The Alpha’s Unwanted Bride

Once Cherry had given Auburn her final instructions, she snapped her fingers at the driver and then the carriage resumed.

They were quiet for a while and then Coral took in a deep breath and turned to face Cherry.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Coral asked.

"It will." Cherry insisted. "There is no room for failure."

"And what will happen to Belle?" Coral asked sensibly. "Belle is supposed to be Queen. Now that this imposter is here it's going to contradict everything."

"It doesn't contradict anything." Cherry answered annoyed. "It's all still going to be the same thing. Would you rather your mother finds out that Jasmine is her grand daughter and then realizes that you killed your sister?"

"Apparently I didn't kill her." Coral said grimly.

"And whose fault is that?" Cherry demanded.

Coral didn't respond and turned to face the open window.

"Better."

Coral hated being reminded of her mistakes.

She had hated Scarlett her entire life and she didn't regret killing her.

The one thing she regretted was the fact that she hadn't succeeded in killing her.

Now this was a mess.

"Don't you wonder how she survived? Scarlett? Survived so long that she managed to wind up as a slave in the moonlight pack and even have a child?!" Coral said horrified.

"I do. Asked everyone for information but no one has anything about her. It was like she had just appeared one day and started living there. Stupid Jasmine doesn't even know how she got there. The only people who could tell us now, are dead." Cherry replied grimly.

"How did she even survive that drowning? Why didn't she come back?" A distraught Coral looked. "Ever since I found out that she lived, I have had terrible thoughts. What if she came straight home and told them I pushed her."

"Well that didn't happen did it? Imagining things that never happened wouldn't do us any good don't you think?" Cherry rose a brow as she picked out a flask of alcohol from her bag.

And for that Coral was grateful.

Grateful that that had never happened.

It would have been a disaster.

"The earlier we know how she came alive the better. You said it after all. A witch told mother that her grand daughter was alive." Coral sniffed. "That person could come back."

Cherry rubbed her brows seemingly annoyed by the numerous questions Coral had for her.

"That won't happen either. I put a warding spell around the entire kingdom. Before any witch steps inside I would be informed." Cherry replied gruffly.

"What about Marie? The witch you took us to?" Coral asked.

"Good goddess! You're like yourself as an annoying child all over again. All these questions you pose." Cherry snapped irritated.

"I can't help it." Coral answered. "From the moment you returned things have been coming to light."

Cherry's eyes narrowed cunningly. "Are you perhaps, blaming it on me?"

"No of course not." Coral replied hastily.

Goddess. She hoped that the ride would be over soon!

Staying overwhelmed with her aunt in the carriage drove her insane.

"I'm just a little worried." Coral admitted.

"Then find a way to stop it!" Cherry replied in disgust. "Me returning back to the kingdom was the best thing that could happen. Jasmine would still have found her way into the royal family and you would have had to deal with it all on your own. You're so ungrateful. After everything I've sacrificed for you?"

Coral started to feel small.

"I'm sorry aunt." Coral apologized.

Cherry ignored the apology and went on. "As for Marie she won't say anything. She has boundaries she can't cross. I also can't go to her for assistance because I believe she suspects us for killing her sister."

Coral sighed in exhaustion and leaned back in her sear.

Hours later, they began riding into the castle walls.

Their carriage came to a halt and the doors were opened.

Guards arrived to help them out.

"Mother!"

It was none other than Belle.

Belle rushed and hugged to hug Coral.

Coral embraced her daughter.

She kissed her cheek.

"How was the journey aunt?" Belle asked Cherry.

"Tiring." Cherry drawled. "But assisting the people of this kingdom is never a bad idea."

"Coral!"

It was none other than King Roland himself.

He was standing with some of his men.

"Father." Coral swallowed as she went to greet her father.

"Where did you go?" He asked before she could greet him.

"Aunt Cherry and I went to assist with some charitable work." Coral said.

"I'm not all bad Roland." Cherry said with a smile.

"Fully grown snakes never shed their skin." He hissed with a tone of disgust.

"I'm offended Roland." Cherry laughed.

He turned to face his daughter and he had on a mask of thunder. "You left without my permission!"

"I'm not a child father!" Coral cried. "I have a twenty year old daughter for the sake of the goddess."

"It's that thought process of you not being a child that landed you with one." Roland snapped.

Coral's mouth dropped in shock at her father's harsh words.

"Roland how can you say such a thing!" Rose's tiny voice barely a shout said.

She hurried to where they stood. "How can you say such a thing to you own daughter? And in the front of the servants for heaven's sake."

"Am I wrong or Am I right?" He answered back at Rose.

Rose was taken aback by his sharpness.

"You always take her side." He spat in anger.

Rose blinked in shock.

"What has gotten into you?" Rose whispered sharply as she touched his arm.

"Everything!" He shouted so loud that all the people standing going by their own business had to turn.

He was breathing so hard, and in a split second he stormed off.

Rose managed a weak smile. "Ignore your father he is a bad mood."

Coral stormed off refusing to hear whatever her mother had to say.

Belle went after her

Rose proceeded to attempt to go after Coral but Cherry held her hand back.

"Don't. She won't listen to you. She sees me more as her mother. I'll calm her down." Cherry said.

A flash of hurt went across Rose's face that her sister was more her daughter's mother than she was.

But Rose simply took a step back and nodded in approval as Cherry went after her.

Leaving Queen Rose neglected.