The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659: ELEANOR’S RETURN

Eleanor stood behind, her arms and body in stitches, her wavy dark hair messed up along her face.

Her skin was dark and dirty.

She looked a mess.

Like someone who had been under the ground for over a hundred years.

If you didn’t know her, you would believe she was the one.

At first, Xaden had been in disbelief.

He knew that face, the arms, the hand, the body.

He knew everything about her.

She was the one who had raised him.

His very own mother.

But he had seen her head decapitated.

Hanging by the spikes of the pack walls.

He had done her funeral rites for her.

So why was she now standing in front of him, looking as though she had been through the valley of death and returned?

She was holding a silver dagger in her hand.

The very same thing that he could tell, she had used to stab Cherry.

"I told you your day of reckoning was finally going to come bitch." She spat at the dust on the floor.

Everyone just froze, unable to say a word.

Xaden knew that voice anywhere.

"Eleanor?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She slowly turned around from the heap of dust she had been looking at and saw him.

She paused as she watched him.

For a minute, it looked like she couldn’t believe it was him.

As though she was seeing double.

"Xaden?" She said, in response, in the softest voice one could wish for.

He shifted back to his human form almost as immediately as he had transformed into his wolf.

He walked past everyone, still dazed and transfixed by the incident that had just occurred.

He walked up to where she stood by the throne, and he very slowly touched her dirt-stained face.

"Mum?" He said, his eyes filling with tears.

He cupped her cheek, and she closed those beautiful brown eyes.

She was the one.

He was so stunned for a second that he didn’t know what to do.

There, he threw his arms around her and gave her a tight hug, even though she smelled and was, in fact, dirty.

He held onto her so fervently it was as though he was dreaming.

Even if he were, he didn’t want to wake up.

She rubbed the back of his hair and softly said in his ear.

"My boy." She said.

She kissed the side of his cheek and held him closer again.

"You haven’t called me mum since you left me to go build your pack." She whispered into his ear.

And then guilt overcame him.

He remembered how cruel he had been to her when he said he had wanted to avenge his family.

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