The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya

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The Silver’s and I reach the royal guest house. They had it built specifically for events like this. Events where so many wolves had to attend one of the royal parties that they needed too many guestrooms. The guest house had its own staff, it was common for all the guests to share meals like we would in a pack. It was natural for us werewolves to drift to each other. We’re pack creatures after all. For me, it meant a few more meals with Hannah and her friends. As long as I made sure I never was alone though it would stay limited to her nasty remarks and I could handle those. Honestly, I was more worried about wearing Grandma’s dress to the ball. She had to have it altered but that mainly was shortening it. She was right it fitted me perfectly perfectly fitting the few curves I have and revealing far more skin than my little black dress would have, even if it still were very decent. It just wasn’t a dress meant to fade into the crowd. No doubt on purpose, Grandma knew I would try my hardest not to stand out. Just like she knew I would never be able to refuse her puppy-dog eyes. I take a picture and I send it to her before pocketing my phone in my pretty and impractical handbag.
James Silver escorts me to the ballroom as his mate and husband escorts Jessa to the ballroom. There must be over a hundred she-wolves here. How is the Crown Prince supposed to choose between all of us? There is no way he is going to be able to see all of us let alone speak with us. One of the many reasons I do not want a chosen mate. Look at the Prince now he is supposed to announce his chosen mate today. Out of all the she-wolves here but as of yet he doesn’t know any of us personally. He doesn’t even know why we do not have a mate yet. What if he steals another wolf’s mate? Or what if he likes Hannah, would he know she killed her first mate by rejecting him because she is a power-hungry hu ssy?
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Just as I am about to turn to Jessa to ask her if she knows if we have to disclose why we don’t have a mate yet I see her face twist into something. Confusion followed by happiness Following her gaze I see she is staring at the guy who stopped Hannah and her minions from attacking me. He is standing next to the Prince and seems to be a high- ranking wolf. At first, that makes me chuckle. Hannah will be so embarrassed knowing she has shown her true colors to someone close to the royal family. Someone who seems to be high-ranking. Jessa looks smitten, the face of the wolf who found her mate but I remember that wolf Dylan or something tells me he is happily mated.
Suddenly the man on the other side of the prince walks up to us in big strides. I breathe a sigh of relief. This made far more sense the mark on Dylan’s name was beautiful and intricate indicating it wasn’t a chosen mate but a fated mate. Maybe I am just too worried, now that I lost the absolute fate of fated mates instantly loving each other.

“Hi my name is Gerald, and you’re my mate wow you’re breathtaking I mean, I am sure you are kind too but euhm”
Theo giggles and it is obvious that this Gerald guy is a nervous wreck. Jessa introduces herself and she isn’t nervous but she seems just as awestruck. Turns out that Gerald will be the Crown Prince’s Gemma.
He now works as an assistant to the Crown Prince as he has more work than a regular Alpha to be like David has.
“Does that mean that guy Dylan is working directly for the Crown Prince too?” I ask hoping to find out just how bad Hannah messed up.
“Dylan? You mean Dillion the one next to Prince Griffin” Gerald asks me never taking his eyes off Jessa.
And when I look up to see if I indeed meant Dillion it happens. I am hit by a smell that is even better than the smell when I found out David was my mate. I smell cedarwood, cinn amon, and citrus. To my absolute horror, it is the Crown Prince himself who smells like that.
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Willow is going crazy howling out for our mate. But it can not be, we found our mate he rejected us, humiliated us. My fated mate didn’t pass away so it is not like I am getting a second chance mate. Everything that happens next seems to be happening in slow motion.
The Prince points to me with an unreadable expression, Dillion whispers in his ears motioning in the general direction where Hannah is standing. He recognized me, and he must have told him that I was rejected. My heart is pounding, blood rushing so hard that I cannot hear what the others are telling me. Only one thing is going through my mind right now. I am going to be rejected for a second time. Because the Moon Goddess does make mistakes and with me, she keeps messing up. I wonder if it hurts just as bad when you get rejected a second time. Even if it is not truly my fated mate, because that cannot be. I had one but he gave up on me. He gave up on the girl unworthy to be a Luna let alone the Luna of all Luna’s.
Attracting everyone’s attention the Prince strides over to me. With even more purpose in his steps than Gerald had in his. Even the King and Queen are looking up to see what is happening. From a distance, I hear Jessa say something about our wish coming through. Her voice is far away and I don’t really understand what she is talking about now. I just don’t want the humiliation of being rejected out in public again. With nothing else to do I start running. Running like my life depends on it. Running as fast as these idiotic heels can carry me. Guards are about to close in on me, to stop me from running away. Panic settles into my chest. There is no way I can outrun the entire royal army. There are even some attendants that start to make their way to me. No doubt trying to get into the Prince’s good book.
“Let her go. Nob*dy stóp her, Nob*dy touch her” A deep voice booms through the ballroom.
The voice itself is soothing, but the words that are signalling he doesn’t mind me running. The words that prove he doesn’t want to meet me as
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