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 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.
***
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.

Back then I hated that, I hated being faced with their fake displays of love. Now that David wanted me back I wish he would have
just stuek with Hanah.
We were all waiting to see what he was going to do after his parents died. Everybody suspected it was something bad, but we all
thought it would be a war. After all the peace treaty we made with Alpha Phillip was voided when he died. David had enough
reason to go to war with the White Oak and Silver Moon packs.
When I opened the pizza box I saw it was a pepperoni pizza, confirming it was 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 did.
I mean the man I used to love, the man used to hope was my mate had kidnapped me. Because I didn’t want to take him back
after he rejected me. I felt weird, I know I should be more scared, or sad. Maybe I will be later but for now, I just feel weird.
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It’s probably still some side effects of the poison they injected me with, combined with the hunger. There are just too many gaps,
too many unanswered gaps and I just want to get some answers. Slowly I sit down to eat my pizza, even with the first bites my
stomach keeps cramping up. Probably because I haven’t eaten in hours and now am scoffing down this fatty pizza.
It tasted just like the pizzas David and I had during our movie nights. Closing the box again to take a good look at it. I noticed that
David had gotten this pizza from the Cheese in the Sky pizza shop. The pizza parlor was on pack ground, I have no idea how
long it’s been here. But when I took the first bite it was still warm. Meaning we had to be close to the Blood Moon pack. I hated
being back here and I had hoped I would never have to again. Still, now I knew my surroundings.
Slowly I am beginning to feel a little bit better, the pizza must be helping. But just as I am about to get up and try and explore a
little bit.. The door to the kitchen creaks and when I look I am face to face with the man I never thought to see ever again. I
hoped I would never have to seen. David Birch Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack and my worst enemy..