The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 488

Chapter 488: A WINNER OR A LOSER

The chamber was small, colder than it should have been, with bare stone walls and no windows.

A single bed sat in the corner with an old wool blanket folded on top. A chair and a narrow table were the only other pieces of furniture.

All through the moment she was led to the room her mind was a blur.

She could barely think.

Nothing made any sense.

She barely noticed the servants who looked at her.

How they whispered or how they watched her with haughty glares.

The guards took her to her room and left her there without a word.

The door clicked shut behind her, and she stood frozen in the middle of the room.

Her knees gave out then.

She collapsed onto the floor, hands clutched around her belly, breath short and shaky.

Her mind couldn’t process the rapid descent of the day, from hope to horror.

He hates me.

He thinks the baby is not his.

He believes I chose Hunter.

"No, no, no," she whispered, rocking slightly on the stone floor. "Please don’t let this be real..."

Hours passed—or maybe minutes. She wasn’t sure. Time lost all meaning in that cold, suffocating silence.

Jasmine lay curled up on the thin mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling above her.

The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the walls like monsters. Her fingers absently rubbed her stomach.

"You’re mine," she whispered to her unborn pup. "I don’t care what they say. I know whose you are."

Her heart ached with the weight of everything. The way he looked at her. The way he ordered the search. The way he wouldn’t even listen.

She knew for sure Anna planned this.

She was certain.

The very moment he had mentioned her accusations.

But the question now, was Hunter behind it?

How did those letters get into her bag?

And the necklace she had never for once seen.

So many questions, and no answers.

And worse—no allies.

Not even Erik had spoken up for her. Damian had treated her like a criminal as usual.

The entire pack had stared at her like a ghost.

Only Nanny Nia’s and Fiona’s eyes had held warmth.

Maybe she would help.

Maybe she would find a way to speak to Xaden.

She had after all herself even abandoned Nanny Nia without a word.

Maybe she hated her now too.

Or maybe Erik would think back on the look in her eyes and realize she wasn’t lying.

But even those hopes felt fragile. Like glass pressed too tight between fingers.

Her thoughts turned dark as the candle flickered again.

What if they never let her out? What if she gave birth in this room, like a prisoner? What if—

No. No. She couldn’t let herself spiral.

She got up from the bed and paced slowly around the small room. Her hands trembled, and her mouth was dry. She didn’t even have water. She went to the door and knocked once.

Nothing.

Twice.

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