Escaping my arranged marriage with Alpha Prescott

Chapter 72

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My heart bore the weight of culpability because | wasn’t able to reciprocate the love and enthusiasm he was showing after what happened that night. Everyone around me was trying their best to cheer me up but | wasn’t able to move on from the pain. It felt like the pain had turned into an ugly scar that | would have to carry for a lifetime.

Prescott was trying his best to treat me like a Queen. | was living my dream life with my mate, his amazing pack members who had become my friends, and my little sister.

He had sensed my fear for Avery so without even me having to say it, he had her move to our floor, the room next to ours, and even appointed two guards outside her room. Owen had left without telling anyone anything and that was normal according to Alpha Mason as he told us that Owen never came or left with a warning.

| wondered what my mother would be doing right now. How she had lived so far amongst the enemies. | wanted to find her and meet her but Prescott wanted us to be rational. He wanted us to avoid taking any irrational action which we might regret later. My mate was trying his best to find the whereabouts of my mother. He was using the connections of his human world to try to find the location of Dylan’s coven. We had tried probing Beatrice but she didn’t know either.

Apparently, Lola was my cousin which was an ultimate shock for me when Prescott told me the truth he found later from his father. | was glad to know that Prescott had gotten rid of her. It made sense why my command didn’t work for her.

She was a hybrid and being a witch, she wasn’t obliged to obey me and had the perks of using telepathy.

“Hello, sunshine,” Prescott chirped, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” | pointed out, turning in his embrace and kissing his lips. He was stunned to see me smiling and kissing him but didn’t react to it. Instead, he started kissing me back passionately and | dangled my arms around his neck. The enticing sparks twirled via the mate bond, coursing through my entire body. His soothing touch was healing the wounds on my soul and I thanked the Goddess for blessing me with such a fated mate who loved me and cherished me more than | could ever ask for.

| should have told him about our mate bond earlier, it would have saved both of us the heartache and suffering. | was so stu pid to think that he would abandon me or use me if he ever found out the

truth.

After breaking the kiss, he pulled me away to make me look into his gray orbs. “I have come up with a plan to find your Mom.” “Really?” | squealed, not expecting him to find a way that soon.

“Yes, love. Do you remember the rogue we found and then, | convinced him to work for me?” He

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asked, his eyes holding a hint of mischief.

“Ken?” | asked, remembering his small frame vaguely.

“Yes. He has informed that Lola is Dylan’s mate and his rogue Alpha is invited to their crowning ceremony,” Prescott revealed and a smirk formed on his lips. “Luckily, Ken is also going with his Alpha as he has been appointed as the new Beta after his previous Beta got killed in an attack.”

“Will he try to find my mother?” | eagerly asked, the hope of having news of her awakened in my heart and it gave me purpose to get back to my old self.

My mate smiled and nodded his head. “I have sent him the picture of Beatrice since | didn’t have one of your mother and my father told me that they both looked the same. It was impossible to tell them apart.

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“We're going to go there, too, my love,” he winked, and an invisible burden dissipated from my chest.

Lola

The dream | had harbored for a lifetime was coming true and | couldn’t believe that Dylan had finally accepted me. Last night, he took me on a date to one of the restaurants he owned. Not only that, he had planned the whole night and surprised me with the most romantic proposal.

“You're looking gorgeous,” Stella flashed a smile at me. “The hottest bride in the history.”

| giggled, staring at my reflection in the mirror. | was going to become the Witch Queen tonight. Had my Mom been here, she would be on the ninth cloud. It was her lifelong dream to see me become the Queen. The dream that she couldn’t fulfill for herself.

My eyes glistened as | missed her. | rubbed the diamond of my necklace to reach out to her but it didn’t tw inkle which meant that she still didn’t have her crystal. | had gotten the news of her being held as a captive in the Silver Claw pack but | had anticipated that Mom would be able to break free from there.

“I'm here for you, bestie.” Her arms folded around me in a tender hold. “I know that you’re missing your mother but don’t you worry. After your coronation ceremony, Dylan will rescue your mother for you.”

Stella was my mate’s sister and my only best friend. Without her help, | wouldn’t have been able to survive amongst the witches as they despised the hybrids the most and called them impure breeds.

| had suffered a lot because of my identity. The coven didn’t accept me and my mate refused to acknowledge the mate bond between us. Dylan didn’t accept me until last month when he asked me to go back to my old pack and pass the pack’s information to him.

It was my only chance to prove my worth to him and thankfully, | had completed my task till | got kicked out of the pack. Poor Prescott didn’t even know that he never loved me, it was my witch. powers which compelled him to fall for me..

you.

“Let's stop getting sendifiental or we will ruin our makeup on this big day,” she kissed my cheek. “I have come to take you there.” “Dad wouldn’t come to walk me down the aisle?” My voice broke as | concealed my pain. He loathed me. He hated my Mom, too, because she gave me birth without his knowledge.

Stella shook her head, suppressing her lips hard. | forced a smile on my face and took her hand. “You're a more deserving person than him. After all, he never gave me the love and warmth of a father so why fake it in front of everyone?”

“Well, I'm honored and flattered to walk my Queen down the aisle,” she said excitedly and | gladly took her hand. She covered my head with the black veil. Dylan wanted a gothic vibe for our wedding day so instead of red, black was our theme.

| was wearing a black gown with golden lace around the borders and a golden silk bow in the front. The sweetheart neckline of the dress accentuated my cleavage while the rest of the dress hugged my curves perfectly, making me look se xy and hot as my mate preferred.

The palace in which our wedding and crowning ceremony was held was decorated with black, golden, and red roses. | could smell the fresh fragrance of roses as | descended the stairs alongside Stella.

Royalty seeped from the palace, it looked like a bride itself. The diamond chandelier was hanging in the middle of the hall and beneath it, two adjoined thrones were situated. Dylan stood there with

a smile on his face.

His eyes flashed red as they skimmed over my dress. “You're looking lovely, baby,” he whispered after taking my hand from Stella and thanking her.

“Let's begin the ceremony,” the first-in-command of the King announced, garnering everyone's attention. He looked at me indifferently, his eyes as cold as ever and | couldn’t believe that he was my father.

Dylan chanted a foreign spell and a fire emerged in the middle. “Bring the sacrifice,” he demanded and a rogue was brought by his men.

“Ken, have you met Camilla or should | call her here?” My mate smirked and that was the moment | realized that Ken was going to be the sacrifice for tonight’s occasion..