The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya the Author novel Chapter 326

101 Ayla 

David walked away and he didn’t return for an entire day. I ate the breakfast that had gone cold now. From the sunroof, I could see that an entire day had passed. The sun was going down again. By now I was bored out of my mind, and starving. Two portions of a simple breakfast aren’t enough to feed a werewolf. David knows this, I know he is punishing me for still not wanting him. For still defending Griff. But I would never stop doing that. 

“Ayla, you need to be smart about this like our mate is doing” Hearing Willow’s voice made me sag with relief. 

When David told me I wouldn’t be able to shift I was seared I would lose Willow. Being suppressed for too long can kill your wolf. And in most cases, your wolf dying means you will die too. Or you will go insane, so there is hardly any good outcome to losing your wolf. It means you will be missing a part of you for the rest of your often short life. 

Willow was right of course, I needed to be smart about this. But I don’t know how, I need Griffin to hug me. To tell me things were going to be alright. I felt bad acting like I believed David or pretending like I was. disappointed in Griff. I have been so very vocal about not trusting him, about not being able to love again. Now that I do, now that I am finally able to tell everyone how much I love my mate. How good it is to be mated, I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to tell anyone that Griffin is not good enough for me. Not even to David. 

Yesterday I found a simple bar of soap and some old, rough, towels. Not much but it’s better than nothing and I desperately need a shower. Showering means getting undressed though and it scared me. The other problem is the clothes, there are some clothes for me here but by the looks and smell of them, the clothes are David’s. Wearing his clothes, feels off. It’s the cute kind couply thing I want to do with Griffin. 

Things I do with Griffin, I wear his clothes to bed. They’re big on me, soft and comfy. And I love feeling asleep surrounded by even more of his scent. My skin crawled thinking about falling asleep, surrounded by David’s scent. However, my other options were washing my clothes, and hanging them out to dry in this damp musty room. Waiting for them to dry which will most likely never happen, sleep naked or wash myself only to wear the same dirty clothes. Clothes I have been wearing for two days straight. Clothes that weren’t really mine either but they were female clothes at least. 

In the end, I decide I need to take care of myself the best I can, keeping clean, eating, and resting when I can. It all is about taking care of myself. Keeping strong so that I can try and find a way out of here. With that knowledge, I drag a chair inside of the bedroom so I can block the door. Because conveniently it doesn’t have a lock. The shower is cold and the water does not get warm either. I don’t even know why I expected it to be warm. He kidnapped me and put me in a musty homemade dungeon. Of course, he didn’t grant me a warm shower, but at least I was clean now. After having picked out the clothes that smelled like him the least I crawl back into the bumpy bed. 

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This is the first time since being here I actually try to get some sleep. The first few hours I was out of it. Because whatever it was they injected me with it was strong stuff. Yesterday I just cried myself to sleep, and now I am lying in this bed teeth still chattering. Shaking from cold and hunger sleep does not find me. All that does find me is the memories of my time with Griff. Or fears about what he is doing now, and if I am ever going to find a way out. Or if Griff is coming to find me which spirals me into fearing what he will think when he sees me wearing David’s clothes, smelling of him, soundly sleeping in David’s bed.. Realistically I know Griff wants me to do all I can to keep safe. My heart and mind just do not seem to agree. Until I find myself crying again. 

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Another morning where I woke up from the door creaking. After having cried myself to sleep. I hate how I am kind of relieved to hear David walk into the dungeon. Not because of him no. All that he accomplished by kidnapping me was that I hated him more than ever. Me the one who saved his pack from going to war so many times. 

But when I take a deep breath I realize it is not David who walked into the dungeon. I have been up close and personal with this person more times than I count. More times than I would have wanted to. Being so up close to this wolf all the time, imprinted her scent on my mind. Hannah being involved doesn’t surprise me at all.