[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-alpha-s-unwanted-bride":3,"chapter-the-alpha-s-unwanted-bride-the-alpha-s-unwanted-bride-chapter-672":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Alpha's Unwanted Bride",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1497124,1945,"Chapter 672: A NEW LOOK!","the-alpha-s-unwanted-bride-chapter-672",672,"\u003Cp>\"I think it’s time I get a new look, don’t you think?\" Otto winked at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at him blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at the absurd sketch of him on the poster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back at him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the tension sitting heavy in my chest, a small, unwilling laugh escaped me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otto frowned at me. \"What is so funny.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I went on laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grumbled to himself something inaudibly until I wiped the tears off my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the he smiled as though delighted I was happy and I could now forget my ordeal\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for a moment, it felt good to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crumpled the posters and shoved them deep into his bag, glancing around the busy square with narrowed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jasmine,\" he murmured under his breath, \"we shouldn’t linger here. Not with these posters out in the open.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded, clutching my cloak tighter around myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We pushed back into the crowd, letting the press of people swallow us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merchants shouted prices. Wolves argued. Children darted between legs. Smoke curled from a nearby food stall, smelling of roasted herbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Messy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet I was drawn to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the very time had been allowed to such a market square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually I was stuck in the moonlight pack or crescent pack and even in the royal pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here I felt like I could live like anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite my excitement of a new place, my gaze kept drifting to faces in the crowd, searching, paranoid, bracing for someone to recognize me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every wolf that looked at me made my stomach clench, even if they turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take it easy Jasmine.\" Otto whispered. \"If you look too worried it might come off as suspicious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swallowed and tried my best to blend in\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We walked for a few minutes before Otto suddenly stopped in front of a worn-out shack wedged between two larger buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the entrance was a crooked sign that read:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thorn’s Alterations & Illusions — Quick Changes, No Questions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a smug smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised a brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you seriously trying to get a makeover right now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You got one. It’s only fair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mine wasn’t a makeover. Mine was a life-saving disguise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And mine will be too,\" he argued, tapping the sketch of himself for emphasis. \"Jasmine, look at this. If someone thinks I look like this horse-faced criminal, I’m dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried my best to hold down a giggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I still hesitated, scanning the busy street behind us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you trust this place?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otto glanced at me, then at the crooked sign, then back at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" he said honestly. \"But I trust us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could protest, he gently nudged me inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>❧\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>INSIDE THE SHOP\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior smelled like dust, old leather, and some kind of metallic magic that made my skin tingle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clothes hung from every corner\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>travel cloaks, masks, scarves, enchanted trinkets, things I couldn’t name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short man with white eyebrows and no hair at all shuffled out from behind a beaded curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted at us suspiciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you want?\" he grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A change,\" Otto said, crossing his arms. \"Something quick. Something no one will recognize.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man studied Otto’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man ignored him completely and flicked his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chest opened behind him, glowing faintly as strands of magic swirled around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’ll it be?\" the man asked. \"Hair color? Scars? Change of scent? Different jawline? I can transform your whole face if you’ve got the coin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otto grinned over his shoulder at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, Jasmine? Since we’re wanted outlaws now... should I go blonde too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed but couldn’t stop a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You wouldn’t look good blonde.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched his chest dramatically. \"Ouch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about brunette?\" I teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped. \"Even worse!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shopkeeper smiled. \"Just give me the idea and then I’ll make wonders for you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otto turned decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut my hair shorter, darken it, roughen up my jawline, and... maybe make me look a bit older?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden shimmer passed over Otto’s body brief, warm, and blinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it faded, i stared and blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stared again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Otto...\" I whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked nothing like himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was now dark and slightly wavy, cut just above his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw looked sharper, his cheekbones more pronounced, and a faint scar ran across one eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a rogue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wanderer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone the old Otto could never pretend to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well?\" he asked, spinning around. \"Do I look dangerous?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged, trying to hide my smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You look like you get into bar fights often.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smirked proudly. \"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he looked at a mirror before he nodded in confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We paid the man, stepped back onto the street, and immediately felt the difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one looked at us twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were simply two more strangers in a town full of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as I let myself breathe, a gust of wind blew one of the wanted posters across our path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My red hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was truly wanted\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otto noticed my silence and nudged me gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" I whispered honestly. \"But I’m learning to live with it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly, then said, \"Come on. Let’s find a place to rest before we continue. We still have a long journey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long?\" I asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two months,\" he repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart dropped all over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months of running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months of hiding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months of searching for a family I wasn’t even sure existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months while carrying a child I hadn’t even processed yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as terrifying as it was, For the first time in my life, the path ahead belonged to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can do it,\" I whispered, mostly to myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otto gave a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. You can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And we continued deeper into Sira’s Oak\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>two fugitives, a growing secret, and a future waiting to unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>",1010,"2026-06-06T04:22:25.635Z",1,"novelbin.me","0ed7ef4fb19acb231acc76ea52a139ca77dfc4fbcf9a5c0cc59cdc3f695f480a","the-alpha-s-unwanted-bride-chapter-673","the-alpha-s-unwanted-bride-chapter-671",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-alpha-s-unwanted-bride-cover.jpg"]