The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya the Author novel Chapter 2

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Since I still hadn’t gotten a text from Ayla asking where I was, by the time I brought her family to our chambers. So I had just assumed she was still sleeping. What I did not expect was to find her at her breakfast table, hair tied up in a messy bun. Only wearing her panties and my black T–shirt. Because again it did things to my body it should not do. Not with Ayla still having to recover from all she has been through. I was scared to death to give her the idea her body was the only thing I was interested in.

Nor did I want her to feel pressured to make love to me, or to complete the mating process even if it constantly was on my mind. Her walking out of the bathroom in tight leggings that looked like someone seived leather around her figure to make it perfectly with only one of my white dress shirts. Did not make it any easier on me, but I didn’t want to let it go to my head. Most likely she just didn’t have anything to wear., Taking one of my shirts out of my closet just to be warm and comfortable. But I had missed her in every aspect of life, and I even know it is natural for mates to feel this drawn to each other. Especially since we haven’t completed the mating process yet.

It was another urge I had to control, maybe I should go and talk to my dad about this. It wouldn’t be the first time not even in my relationship with Ayla where I asked him for advice. On the other hand there was a possibility he could not help me since he had never been through. something like this. I know he has been telling me to focus more on my

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He had been so understanding about me not getting anything done while I was looking for Ayla. And then when I didn’t want to leave her bedside because she was in a coma for weeks. Yesterday he had told me that he was glad I started to get back to work. Reminding–me that as royalty we were never excused from our jobs. And that in the Ayla and I needed to get the work done together as a team. Meaning that wherever I slacked off no matter how understandable it might be. In the end Ayla would end up having to work harder to make up for lost time.

That didn’t fit the future Ayla and I had planned out together. We had promised each other to work extra hard during the weekdays so that we could have our weekends off. The cup of coffee I would make here in bed, every morning, and the weekends would be to be quality time together. Just the two of us now, and back then we had soon hoped to have a little family to spend our weekends with. There were some delays now, but to me, that was still the future I wanted. The future we wanted together, so Dad’s words triggered something in me. An urge to work harder, and do more, so that Ayla would not have to work harder on my

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It was the one thing I felt like I could hold on to. The only thing I felt like I could do was to make sure our future could go on as planned. To make sure none of this messed with our future. Because it was the only thing I could control. I could not control how soon we would find David, nor could I control when the trial for Hannah would be held. A trial where Ayla would have to be the key witness, yet another thing I had to tell her about. A thing that scared me because I had no idea how that would affect Ayla’s healing process. My mate being so weak and hurt both mentally and physically was yet another thing I could not

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Hell, I could not even control my own body, stop it from acting like a hormonal teenager whenever I saw Ayla do or wear anything remotely sexy. And there was a whole lot she could do or wear that I considered sexy. Work and how much work I got done, how hard I worked. How much work there would be left for Ayla to pick up when she got back to it was the only thing I could control. And judging from the massive to- do list Ayla had written it wouldn’t be long before she would want to go back to working.