The Alpha's Unwanted Bride

Chapter 20: CAMP

I sat in the carriage alone while horses and the other men in the pack drew it.

I could hear the horses outside; the men were discussing and laughing.

They seemed so normal. I had never for once witnessed an attack on our pack and seen that these men, who had beheaded all the high-ranking male wolves in our pack yet laughed and discussed, sat uncomfortably with me.

I nestled my head against the seat, quietly wondering how my life would be in the new pack.

I knew little about the Crescent Pack except that my father had taken over before I was even born.

It was just a random story in the pack, but who would have ever thought that it would have come to haunt us?

Haunt me.

I had nothing to do with it.

He had made it clear that I would not live a life of enjoyment in the pack as ʼI hadʼ back home.

I wondered if Jessica would have survived this entire ordeal as I had.

Jessica had never known a hard life the way I had. It would have been entirely foreign to her.

And that was why he was punishing me.

Because he believed I, Jessica, would not be able to handle it.

If only he knew who I indeed was.

It was getting dark again, and then the men stopped.

I heard them come down from their horses.

I peered out to see what was happening.

Were we making camp?

We have been on the road for over a week now.

No one bothered to tell me anything.

I watched as the men made a fire, laid out sleeping sacks, laughed, and drank.

”Why donʼt any of you know how to cook?!” One of the men standing in front of the fire, holding a rabbit, asked.

”Give, Robert,” he said.

”Robert?!” The first manʼs eyes widened. ”He burned the last deer.”

”At least I did better than any of you.” The one that Robert finally said.

”I wish Olaf wasnʼt sick, ” the first man complained. He is the one who knows how to cook.”

They were quiet and seemed very hungry as they ate dried meat and cheese.

I watched as the first man set aside the sizeable wild pig that had been killed and sat down dejectedly.

My carriage door was flung open, and I jumped from where I had been peeping.

It was Xaden, and he was not smiling as usual.