Escaping my arranged marriage with Alpha Prescott Chapter 63

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Matilda

“How can humans know that werewolves could be killed by silver?” Caleb said, examining a dead warrior’s b*dy who had a gunshot in his brain. The bullet was made of silver and the humans didn’t use silver bullets Silver bullets were something created solely by the werewolves.

In the history lessons, we were taught that when the Alpha King declared a werewolf rogue because he dared to harass the Luna, the King banned him from our community so he had no option but to live amongst the humans and he was the first wolf who created the silver bullets to avenge the humiliation he had suffered at the hand of the King

The pack borders smelled of metallic blood and that made me feel sick to my stomach so I swallowed the lumps in my throat and kept a straight face, not wanting everyone to know that the Queen was a feeble who couldn’t withstand the sight of the blood.

“Of course, they received help from someone else who knows everything about our worlds,” Jericho said with a frown.

“It’s Dylan Kane. The f u cker will pay for this,” Prescott took an oath in his Alpha command, his Alpha aura rolling off his b*dy in flailing waves of fury.

“How are you so sure about that Dylan has hands in this…” I managed to ask him in a low voice.

I hadn’t anticipated Dylan to go this far. He had broken a crucial rule of the supernatural creatures. No matter how much hatred or animosity we had between each other, we were bound to abide by the rule of secrecy.

Our existence shouldn’t be known by ordinary humans. It could be dangerous for us because humans hated us due to the powers and privileges we had. Humans took all the supernatural creatures as a threat and then, there were the hunters who wanted us dead.

“No one would dare do this to my pack amongst the werewolves so it has to be him,” he seethed, a low growl erupting through his chest.

His gaze locked with mine for a brief second before he asked his Beta to clean the mess

The ground was half-covered with the blood of five warriors. My heart sank after seeing them devastated like this.

All of them were young, they didn’t deserve to die. Their mates must be suffering through. immense pain. I made a mental note to visit their families and offer my consolation.

“How will we catch him. Alpha? It’s not easy to find their covens these days. Even last time when Luna…” Jencho’s words remained in his mouth as he looked over at me and gave me an apologetic

smile

“We will not find him. He will find us,” Prescott cut him off in a stiff voice, showing his unwavering

determination

I will not let this slide. I lost my best warriors because of him. I will punish him the way he would beg for death,” he said through gritted teeth, hatred dripping from his voice.

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All of this made me think how my mother could consider marrying me off to a cruel witch King who killed my people. As the Alpha Queen, it was my duty to protect my kind. I knew she was hiding something and to find out more about that asshole and my mom’s secret, I had agreed with her but deep down, I knew that I wouldn’t marry anyone else.

The hole in the warrior’s chest made me feel so creepy and nauseous that I had to run back to the castle. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen blood before, I grew up with hard training by my father and head warrior. It was happening because of my pregnancy.

I could feel a piercing gaze on my back so I turned to find my mate giving me a skeptical look. Maybe I should have stayed there and puked on my husband’s face. A devilish smile formed on my l*ps at the last thought, my baby was probably so naughty. He was giving me the best idea…

After throwing out the breakfast Mom had made for me in the morning, I washed my mouth and face with the cold water.

“You’re the Alpha Queen, you shouldn’t be scared of mere blood. It’s normal for us to see blood,” Prescott taunted in a glacial tone, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest, showing off his muscles and biceps.

Frowning at his stu pid question, I looked into the mirror at his shadow while tapping my face with the napkin. His tall figure with a smug expression made him look like a Greek Go d and I admired the gorgeous view. His ash brown hair fell over his forehead messily, making him look so hot. And I wanted to trace my fingers at his chiseled jawline and lick it with my tongue.

I couldn’t deny the attraction I had for him due to the mate bond. He took a few tentative steps closer toward me, gauging if I would run or stay there to be touched by him.

Holy sh it. The pregnancy hormones were making me feel h orny as f uck.

“Look at me,” he commanded, standing behind me. His chest pressed into my back and I could feel his hard part poking my as s. I had to restrain the urge to turn and bump into his face unknowingly and have that most romantic accidental k*ss like in the books where the male lead doesn’t k*ss your face, he eats your face, mouth, and everything.

Despite the fights and arguments we had, I wanted him. I craved his touch and the hunger to be devoured by him was getting intense with every second passing by. We were on the edge of having a divorce yet I wanted him like a stu pid girl who would lose everything in love and let her husband would take advantage of that.

His hand moved down to my n*eck and his fingers trailed my marking spot ever so sensually that it awakened the fierce sparks in my b*dy.

“How should I punish you this time?” He asked in a deep husky voice that sent chills down my spine in excitement.

Although I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, my b*dy was already reacting to it, and the punishment word excited me with the hope of being touched by the Greek Go d.

When I didn’t say anything and arched my n*eck to give him full access to my shoulders, he seized my both hands and shoved them above my head with one hand while his free hand framed my face and cupped my cheeks.

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I closed my eyes to relish the sparks that my b*dy was getting-

“Tell me, Matilda, what are you hiding from me?” He asked and didn’t even wait for my answer before burying his face in my n*eck and k*ssing my n*eck sensually.

Oh, Goddess. Did he find out that the pup is his? And now he wanted me to stay so I could be the heir churning machine for him whilst he would marry Lola…?

No, he couldn’t find it out. The pup wasn’t born yet so he couldn’t run a DNA test yet.

My b*dy and my mind were on the opposite sides. My b*dy was literally in heaven as his l*ps and tongue savored my n*eck while on the other hand, my mind was occupied with finding the meaning behind his words.

Mustering all of my courage, I pushed him away slightly and he wasn’t even shocked. He must have known that I was the kind of person who wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Fated mate? That’s what I should call you, right?” He quirked one brow, staring at me with his misty gray eyes quizzically.

I was shocked after hearing his words. How could he know that? Avery would never betray me, she was the only one whom I could trust blindly. He scrutinized me suspiciously so I quickly masked my face with indifference.

“You’re cursed not to have a fated mate,” I countered, taking a step back and putting some distance between us.

My husband ripped my dress and in one second, it was lying on the floor. Apparently, ripping my dresses was his favorite hobby. “These marks are not healed yet because your fated mate was with. his ex when you were planning to move to the Blood Moon pack and you started bleeding because. the pain was too much to bear.”

Every single thing that came out of his mouth was true yet I didn’t have it in me to admit it and hate him for making me suffer. His recklessness could cost the life of our baby.

His eyes

ves wandered over my almost half-n*ked b*dy carnally but his eyes turned soft when his hand caressed the scar above my breast with guilt written all over his face.

“Don’t you dare,” I shrieked, shoving his hand away and turning to leave when he pulled me in his arms from behind and embraced me tightly as if he didn’t want to let me go.

Prescott White, what kind of puzzle you are?

I might never understand you. The moment I start loving you, you make me hate you and the moment I start hating you, you make me again fall for you.

But I was done being a pawn in his game. I wouldn’t let him play with my heart again. I would never forgive him for the pain he caused me and my pup.

I hated myself for liking his filthy touch. I hated the same hands he had touched another woman

with.

“Why did you lie to me. Tila? Why did you make all those fake stories about your second chance

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mate’s death and hide the truth from me?” He asked in an accusing tone yet in a barely audible voice. I could feel his b*dy shivering and his pain through our bond.

Although I was upset and hurt because of him, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for hiding the truth from him. A part of me wanted to blame him for my sufferings while a part of me was feeling guilty for lying to him.

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