The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya

Chapter 98

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There is a slow dull ache in my head like it’s being held together by an elastic that is wrapped around it too tight. I can control my limbs again but they still feel heavy and achey. Someone is brushing their hand over my hair. I know who this is but in the back of my mind. I cannot remember a name or what this person looks like. But every time the hand touches me my body recoils.
“Hush, baby I am here now I saved you,” a voice tells me.
A lot of memories are flooding back to me. When I walked home after my farewell party at the White Oak Pack. I was feeling weird, and a bit paranoid then there was a pric king feeling in my neck. They must have injected me with something. Most likely silver of wolfsbane. Now that the fog in my head is clearing up a little bit, I come to the conclusion they probably used something like a tranquilizer dart.
Snippets of my journey here, wherever that is. Coming back in contorted twisted pieces of information. And then there is the only thing I can clearly remember. My wonderful mate Griffin, he is the only one I want to save me. But it was him he wouldn’t be calling me baby. He never did, it’s always just my name or darling.
I try to open my eyes, wanting to see who is stroking my hair. And I need to see where I am. I need to find a way to get out of here. There is no way for me to tell how many hours have passed between me leaving the party and waking up here. But it must have been hours, meaning by now Griffin and my family must know and they must be worried sick.
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isa un to the smell of something

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savory. My stomach violently cramps up. Somehow I fell asleep again, now waking up because someone brought me food. In the current state I am in I would eat everything it is. Maybe the kidnapper wants to poison me, or maybe they are just slipping me some drugs again to keep me drowsy. But I don’t have a lot of options. I either eat and risk getting poisoned. Or I will just lay here in bed sleeping until I am so underfed that I die
Finally, I manage to open my eyes, surprised to sense I must be the only one in the room. My hands and feet are not tied to anything so I slowly sit up. My kidnapper or kidnappers placed me in a bedroom. It had a nice enough bed, two nightstands, and a big dresser. It would almost look homely, but there were no windows. The room was unnaturally dark. With my wolf eyesight, it is easy enough to make everything out.
I just wonder why the room is as dark as it is now. Wanting to find more information, needing to know more about my whereabouts. I stretch my arms to feel the wall behind my bed.
When I do my heart drops with the hopelessness of the situation. The wall is made out of wet clay. The roots of trees keep it all together. Whoever did this to me, built an underground hiding space. Telling me it was planned at least days in advance. Slowly my memories are coming back, I know that I know who kidnapped me. But for some reason, I just couldn’t access that information.
Maybe if I have eaten something I will feel better, and if I do I can finally start figuring some things out. With that I manage to get out of bed, the smell I now recognize as pizza is coming from behind a closed door. I hate not knowing anything, I want to know whether there is pizza for me or not. What is behind the door and who I will face when I open it? Soon I will find out though because whatever happens, I need to eat something.
With trembling hands, I open the door, which luckily isn’t locked. It
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leads to a small kitchen with a dining area. Like the bedroom, it was empty apart from the pizza box in the middle of the dining table. My stomach still grumbling I make my way to the pizza. Only to see there is a sticky note attached to the pizza box.
“I had to tend to some pack business, enjoy dinner, my love. It’s your favorite.” I turn the note around but there is no name on it.
Still, it is telling me more about the situation if whoever this is has pack business to deal with it must be a werewolf. A higher ranking one at that. And suddenly it all comes to me. The only one it can be is David, he never called me baby or my love. But it is what he called Hannah, especially if I could overhear it when they started to date. Waiting to see if they could do better.
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