The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya the Author novel Chapter 253

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How dare he suggest that what he has gone through is the same as being by your childhood friend and finding out that it was not friendship between you but him pitying you seeing you as unfit to be anything other than an omega. How can he suggest that the mark he bears is as bad as the scares that litter my body? Scars I have from the abuse that was ignited by my rejection? It has been ages since I showed anyone my naked body. I didn’t stop to think about it before I did. No, I just did it, Griffin brought back the old Ayla. A girl that was not beaten down so many times she lost the energy to get back up and fight again. 

That was the one thing people didn’t even know. Not even now that they knew of the abuse. Getting rejected like that, getting mocked by most of my old pack. Getting beaten and attacked to the point my body could not keep up with its healing anymore. It broke me and it broke more than just my body and skin. If only a handful of people love and appreciate you. When the one person who is supposed to love you more than anything in the world. If the one person who has been created to love you by the MoonGoddess herself can’t bring himself to do it. All because of my physical appearance, and my lack of elegance as he called it. If the pack that is supposed to love and protect you as a family laughs. behind your back. Then how are you supposed to believe you are truly worthy of loving at all? Let alone by the Crown Prince. 

It made me stop fighting, fighting to find love again or be with my mate. Or fight back against not only the abuse but the whispers and rumors too. Hiding my body had never been about me being ashamed of it or my 

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scars. It had always been about hiding what was happening to me so that people could not ask me to fight it. It had been so that I didn’t have to fight to keep the few opinions about me that mattered the same. And I didn’t know what to feel about the fact that with Griffin I was ready to fight again. Fighting meant I stood to lose something. With not a lot left to lose that was a scary thought. I expected him to say something, to go all Alpha on me and want to go after the people who hurt me. 

“Oh Darling, I am so sorry I should have never said that please forgive me” he pleaded with me. 

His scent enveloped me as he hugged me from behind. On instinct my body went stiff, rigid even. It has been too long since someone touched me, without ill intend. Within second I could no longer deny the comfort his scent brought me. I leaned into his embrace, all my anger suddenly forgotten. He kissed the top of my head again, causing me to sigh. Just as I was about to turn around when there was knock at the door. Griffin 

stepped back like I was on fire. He must be ashamed to be seen with me, werewolves aren’t usually shy about naked bodies. Not there own but certainly not that of others not even their mates. Seeing Griffin hide my body from the servant at his door hurt me. This admission of shame was like a stab through the heart. All the forgotten anger came back fiercer 

than it had before. 

“Sorry, but we need to get ready my parents are waiting on is, can we talk after dinner?” He atleast has the decency to look guilty, voice low. 

Nodding at him I walk of to my overnight bag, I don’t think there was a 

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lot we could talk about. It got increasingly clear that the gap between what we wanted and what we could give eachother was to big. Still his parents were nice people, excited to get to know me. They were the whole reason I decided to come over anyway. So I got the nice dress I had brought. Ironically, it was the little black dress I had bought to bring to the ball. The one Grandma told me not to wear. She said it was pretty but more for a funeral and not as much a ball too meer your mate. At this point I was ready to skip the party tomorrow and just go home after dinner. By Greyhound bus, the fact is was going to cost me a lot of. money I couldn’t really miss annoyed me even further. Griffin eyed me putting my dirty clothes back in my bag but he doesn’t say anything about it. He only changes his shirt changing into a black one. For a second I wonder if he did this to match my dress. And if so if this was” because he wanted to match with me because he wanted to show we 

sorta belonged together. Or if it just was to make a point of us being a good couple to his parents. Regardless of the ugly mess between us right