The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: HEALING HIS WOUNS(R-18)

Xaden’s eyes flashed open, and he grabbed her arm before she even reached him.

He gently but dangerously sat up in the water, and his wet hair dropped down on his perfect chest.

She swallowed hard.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded, his eyes blazing with fire.

For an instant, all Jasmine could do was admire his lean, well-muscled body, as if the goddess herself had taken her time to work on him so that he would look like one of the gods.

His definitive body dispelled how much he had fought on the battlefield.

And then she remembered that she was still staring at him, and she swallowed again.

"I don’t like repeating myself. Don’t make me, or you will receive a beating from me." He promised her. "Now tell me. What are you doing in my bath? How dare you step into my chambers?"

"I-I... lady B-Belinda instructed me to serve you your water." She explained that sweat was going down her forehead.

"You are not instructed to work in my chambers." He said.

"Y-yes. But all the maids were gone, and with what happened in the evening, She said she had to face things herself." She explained.

He just stared at her. "Leave. I already have the water to bathe. I can bathe myself."

She looked at him in surprise. "But my lord. You just requested that I wash you."

"If you are a slut washing your father’s guests, then your hands would not touch mine." He shot.

Jasmine flinched back without meaning to do so.

The sting of hurt was present.

She knew what he was saying, and even then, she still had not been allowed to bathe any alpha.

Of course, he would not know this because he saw her as nothing but the daughter of his enemy.

He seemed like a rat hiding from its predator while she was the cat.

He was backed to the far end of the bath as a touch from her would burn him.

"Please, your majesty." She managed. "Your wounds will be infected."

"I said leave! I can handle it myself." He started rising from the bath but weakly dropped down in a splash.

She hurriedly went to his side and held him before gently easing him back.

"You’re hurt." She expressed. "If you don’t let me heal you now, then the wound will go bad. You might not be able to perform the last ritual."

He chuckled. "I assure you that whether I am wounded or not, I can perform the last ritual."

She frowned. She didn’t understand what he meant.

And he felt a smile creak up his face.

He had always seen her face downward; she rarely made any expressions, but seeing her frown was the first.

And it amused him to see her red brows gathered together.

"You don’t know what the final ritual is about, do you?" He asked.

She shook her head innocently. "No, my lord."

That was odd; as the daughter of an Alpha, she was to know all about their festival and rituals.

"It’s all about fucking." He said.

He saw the horror in her face and stopped himself from laughing.