Escaping my arranged marriage with Alpha Prescott

Chapter 26

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“You look tired, Matty,” Avery commented as we trained together. My father wanted me to practice after that poison incident, he wanted me to work hard to get my powers to their fullest extent.

My powers had healed me sooner than the doctors had expected. | couldn’t sleep because Gabriel was still here and | knew that he was deliberately not taking his medication to stay longer.

“My powers exhaust me sometimes,” | lied and sighed.

“| don’t understand why you're still not telling Alpha Prescott that he is your second chance mate,” she shook her head, annoyed by my reluctance.

“He doesn’t believe in fated mate sh it,” | told her bitterly, remembering our conversation. “Prescott might leave me if | tell him the truth. He thinks that the fated mates get so much power over you that they can destroy you.”

“| think he'll change once he realizes that you’re his fated mate,” Avery argued, bestowing her never-ending knowledge. Sometimes it irked me when she advised me like an elder sister when she was younger, She was blessed with the superpower of visions and wisdom.

“Fated mate? Have you found your second chance mate?” Dad scrutinized me and | shuddered in fear.

“No, Dad. Even if | find my second chance mate, I'll reject him,” | conveyed with determination.

“You better do, Matilda. Alpha Prescott is the right mate for you. | don’t want you to leave him after all this,” my father warned me. “Anyways, are you able to talk to your mom through your powers?”

“She is not a witch, Dad. Chill,” Avery rolled her eyes.

“My

powers aren’t strong enough yet to be able to find Mom,” | told him in a low voice.

| didn’t want to disappoint him so | tried hard to control my powers but they backfired on me because the right time hadn’t come yet. | was forcing my way to get through my

powers.

“It's okay. Don’t take too much stress, Tila. I’m here to protect you. Take your time in getting along with your superpowers. I’ve deployed my men to track her down,”

Prescott appeared out of nowhere and wrapped his hand around my waist before pulling me for a quick kiss.

| put my hand on her rock-hard chest and my eyes skimmed over his sweaty six-pack abs. He looked smoking hot with his shirt off and wearing just track pants. He had returned from his training. | had deliberately chosen the spot where he wouldn’t come to distract me but here he was.

My wolf was having dirty thoughts in my mind. She wanted me to lick his se*y chest and bite his pierced niples. | licked my lips, wanting to be kissed by this sex y G od.

“You're drooling, baby girl,’ he taunted via the link.

| rolled my eyes and scratched his skin with my long nails. ‘F u*k you.”

‘lm ready to be u*ked, Silver. Please, f uck me, he smirked, flirting with me shamelessly.

Dad cleared his throat but he didn’t let go of my waist. “The council wants to see their King and Queen’s marking ceremony. All the Alphas are pressuring the elders to hold the ceremony.”

“What's the problem? Why are they rushing over something trivial?” His brows furrowed.

Alpha Mason also came from training. “Your reputation is the problem, son. They think that you have forced the Princess to be with you. And since the Alphas had seen both of your necks unmarked, their suspicions are justifiable.”

He scoffed and a deep frown etched on his face. “I don’t give a f u*k about them. I’m not holding any marking ceremony in front of the council just to prove to them that | didn’t force my wife to marry me.”

His words stung my heart. He didn’t want to mark me. He was too ashamed to accept me and mark me in front of the council. Was Gabriel right? Will Prescott leave me after using me and discard me like trash?

“You didn’t marry her properly. No one was invited to your wedding either so it’s necessary to hold the marking ceremony to shut their mouths,” Mason told his son, trying to convince him.

“No one has the guts to say anything to my face. | don’t care what they say behind my back,” he declared in a low yet firm voice, his Alpha aura rolling off him.

“You're the King, Prescott. You have to care about your people’s opinions. They can’t think of you as a cruel cold-hearted Alpha,” Mason growled, his Alpha aura emanating

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Both the father and son were headstrong and defiant. None of them was ready to back. off.

“Why haven't you marked her eyes at his son.

Do you even love her?” Mason asked, narrowing his

They mind-linked each other for a minute before Prescott walked away from there, letting go of me.

| went to my room, took a quick shower, and took my breakfast alone. He wasn’t there and | didn’t care if he ate or not. | wouldn't wait for him any longer.

“Alpha is calling you in the office,” Caleb informed me after knocking on my door.

“Tell your Alpha if he wants to talk to me, come here himself. | won’t go anywhere,” | folded my arms and pretended to read the book.

“Um, okay. I'll tell him,” he nodded his head and left.

“Can you do as | say for once?” He closed the door behind him with a loud bang and | jumped in my place.

He was a raging beast when he got angry which scared the s hit out of me but I acted. cool.

“I'm not your sla ve, Prescott,” | snarled at him. “You can’t summon me and expect me

to be there.”

“I'm not your master, I’m your husband and I’m very well aware of it. | wanted to show you something in my office. The women in my pack need their Luna so | was hoping that you would like to take over your duties now,” he explained with a cold expression. | bit my lip in embarrassment. | misunderstood him.

“You could mind-link me. Why would you send your Beta to me as if you’re summoning a criminal?” | rolled my eyes, not wanting to admit my mistake.

“| was busy with work, Tila. My Beta is my best friend and | don’t send him to run my errands. If | send him to someone, that person is important to me,” he spoke with an icy

tone.

“| won't be surprised if you send him to sleep with me in your place,” the words came out of my mouth and I scowled to hide my fear and regret. | was too blunt. My tongue would be the reason for my death.

He growled and held my throat in an instant. “You love to taste my patience and

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provoke me, don’t you?”

His eyes dipped to my neck, making my wolf excited in anticipation of being marked.

“You love to insult me, don’t you?” | mimicked his tone, staring into his misty gray eyes fearlessly.

His grip on my neck wasn’t tight. He soon started massaging my neck and tore down my favorite floral dress with his other hand. “What's wrong, Silver? Why are you throwing a tantrum?” He asked, surprising me and. before | could respond, he started cupping my breasts whilst his mouth peppered my neck with hot kisses.

The big bad wolf was getting soft instead of growling.