The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650: THE DISCOVERY

Auburn’s head still throbbed where it had struck the wall.

Her maids fluttered around her like startled hens, fussing over her hair, her dress, her wound.

"Princess, are you hurt?" The first asked.

"Do you need water?" Another asked in a pleading voice.

"Should we call for a healer?" A third questioned sympathetically.

"LEAVE ME!" Auburn shrieked, slapping their hands away. "All of you, OUT!"

They scattered instantly.

Auburn clutched the side of her head, breathing hard.

She didn’t understand what happened.

One moment she was walking through the hallway proudly with her girls, the next she was on the ground, her skull ringing, blood in her hair, and a gust of force pushing her forward like a ghost had shoved her.

But it wasn’t the fall that unsettled her.

It was the feeling.

Something cold had passed through her.

Something familiar.

Something she hated more than anything.

She looked back at the empty space and felt the cool breeze against her.

She felt her back and massaged it with her spare hand.

It had felt as though a hand had imprinted against her back.

"Who the hell pushed me?" She demanded in rage.

The maids looked at each other, their breathing uneven.

She glared back up at them.

"Are you fucking deaf?" She demanded in further rage. "I asked a question who hit me?!"

"There was no one there your majesty." One of them said in a small quiet voice.

"Are you telling me I’m imagining what I felt?!" She hissed at the girls.

"No no no." Your majesty they chorused.

Auburn rolled her eyes.

"Bunch of pussies." She swore as she slowly rose to her feet.

Her hand was girly held against her wound.

She took off her hand and felt the sticky wound.

She looked down at it.

Blood.

She looked back at the vacant space and she felt a sickening feeling in her tummy.

Jasmine.

Auburn swallowed thickly.

No.

That was impossible.

But there something within her told her no.

She decided to check for herself.

To see Jasmine for herself.

She balanced herself well and another maid offered her help.

"Your majesty." The maid said kindly. "Your wound needs to be clean-

"SHUT UP!" Auburn stormed off and in a matter of seconds, she was headed down the cells.

Her footsteps echoed angrily through the tunnels.

She ignored the guards’ confused looks, ignored their bows, ignored the wary way they stepped aside.

Her wolf was pacing in her chest.

Agitated.

Uneasy.

She stopped directly in front of Jasmine’s cell.

The girl sat on the floor.

Huddled.

Silent.

Back turned to her.

Auburn sneered.

"Well, well, well," she hissed, folding her arms. "The little rat finally looks like what she is. A criminal in a cage."

No response.

Auburn’s eye twitched.

She stepped closer to the bars. "Are you deaf? I’m talking to you."

Still nothing.

Auburn’s irritation sharpened into anger.

Into rage.

"JAS-MINE!" she shouted, her voice slamming off the walls.

Jasmine didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

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