The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 673

Chapter 673: THE NIGHT AT THE INN

By the time we found the inn, the sun had already begun to sink, dripping gold between the crooked roofs of Sira’s Oak.

The inn was small, old, and smelled faintly of thyme and damp wood.

Wolves moved in and out carrying crates, plates, fabrics... most barely sparing us a glance.

Otto spoke to the innkeeper, and after a brief exchange, he turned back toward me with a grimace.

"There’s only one room left," he said.

My stomach fell.

"Oh."

"It’s fine," he added quickly. "You’ll take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor."

I opened my mouth to argue, but he held up a hand.

"Jasmine, you’re pregnant. There’s no negotiation here."

I didn’t push further.

The room was small, barely four walls and a bed that creaked if you even breathed too loudly.

Otto ordered food while I sat at the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the faded cloth curtains.

Dinner arrived.

They were roasted herbs, warm bread, and a thin stew that smelled far better than anything I’d expected from a town with no rules.

At first I hadn’t been so hungry but Otto grumbled at me as he pointed the scattered chicken leg he ate. "Better eat. You’re eating for two now."

We ate quietly, the silence gentle this time, not heavy like before.

Afterward, Otto stepped outside to "give me space," as he called it, while I washed my face, brushed out my newly blonde hair, and tried not to look lost in the small mirror above the basin.

When I was done, I opened the door a crack.

"Otto... you can come in now."

He stepped inside, rubbing the back of his neck.

The makeshift bed he created was a blanket folded twice over and a spare pillow flattened from years of use.

"It’ll do," he said with a shrug.

We settled into the room, the fire lantern flickering weakly, shadows dancing across the cracked walls.

Luckily enough for us, the room was warm.

The entire inn hummed with soft noise wolves downstairs laughing over drinks, pups running in the halls.

But inside the room, everything was still.

Completely still.

I lay on my side facing the wall, my mind not letting me sleep.

After several minutes, I whispered,

"Otto...?"

His voice came softly from the floor. "Yes?"

"I won’t lie," I said. "I’m scared."

I heard him shift, the blanket rustling as he sat up slightly.

"Of what?" he asked gently.

I swallowed. "Losing the baby and dying."

Silence, then a soft exhale.

"I understand," he murmured. "But this time will be different."

I laughed weakly. "You don’t know that."

"You’re right. I don’t. But the Goddess does. And if she allowed this child to exist after everything you’ve been through, then there is a way for them to enter this world safely."

I turned on my back, staring up at the low wooden ceiling.

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