The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya the Author novel Chapter 324

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By the time I finally could go to bed, I was exhausted, and I still didn’t have an appetites Desperately wanting to feel closer to Ayla I decided to just go to sleep in the bed that still vaguely smells of her. When I find one of my shirts she wore to bed the last night we were together under her pillows I slip into it. Normally I would sleep topless but, having her scent envelop me is the most calming thing for me at this moment. I allow myself to close my eyes and imagine she is peacefully sleeping next to me. I know this will alone cause me more pain in the morning. But for now, I let it lull me into a peaceful sleep. 

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The next morning I woke up after a fitful sleep. Wearing a shirt that smelled of her helped me fall asleep peacefully. However, I should have known that it would never be enough to actually have a peaceful night. Even my subconscious misses the feeling of her in my arms when I am sleeping. I needed to get up though, we would travel to the White Oak pack shortly. After the announcement on the website, I let the pack know we were still actively searching for their Princess. 

And after yesterday’s hiccup, we now truly had the support of the entire pack and it meant the world to me. Not only because it would make my life, and my mission to get the love of my life back to me so much easier. No, I wanted Ayla to have a warm, loving pack. That missed her, that believed her and fought for her to go home too. Being without our mates 

even without having completed the process was painful for any wolf. We had always managed to take the edge off with texting every day. Making sure we were surrounded by each other’s scent. I highly doubt David. would allow her any of those. 

That’s the dark place my mind keeps going back to. Trying to imagine what he is doing to her. How he is trying to break her because I know from my own experience just how strong she is. And just how stubborn she is, she will keep fighting him if not physically she will fight him mentally. I wish I could tell her to just go along with everything he is coming up with. That I would never blame her for acting like she prefers him over me. I know it is not true but, if that is what is going to keep her safe she should do it. Just hold out long enough for me to come and save her. Sadly I cannot reach her and she will be too stubborn, she loves me too much to speak badly about me. 

With a body that feels like it’s been run over by a tow truck, I shuffle towards the bathroom. Hoping that a hot shower will release some of the tension in my body. I feel like I have to be ready for anything, every second of the day now. So my body has been tensed up ever since reading that letter. Ready to pounce on whoever I need to pounce on. And it made my muscles sore, of course, the lack of nutrition doesn’t help either. But how could I be stuffing my face when I am not sure that Ayla even gets to eat anything? 

When I walk out of the shower Mom is waiting for me, a plate of scrambled eggs with bacon sits on my dining room table next to a mug of coffee. 

“Honey, I know you don’t want to but you need to eat something. The 

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only way we are getting your mate back is by keeping our strengths up. You know Ayla would never want you to starve yourself” She adds the last words in a gentler tone. 

She is right, I can practically hear Ayla scold me for not taking care of myself. It feels like nobody gets it though. Nobody seems to understand how much the simplest things like eating or even breathing feel without her. No one in my family or pack has ever been through something like this. So there is nobody here I can talk to. 

“I know Mom, I just miss her so much that it hurts me” I can barely hold in my sobs. 

Suddenly Mom’s arms are around me, it feels so comforting. Like it did when I was a little pup crying over a scraped knee or a missing toy. Only now I was an adult, set to take over the throne in a few years. And now it was my heart that was hurting and I lost my mate, not my favorite toy So Mom’s hugs could only go so far. Still, it comforted me enough to attempt to eat breakfast. My mouth felt dry, and my throat was swollen. I had trouble with every bite I swallowed down. Feeling like the bit of fluffy eggs got lodged in my throat. 

Two hours later I sat in the royal jet, heading towards the White Oak pack once more. Next to me was an empty chair, the chair where Ayla should have been seated. I should be flying to the White Oak pack not because I needed to find out what happened to her. No, we needed to be 

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