The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya

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“You will treat my daughter-in-law, with the same respect as you do every other member of the royal family” I had never seen King Rodrick this angry, not even when he scolded Griffin.
Still, hearing him defend me felt nice. The She-wolf that snapped at me sat down eyes cast down. King Rodrick and Queen Isabella sat down next to us. After that little hiccup, we had a nice peaceful breakfast. Most of the pack members seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me better, and they were all very kind. The rest of the day went as planned, after breakfast we returned to his room where he spent almost two hours gaming with me reading next to him. To most that would be boring, but I actually love spending my days like this.
“Ready for a run, darling, maybe we can give Willow and Conan control” Griff suggests after shutting off his gaming console. Giving our wolves control was a bit nerve-wracking. Our wolves rely on their instincts more and are quicker to give in to their impulses. However when you have a good bond with your wolf. They would never go against explicit wishes. And both wolves were probably feeling deprived of their mate. In the end, I agreed, and we ventured deeper into the woods surrounding the castle. Unlike the White Oak and BloodMoon pack, there was a huge clearing with some hollow tree trunks to put your clothes in. Most wolves would be impressed at how well thought out this all was.
That’s because most wolves do not care about hiding their n*ked b*dy. Before the attacks before the scars. I wasn’t either. Now my stomach dropped seeing how visible I would be if I undressed to shift. As if reading my mind Griffin walked up to me wrapping his arms around me from behind.
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“I saw you completely n*ked, darling, I washed you. Do I need to
remind you what we ended up doing how excited that made me?” He whispered in my ear, the stubble of his chin scratching the sensitive skin of my neck.
Feeling from the way my cheeks heated up, from how flushed I felt I was bright red. And could almost serve as a beacon. The thing is he wasn’t lying, both times in the heat of the moment I forgot all about my insecurities. Now I was no longer fighting for my survival every day my scars were slowly healing. But they were still there and Griffin never seemed to have a problem with it.

“Thanks, Griff, I was a little nervous but you are right” I turned around still in his embrace, and pecked him on the l*ps.
His hand fisted my hair as he pulled me closer the second I tried to pull away. Pulling me close again and answering my chaste sweet peck with another k*ss. One that was rough and passionate and swept me off my feet both literally and figuratively. He had the habit of wrapping one arm around me and then lifting me off the floor as we k*ssed. If you had told me my mate would do that before I would have laughed. in your face. It would have been enough to reject someone in my mind. At least after what my old pack had done. Now I relished the fact that I could forget everything as we k*ssed. I didn’t even have to stand on my own two feet. All I had to do was hold on to Griffin and enjoy k*ssing him. And I did, because every time he k*ssed me my heart would beat out of my chest. I would feel dizzy with happiness.
“You were holding back a lot when you didn’t touch me weren’t you” I smirked when Griffin finally let go of me.
Smacking my ass he told me I had no idea how much. We made quick work out of getting undressed so we could shift. There were benefits to undressing in plain sight with my handsome made. I could have tried to stop myself from sneaking a peak even if I wanted to. Which I didn’ t, after all, he was my mate I accepted him. He was all mine to stare at.
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Realizing he was all mine was weird, it made me incredibly proud on the one hand, and on the other hand, I felt possessive. Like I would fight every other she-wolf that would have the nerve to flirt with him. Shaking my head I shifted, giving up control to Willow.
When we are in control our wolves can still feel what we are feeling. They will see, taste, and hear everything. The only difference is that they are not in control of how we respond. When we give control to our wolves it is the other way around. So now I felt the overwhelming joy I felt when Willow saw her mate again. Willow had always been a playful wolf because I refused to complete the mating process they could not speak yet. Both I and Willow would only be able to mindlink Griffin and Conan after we completed the mating process. If Griffin would leave me now I would be heartbroken, but the pain of your mate betraying you after you’ve mated. After you’re carrying each other’s mark is unlike any other pain you will ever feel. My heart, and my fears won from logic, I knew Griffin wouldn’t be this patient. Wouldn’t invest this much time and money in me to be a shit mate. I had seen him cry when he figured he was minutes away from being rejected. My worries and my inability to fully trust him. Causing Willow and Conan unable to communicate. Made me feel incredibly guilty, and it made the normally playful Willow sad and quiet.
Just like Griffin, Conan seemed to know exactly what Willow needed. He teased her as we were running. Bumping into her, softly pulling her tail. He didn’t need words to communicate with her. Soon Willow was back to her happy self, teasing Conan as he had been teasing her. They looked like two pups playing out in the woods for the first time. They ran for a full hour when Conan came to a sudden stop. Communicating was still hard but Willow seemed to pick up on the fact that he wanted her to follow him.
“I think we should just follow him, Willow.” I told her, like how she would often be the voice in the back of my mind.
Helping me with what I should do, she nodded. I was unsure if it was
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for me, Conan, or the both of us. But it was clear what she meant. Conan jumped up when she nodded, immediately reassuring me that he didn’t notice anything off. That mindset of needing to be on edge every time I went for a run was something that will stay with me for a long time. Two years of getting attacked almost daily will do that to you. Willow was in the same boat as me, through our bond I could feel her nerves, I could feel how fast our heart was beating. And the sense of relief she felt was the first thing I noticed after Conan had stopped walking. He had brought Willow to a creek in the middle of the forest. He runs into the lake water, barking at her. Obviously wanting her to come in as well. And she did she made a run for and ran into the creek. I lost all track of time as the two of them played and splashed around in the creek. By the time they made their way back to the clearing where we left our clothes, the sun had started to set already.