The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya

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I have been trying to not feel so anxious, thinking Gerald was right about the fact that it just had to do with me being an Alpha. A
royal Alpha at that but she had stopped texting me. She promised me she would let me know when she would leave to go to the
party. Most of the time I would know where she was and she would send me messages to tell me she was going somewhere.
When she got there it always was the same when she would go home. I knew she did it for me not because I wanted to keep
track of her. I just wanted to make sure she was safe. I would worry if I did not hear from her and didn’t know where she was.
Now for hours on end, she had been recording a voice message but it never got through. She had just suddenly stopped
recording, and my messages no longer got through to her. I considered calling her parents but I felt bad. I have already made her
feel like I didn’t trust her before and I would never make her feel like that again.
Ayla had a habit of sending voice notes telling me she was too tired or lazy to type. So I tried to tell myself that there just was
something wrong with her phone. But the idea of something having happened to her, the voice memo still recording while she
was lying somewhere hurt, or in danger kept running through my mind. The only way for me to get rid of all that anxious pent-up
energy was to go for a run. But if I were to do that I had to chance and it meant not being able to take my phone with me. So if
she would finally reach out to me I would be unable to answer her.
I found myself pacing up and down in the office until I broke down. I finally started calling her. But every time I did I got her
voicemail right away. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to call her family. She was at home at her pack at least. Saying goodbye to her
family. I would hate to
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interrupt that, not to mention the fact that I loved being so accepted by her family.
Krystel wasn’t with her anymore she took Daniel on a romantic getaway since he wasn’t able to celebrate his eighteenth birthday
due to all the war threats. And him having to run and leave his pack behind. Maybe she knew what the pack had planned for
Ayla. As her friend, beta, and member of the family she was the best option I had without being a bother interrupting the party.
“Hey Krys, it’s me I haven’t heard from Ayla all night I am a bit worried. But I don’t want to bother her do you know what they
planned?” I read the text over and over again.
That I wasn’t coming across as too pushy

“Don’t worry she sent Dan, a voice her and her parents were just walking into the pack house” Krystel texted back.
It settled my nerves a little bit, the chances of her getting hurt as she was walking from her home on pack ground to the pack

house. With both of her parents was slim to nothing. Maybe she wanted to send me a voice memo too, but she never sent it.
That still felt a bit off but seeing as she was with both her parents that would be fine. I just had to wait for her to call me she was
home, telling me what happened with her phone. It would be a long night because pack parties usually go on until daybreak.
There was no need for me to stay in the office, all the work I had to do was done. All I am doing now is worrying about Ayla. So I
am not getting any extra work done and I need a bit of a distraction to keep myself from going crazy. With that, I lock my office
and go to my personal chambers. As I walk out I see the door with the bright red bow on it across from my office. In less than
twenty-four hours I will see the surprise on her face when she opens the door. I drift closer to the door, wanting to look around in
the office I made for her hoping it
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will make me feel a little more at ease. But when I step closer I see the bow is ripped. And the card I attached to the bow that
used to read Ayla now reads “sl ut”
This is too much for me, I have a very good idea of whose done this. I want to kill her with my bare hands. Deep down I know I
cannot do that, so I mindlink my parents silently praying to the Moo nGoddes s that they are still awake.
“Mom, Dad, can you please meet me in front of Ayla’s office it’s urgent,” I ask them and if they are still awake I am sure they can
sense the anger in my voice.
“Give us five minutes, honey and we will be there” Mom’s voice fills my head immediately.
By the time they get here well within five minutes, I have read the card. It’s full of filth about Ayla not being worthy to be here.
And I am livid, one look at the door with the torn bow, and the card clenched in my fists. Makes my parents understand what is

happening. Level- headed as always Dad takes a few pictures of the bow with his phone and then takes the envelope to smell it.
Just like I did before, I know he had the same suspicions as I had. Smelling Cynthia’s scent all over it is as much proof to him as
it was to me. He mindlinks someone and then tells Mom and me to go to the meeting room. The same one where we have
meetings if there’s more than one wolf involved just because our offices do not have enough space. By the time we get there,
two guards are already waiting for us.
“You asked for us Sire,” Simon the oldest of the two asks.
“Yes, I need you to collect Cynthia and Sam Wilson, no matter what they tell you. There is no excuse for them not to come” He
practically
snarls at them.
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Despite everything it warms my heart that this is personal to him. To him, Ayla is not just a pack member being treated badly. No
to him Ayla is his daughter, his family. I can tell from the way he is as protective over her as he is over Mom and me. Hearing the
anger in their King’s voice, seeing their Queen and Prince both boiling over with anger. Gives the guards a sense of urgency and
they rush off to get Cynthia and Sam.
“Son, I am proud of you for realizing you shouldn’t handle this on your
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own,” Mom tells me before she makes all of us tea, with the kettle in the meeting room.
It’s not long before the guards return, Sam has the decency to look scared out of his mind. Cynthia on the other hand, looks

bored like this whole ordeal is bothering her.
“Cynthia, I am sure you are fair aware of why you are summoned here at midnight, please enlighten your father on the reason
why we dragged the both of you out of bed,” asks in that voice she used on me when I misbehaved as a pup.
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A tone that is so calm and kind but has an edge of disappointment to it. That to me always felt far worse than the anger Dad had
in his voice. Sadly Cynthia is again not too bothered by the fact that we dragged her from her bed. She shrugs denying she
knows anything.
“Ever since that she-wolf got into Griffin’s life he has it out for me, all because she is jealous of me” She mocks.
Growls reverberate through the meeting room, not just mine and my parents. But to everyone’s surprise, Sam growls at his
daughter too.
“What did you do this time, I swear I had it with you. Your mother died giving birth to you and I failed to honor her memory. I failed
to raise you to be smart and kind and wonderful like she was. I hate the fact that my own flesh and blood would rather chase a
chosen mate
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who does not want her for money and status than to find the one the Moon Goddess has selected for. If she has a mate for you
because quite frankly I don’t think you deserve one” He shouts at her, a mixture of pain and anger in his eyes.
Like he almost forgot who he is in the room with. Suddenly he turns to us cheeks flushed red.
“I am sorry your Royal Highnesses, and no disrespect to you Prince Griffin. Of course, if Cynthia would have been your fated
mate I would have been elated but I think Princess Ayla will be a far better Queen as much as it pains me to say that about my
daughter. Please tell me what she has done this time and punish her how you see fitting I won’t protest on her behalf” He speaks
timidly, before us is a man who no longer has the energy to care.
It breaks my heart for him but still, I cannot let Cynthia get away with this it sets a bad precedent..
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