at the scene.
"What did he say?" Xaden asked.
The guard swallowed hard. "My lord. He said that if you wanted to get Jasmine, you should come get her yourself."
The hairs on Xaden’s body stood.
He was now at his full height.
"You don’t need to go." Belle said. "You have guests. And you’re the man of tonight. Why don’t you leave it? You could handle it tomorrow."
"This has to do with my pack, and I prefer to confront circumstances like this head-on." He said this as he turned to leave.
Belle jumped up. "Would you truly leave your princess all alone?"
He turned to look at her. "Of course, I never leave a beautiful princess alone. Take my guards and my men as a company. They will make sure my leaving didn’t even occur."
The guards gave him away, and he walked towards the door.
But she was bustling right behind him. "I’ll prefer your company, my lord. Or if you insist that you will leave, I would love to follow you wherever you go."
He looked at her hand, which clung to his arm, and smiled.
He bent down and pecked her cheek.
Her face went red.
"A pauper’s place is no place for a princess." He said. "I will return."
And then he gently took her arm out of his hand and walked away.
He went back to his furious face and stormed up the stairs.
He was going to face Loren and Jasmine.
So Loren had told her to stay put, and she had disobeyed his order.
He felt his arm hurt, and he groaned.
He still had not treated his arm. He had waited for Loren, but he had been told that Jasmine was treating the wounds, and then he waved it off.
He didn’t want her treating him.
He kicked down the door, and then it flung open.
Inside were a number of Alphas who had still sustained injuries from the hunt the previous night.
He looked around and saw Jasmine bending down and attending to an alpha.
He fumed and walked up to her.
"How does your arm feel now?" She asked the Alpha.
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