The Prince’s Unwilling mate

Chapter 94

Griffin 94 Settling things with Cynthia, took much longer than expected. By the time I got back to my chambers, I still hadn’t heard from Ayla. “Darling, I am getting worried please let me know when you’re home. I love you” I decided to wait another hour before I will contact her family. In the meantime, I need to do something to take my mind off of worrying about Ayla. And about the fact that we had to arrest Cynthia, this was the first time in over a hundred years that we had one of our one in the dungeons. I just know Ayla would feel bad about that, but the thing is we kept giving Cynthia slack. We kept telling her off, for what she was doing but it never stopped her. Honestly, I don’t even think that her being arrested was the thing that got through to her. It was the moment Sam didn’t give in to her begging that he could not let us do that to her. Pleading with him that she had learned her lessons now that he should be the one giving her house arrest instead. I believe it was the moment Sam looked back at her. Apologizing for letting her down, and not raising her as her mother’s daughter before walking away that broke her. I truly hope she has learned her lesson and will from now on leave me and Ayla alone. Still, she needed to go to trial and await her punishment, I am just happy that Dad is the one deciding on the punishment this time. For now, I start up a video game but I see my human friends are online. They know Ayla and I are moving in together. Or that is what they think is happening I can’t fully explain it to them. But they will either tease me about it. Or genuinely be happy for me, either way our conversation would be about Ayla. Normally I loved talking about her but now I need to distract myself for an hour or so. With that I decided 0.00% 07:061 Griffin 94 to put on something on the TV, maybe I can start a new series, and if I like it I can rewatch it with Ayla and we will have a new series to binge when she gets here. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

*** A knock on the door startles me awake, the TV screen blinking with Netflix’s message asking me if I am still watching. I must have fallen asleep from the lights streaming into my room through the curtains I know it must be morning. They’re knocking again, this time telling me they have a letter delivered for me. I want to find out if something happened to Ayla. I need to find my phone to see if she texted me. But I don’t think the ser vant bringing me the letters is going to let up anytime soon. “I am coming take it easy” I yell at the door. My head is pounding and my muscles feel like rubberbands like I have a hangover. But I didn’t drink a sip last night. There is no way for me to feel this bad, making me worry even more. Everyone keeps telling me I cannot feel what Ayla is feeling now because we haven’t marked each other yet. But there is hardly any knowledge of mates not marking each other for so long. So who knows how our matebond developed? Trying not to think about that I open the door to see what the letter my ser vant is delivering to me is all about. As I take it from my hand I sense the faint scent of lilacs. My mind is spinning, and my intestines cramp together. Not aware of my surroundings anymore I just fall to my knees, opening the letter with shaky hands. My eyes scanned over the words on the paper, I did not know what to expect when I got handed the letter. But I never expected it to be this. “Dear Griffin, 26.98% 94 288 iVouchers I am so sorry to do this to you again, but I am not coming today. I will not move in with you, all of this between us was fake. You are not my mate David is, I was upset he rejected me, but I get it now. His father made him reject me, but David decided to choose me. Like the perfect mate he is, and I will choose him.

You know as well as I do that I would always be him. I know Hannah likes you a lot, I know I talked badly about her before. Please note it was just jealousy, and she would make a good Queen. No longer yours, Ayla” The letter was typed out by what seemed to be an old-time typewriter like the one Ayla had in her room. It was signed with a k*ss in the color that resembled the red one she would wear when going to a party. “Baby, what is wrong tell me, we will fix it okay?” Mom asked me, kneeling down next to me and wrapping her arms around me. The servant must have gotten her and Dad when he saw me fall to the floor. No matter how old I’ve got. Mom’s hugs were still comforting, seeing the words in the letter, and realizing it was written on her old typewriter. Kissed by her lips broke me. I could not find the words to tell my parents exactly what was happening. Sobbing into my mother’s chest like I used to do when I was a little pup. I held out the letter with my still-shaking hand. Hoping Dad would take it and read it and understand what was happening without me telling them. For minutes 51.55% Griffin 94 my room got quiet. Too quiet, Dad was reading the letter trying to make sense of it as Mom was still trying to comfort me. It was in this silence that my hurt, my heartbreak, and my despair slowly twisted into something else. Something more powerful and something more dangerous. The question of how they could do this got replaced with a sense of “I will get them for doing this” for “I won’t let them get away with doing this” Wiping the tears off my face I sat back up. “Can someone please tell me what is in that letter?” Mom asks and it sounds like she is getting anxious. She just found her only son on the floor crying and now her mate has turned white as a sheet. “This is a letter telling Griffin why Ayla won’t be moving in with him today. Why she will never see

him anymore? It tells him she is getting back with David, and she even suggests he should marry Hannah” Dad growls, like I am now he is holding back his wolf. He is about as pis sed as I am, I can only hope this means he thinks the same thing I do. I slowly get up so I can look him in the eyes and so does Mom. “Rodrick, what the hell are you talking about, we talked to her yesterday. She was so excited about her party and then moving in here.” Mom shakes her head trying to make sense of it all. “Well according to this letter, she suddenly changed her mind” Dad starts. “Dad, I…” I want to interrupt him but he doesn’t let me. “No, son, I know I am known for jumping to conclusions. I get she is your mate but let me finish first” Griffin 94 I nod, because there is nothing else I can do. I cannot force Dad to listen to me first. I just hope we can just talk about this when he has said his piece. And be quick about it because I want to do something about this as soon as possible.