The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473: ANNA’S WAY

Anna’s room was dark, lit only by the dim flicker of candlelight.

The soft orange glow danced against the carved walls, casting long shadows that swayed like ghosts. Her reflection in the mirror was smeared and exhausted—eyeliner streaked like bruises, cheeks flushed with the sting of humiliation. The weight of the night hung on her like a second skin.

She sat motionless, dragging a cloth across her face with slow, deliberate movements, as if scrubbing away the memory of Erik’s disgusted glare... Fiona’s condescension... Nanny Nia’s veiled accusations.

But worst of all—Xaden’s silence.

That silence had cracked something in her.

He hadn’t defended her. Not even a glance.

It had always been that way. Jasmine cried, Jasmine stumbled, and everyone came running. She lied, and the world believed her. She breathed, and the Alphas knelt.

And Anna?

Anna was always just there—smiling, perfect, and utterly invisible.

But not anymore.

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.

She didn’t turn. "Come in," she called dryly, already guessing who it was.

The door creaked open and closed again with a gentle click. She saw his reflection before his voice.

"Lovely evening," Uther murmured, his tone oily with familiarity as he stepped into the room.

Anna placed the cloth down and turned slowly toward him, her lips drawn in a tight line. "You said you’ve found a way to get rid of Jasmine."

She didn’t waste time. "I want to hear it."

Uther’s smile was thin. "And you will. But first—I need your word. What I tell you does not leave this room. No whispers, no hints, not even to your shadows."

She gave him a scowl, every bit the petulant, privileged brat she’d been raised to be. "You know I won’t say a word."

"Say it anyway," he pressed, voice quiet but firm.

She exhaled sharply and rolled her eyes, "Fine. I swear I won’t tell anyone."

Her voice carried the impatience of someone used to getting what they wanted.

But something about Uther’s stillness sobered her slightly. He was always calm. Always calculating. And when he was like this—she knew he had something real.

He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable, before walking back to the door. He turned the key in the lock—a click of finality—then moved toward her again with heavy, deliberate steps.

He poured himself a drink from the decanter on her side table and took a slow sip before finally saying, "Jasmine is still alive."

Anna froze.

Her brow furrowed, mouth parting. "...How do you know that?"

He raised the glass slightly. "A little bird told me."

"What?" Her voice sharpened, and she stood now, almost knocking over the chair behind her. "What do you mean she’s alive?"

"She’s alive," he repeated, savoring each word like fine wine. "Being held captive in Alpha Hunter’s territory. The same Alpha who led the ambush against Xaden."

Anna’s face drained of color, then flamed with rage.

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