The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668: GOOD NIGHT REST

The forest swallowed us whole.

Moonlight dripped through the branches in trembling silver streams, barely enough to see where the horses were stepping.

The air was damp and cold, thick with the scent of moss and night.

Otto rode slightly ahead of me, silent, alert... every muscle of his body firm like a spring.

The events of the last few hours still pounding in my head.

The screams of the sirens and the moment they could have attacked us.

How terrifying it had been still haunted me.

And now i tried my very best to stay awake.

I tried.

But exhaustion weighed on my eyelids like heavy stones.

My body felt bruised inside and out.

My mind kept replaying everything at once, Pearl disappearing into the black water, the sirens racing after us, being thrown into the cell, the Queen sentencing me, Hildegard’s sacrifice.

It was too much and my body was overwhelmed by what it had faced.

My eyes closed without my permission.

Just one second.

Just one blink.

The next moment, darkness enveloped me and I slowly dozed off

My horse lurched right.

My body swayed sharply as the air became faster

I felt myself slipping and then hand clamped around the reins.

"Jasmine!" Otto’s voice cracked, sharp with panic.

I jerked awake as he pulled my horse to a rough stop.

My heart hammered violently.

I blinked at him, dazed and ashamed.

"I Otto, I’m so sorry," I whispered. "It won’t happen again, I promise, I....

"Woah woah woah. You’re exhausted," he cut in, stern but gentle. "You nearly fell off. We’re stopping."

"No, no, we can’t." I rubbed my eyes. "What if the sirens have let the royal wolves through and are about to find us? What if they search and then they-

"They won’t come here, not tonight," Otto said firmly. "The royal wolves have to go around the siren boundaries because I know a fact they won’t let them. I’m sure the King of sirens won’t be pleased at having enemies at his territory. That’ll take days. The sirens won’t cross the forest either. And we’re far from the castle."

His voice softened a little.

"For now... it’s safe."

A strange, fragile relief washed over me, and I found myself nodding weakly.

He hopped off his horse, tied both reins to a thick low branch, then began gathering sticks like he had done it a thousand times. Soon, orange flames crackled between us, chasing the cold away.

I curled my legs under me, hugging my cloak tightly. My blonde hair, still so strange, fell over my face.

Otto rummaged through his bag until he produced bush rabbit wrapped in cloth.

"I’ll cook," he said.

"I can do it." I offered rising to my feet.

"No," he said simply. "Sit."

Something about his tone made my throat tighten. I sat quietly as he built the small spit over the fire while I watched him prepare the meal.

He seasoned it with herbs I didn’t know he even carried.

He was quiet.

Focused as it were on e of his many projects.

When the food was ready, he handed me a wooden plate.

I murmured a thank you and ate slowly. Warm food felt unreal after the night we had.

And to be honest the food was actually better than I imagined.

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