The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 672

Chapter 672: A NEW LOOK!

"I think it’s time I get a new look, don’t you think?" Otto winked at me.

I stared at him blankly.

Then at the absurd sketch of him on the poster.

Then back at him again.

Despite the tension sitting heavy in my chest, a small, unwilling laugh escaped me.

Otto frowned at me. "What is so funny."

But I went on laughing.

He grumbled to himself something inaudibly until I wiped the tears off my eyes.

And the he smiled as though delighted I was happy and I could now forget my ordeal

It didn’t.

But still...

for a moment, it felt good to breathe.

He crumpled the posters and shoved them deep into his bag, glancing around the busy square with narrowed eyes.

"Jasmine," he murmured under his breath, "we shouldn’t linger here. Not with these posters out in the open."

I nodded, clutching my cloak tighter around myself.

We pushed back into the crowd, letting the press of people swallow us.

Merchants shouted prices. Wolves argued. Children darted between legs. Smoke curled from a nearby food stall, smelling of roasted herbs.

It felt chaotic.

Messy.

Alive.

Dangerous.

And yet I was drawn to it.

This was the very time had been allowed to such a market square.

Usually I was stuck in the moonlight pack or crescent pack and even in the royal pack.

But here I felt like I could live like anyone else.

Despite my excitement of a new place, my gaze kept drifting to faces in the crowd, searching, paranoid, bracing for someone to recognize me.

Every wolf that looked at me made my stomach clench, even if they turned away.

"Take it easy Jasmine." Otto whispered. "If you look too worried it might come off as suspicious."

I swallowed and tried my best to blend in

We walked for a few minutes before Otto suddenly stopped in front of a worn-out shack wedged between two larger buildings.

Above the entrance was a crooked sign that read:

"Thorn’s Alterations & Illusions — Quick Changes, No Questions."

He gave a smug smirk.

"Perfect."

I raised a brow.

"Are you seriously trying to get a makeover right now?"

He shrugged.

"You got one. It’s only fair."

"Mine wasn’t a makeover. Mine was a life-saving disguise."

"And mine will be too," he argued, tapping the sketch of himself for emphasis. "Jasmine, look at this. If someone thinks I look like this horse-faced criminal, I’m dead."

I tried my best to hold down a giggle.

He wasn’t wrong.

But I still hesitated, scanning the busy street behind us.

"Do you trust this place?" I asked.

Otto glanced at me, then at the crooked sign, then back at me.

"No," he said honestly. "But I trust us."

Before I could protest, he gently nudged me inside.

❧

INSIDE THE SHOP

The interior smelled like dust, old leather, and some kind of metallic magic that made my skin tingle.

Clothes hung from every corner

travel cloaks, masks, scarves, enchanted trinkets, things I couldn’t name.

A short man with white eyebrows and no hair at all shuffled out from behind a beaded curtain.

He squinted at us suspiciously.

"What do you want?" he grumbled.

"A change," Otto said, crossing his arms. "Something quick. Something no one will recognize."

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