Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 43:

Tapping my feet impatiently, my lower lip jutted out as I folded my arms across my chest. Being outside in the cold air without proper covering wasn’t exactly amusing.

Restless and giddy, I decided to turn a corner. It looked familiar (but then, all corners did). I met a blonde woman walking towards me. She was dressed in a thick woolen sweater that covered a good half of her upper body, thick black jeans, and her jet-black hair fell over her shoulders. Squinting my eyes, I tried to see her face better, but my terrible vision didn’t permit it.noveldrama

As she stepped closer, I saw her features clearly: aquamarine green eyes that turned down at the corners, making her eyes beguiling. Her face bore sharp features like a model’s but held a reserved expression. Quickening my pace, I hurried towards her.

“Excuse me,” I smiled brightly, trying to come off as friendly. “Can you tell me where the pack room is? Or maybe where I can find Seraphina?”

The lady looked at me, her expression unreadable as her sleepy eyes swept over me from head to toe slowly. Biting my lip, I thought—perhaps I hadn’t been friendly enough.

“I’m Jasmine. I’m sorry, I’m still finding my way around,” I chuckled nervously. Her countenance didn’t budge, and I wanted to roll my eyes. I wasn’t asking for too much, after all.

“I know who you are,” she said. “You’re Jasmine, the Alpha’s lady.” Her tone was neutral, but I felt a flicker at the term “lady.” I still didn’t know what it meant.

Sighing inwardly, I hadn’t realized the news would spread so fast.

“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I’m still getting used to all this.” I shrugged.

The lady’s expression softened slightly, and she introduced herself. “I’m Isabelle,” she said proudly.

My eyes widened in surprise as I stared at her. Thank goodness my mouth wasn’t hanging open. Isabelle? Like Ryder’s former mistress? By the Moon Goddess, she was even more beautiful up close!

“Nice to meet you,” I stretched my arm for a handshake, trying to sound calm with a fake smile plastered on my face.

𝗖𝒐𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝒄𝓱𝑒𝒸𝒌𝓮𝑟 con gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈νℯls.c0m

Isabelle’s expression remained reserved as she eyed my hand, just staring but never moving.

“Likewise,” she said. “Welcome to the pack, Jasmine.”

I nodded, feeling a bit awkward. I didn’t know what to make of Isabelle or her connection to Ryder, but I was determined to find out.

Still facing her, I was lost for words. Here I was, stuck in another ugly, awkward situation, unsure of what to say, and all that came out was another apology. “I’m sorry…” My voice trailed off. There was nothing more to say.

Isabelle tilted her chin up, huffed, and rolled her eyes, making me feel absurd. “Keep your apologies to yourself, Jasmine. They’re not needed here.” Now I remembered I wanted to roll my eyes at her. Maybe I should have, because her words felt like a very painful sting, but I kept quiet. I was lost. The last thing I wanted was to shoo away my proud savior.

“Follow me,” she said, turning to walk away. “I’m heading to the pack room anyway.”

I trailed behind her, my mind racing with thoughts. What did she mean by “keep your apologies to yourself”? And why was she being so cold towards me? It wasn’t my fault she was dumped; hell, I’d only known her lover boy for barely a week when he whisked me to this… palace?

As we walked, Isabelle spoke up again. “Enjoy your time with the Alpha while it lasts, Jasmine.”

Halting in my movement, I raised my brows, a pang of confusion forming inside me. “What do you mean?” I muttered.

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