Prisoner To My Mate
orry about. Now, why did you come to look for me?"
. I need to call my Mom," I say, rememb
he says, handing me her p
I was worried he might've told everyone not to give me access to their phones. I guess he's not as bright a
ickly dialing Mom's number. It rings
me, Ana. How
you? How are you? I hope y
m not harmed or in
id you're in our Alpha King's territory. How did y
and brought me back to his territory. About when I'm coming back, I don't kn
fine? And why wouldn't the Alpha King let you to com
bout coming home and the Alpha King..." I hesitate because once I
t say anything for a good minute before asking me t
ected him as
rn to pause be
say, waiting for
important it is for
him for my own safety. I've been here for a month, and nothi
It's better you don't k
hy he's dangerous to me." I don't want to fight with her,
't tel
won't
ell you to do something, you should do
of this phone needs it back." I lie becau
ion another time. Goodbye, my dear.
you too," I say an
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reject your mate because of the Alph
told me to reject my ma
ts you to reject your mat
n I call so
es
I'd found my mate. She even thought we'd completed the mating process and got sad to find out we haven't. She
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show to watch. We're watching the Gossip Girl reboot, and it's incredible. As we're watchi
anding in the living room. Now, I understand where the emotion is coming from. He
arks. Charlotte quickly bows
down, but I hold myself back. I have heard of how a mate's to
ve you the phone?" he asks. I wonder how he found out. I'm relieved Charlotte
ust any Alpha to my wolf. He's our equal. So his
about." I say, looking at the grou
king about?" he says. He's g
tte 's phone to speak to my Mom. That will get
My heart rate increases with him close. That's not good, it'll give me away. I try to steady my heartbeat, but it
out,'
not th
urface; let me out. I
t true,' I
know Eva isn't lying. His beautiful blue eyes are replaced with
t him. I have heard of how the wolf of an Alpha is the harde
he growls
wolf on the loose. He might be our mate, but they can
on't know whose phone I used. I went i
ther, I don't want to think about what he'd do
to communicate with any
eeded to spea
closer to me with every word he says, growling in my
e contact with him. He uses his hands to massage his temples
e? Is it so hard to listen to me?" he asks in
't understand why he's so angry. I'm on the verge of tears. Why is my mate al
tiny teardrops fal
y face, but he pulls away before I can enjoy the feeling of his contact. The second his hands drop, he disappears from my line of vision. I fall to the ground and start crying. Why does every conversat