The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya

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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 pricking 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

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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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the smell of something 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

My kidnapper or kidnappers placed me in a bedroom. It had at nice enough bed, two nightstands, and a big dresser. It would almost look homely, but there were no windows.

now. Wanting to find more information, needing to know more about my whereabouts. I stretch my arms to feel the

is made out of wet clay. The roots

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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.

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

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

enjoy dinner, my love. It’s your favorite.” I turn

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

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faced with their fake displays of love. Now that David wanted me back I wish he would have

died. Everybody suspected it was something bad, but we all thought it would be a war. After all the

indeed David who kidnapped me. My favorite topping was sausage and onions. He however hated that and he hated half and half. I liked pepperoni pizza enough to just deal with it. David never noticed it because as much as I thought we knew each other through and through we never

love, the man used to hope was