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Chapter 105
Chapter 105
Chapter 105 Matilda
It wasn’t time to cry like a weakling so | wiped my tears off and headed to the dungeon that was in the forest with Prescott. | was grateful that he was still with me despite me not being able to give him his heir.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
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| didn’t push him away unlike in the past, when I used to shut everyone off and dealt with emotions alone. With time, | learned that pushing him away would only hurt him more because he truly loved me and cared about me. Both of us had learned that from our mistakes.
“| wonder what Riya had to go through because of us,” | sighed, feeling bad for her.
Prescott drew circles on the back of my hand with the pad of his thumb to soothe me. “She helped us willingly because she wanted him dead, too, so don’t feel guilty. We're grateful and will do anything to protect her even if it would be by freeing that bastard and bitch.”
The muscle in his jaw ticked as he walked alongside me. He was restraining himself from killing them. We couldn't kill Dylan but we could use him to get Lola to do the thing we wanted.
Dylan didn’t love her, it was pretty much clear by the look he had passed me last time. If he had loved his mate, he wouldn’t have looked at any other woman, let alone want someone.
“Lola loves Dylan, doesn’t she?” My eyes glinted with mischief as | looked at Prescott who looked baffled so | continued, “Lola doesn’t know that Dylan is my fated mate and she would do anything to get me out of her way because she loves Dylan.”
“What do you mean?” He asked, stopping at the gate of the dungeon.
“Can you go back and let me handle this my way? Because you wouldn't be able to bear it.” | batted my eyelashes to persuade him, knowing him too well. He would not be of any help in my plan, his possessive Alpha side wouldn't let him do that.
“What are you going to do? Just tell me already,” He impatiently implored, his misty grey eyes turned to the darkest shade of the grey as they bore into my lilac orbs.
Letting out a weary sigh, | scowled. “Don’t you trust me, Prescott?” | asked him in a low voice, licking my bottom lip to distract him.
He held my chin and nibbled on my lower lip for a minute before looking into my eyes. “Stop playing games, love. Your little tricks and teasing are sending pleasure rush south but | want to know what you're going to do because | can’t risk your life, | want to make sure that whatever you’re up to, it’s safe for you.”
| pressed my hands against his chest and pouted. “It’s safe for me. It’s just a trap and the game of lies and pretending to make her do what we want.” | dangled my arms around his neck, trying to convince him to leave for my plan to work out by playing cute.
“Ughh. Fine, do whatever you deem fit. Just make sure that you're safe and if anything goes wrong. you better mind link me right away,” he instructed, finally, giving in to my cute tactics. “I will be outside of the dungeon, guarding the door for you.”
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Chapter 103 “Oh, please, baby. You don’t have to be a guard for me,” | scolded him, shaking my head in
disbelief. He could go beyond my imagination to make sure that | was safe. | was grateful to the Goddess for bestowing me such a loving mate. | hoped that | wouldn’t end up hurting him.
“Either I’m coming with you or waiting for you outside the dungeon,” he warned me sternly. leaving no room for arguments.
“Okay. Daddy. Protect your little girl.” | rolled my eyes playfully and my eyes accidentally fell on the bulge in front of his pants which made me smirk.
A low growl emitted from him as he clenched his teeth and ran his hand over his lush ash—brown hair. “Stop fucking teasing me and go before | change my mind.”
| giggled at his reaction, secretly enjoying the effect | had on him. | pecked his cheek and glided my hand down his shirt to run my hand over his hard-rock abs. “Okay, Daddy,” | murmured seductively into his ear before breaking into a run.
Jericho was standing with four men right outside of her cell. They greeted me and | found Lola standing in the dimly lit cell, her breaths shallow and her heart pounding against her chest. Silver chains clinked as she shifted her weight, the metallic sound echoing off the cold, stone walls that confined her.
Her hands were bound tightly with heavy silver chains laced with wolfsbane to weaken her wolf, the links biting into her skin, restricting her movements. Each hand was shackled to a separate wall, forcing her to stand in a position where her arms were stretched up to the opposite sides, her body taut with tension.
“You can go and have your breakfast,” | told them in a stiff voice and they bowed their head before, leaving. Jericho still stood there with his head lowered and facing the opposite wall.
“You should go, too, Jericho.” | smiled at him. | knew that he was trying to protect me but | had to make it look like | was betraying them.
“Are you sure, Luna?” He asked, looking in between Lola and me. | liked being called Luna, it made me feel at home. “Yes, Jer. You should leave now,” | insisted and he left immediately, understanding my cue.
“You want to kill me in private? Don’t want to look all ugly and bloody as you rip my heart out in front of your people, huh?” Lola mocked me though her body seemed feeble.
“| don’t want to kill you, Lola. In fact, | want you alive more than anyone else,” | pouted, putting my hands on my hips. “After all, | would like to see the pain in your eyes and face when your mate would make someone else his Queen.”
“Fuck off, bitch,” Lola barked infuriatedly. “Have you heard that Prescott and | are no longer fated mates? Fiona’s blood was used as an
antidote to save him from the poison Dylan had created and it killed his wolf and our mate bond,” | tsked, my lips breaking into a smile.
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“And why are you happy about that? Don’t you love Prescott?” She quickly pointed out, eyeing me suspiciously.
“| thought so but after the bond was broken, the sparks between us were gone. You know the pull of a mate bond that makes you do anything for your mate.” Which you’re going to do for your mate
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“Anyways, | found my fated mate last night and | think that your mother was right. | should have chosen to be Dylan’s Queen rather than Prescott’s mate who is just an Alpha,” | scoffed, my heart. ached as | badmouthed him but | had to do to make her believe me. “After all, we would make a powerful couple since I’m already the Alpha Queen and he is the Witch King.”
“You're lying. Dylan can’t be your fated mate. He is my fated mate and I’m already his Queen,” she snapped immediately, trying to break free from the chains but hissed in pain as they burned her skin deeper.
“Well, not yet. He refused to accept you as his Queen and your coronation ceremony was going to happen tonight but good for me, both of you are stuck here so forget that. Moon Goddess has blessed him with two mates so who am | to go against her choice?” | shrugged.
“You can’t do this to Prescott. You love him and he fucking loves you, too. Don’t be so selfish and greedy, Matilda,” her voice was pleading though her face was burning red. “His wolf can’t die like that. He must be still under recovery as Dylan’s poisons affect the wolves terribly but he can be awakened tonight. The Red Moon will heal his wolf? Relief flooded over me after hearing her words. | knew that she wouldn't tell me if | had asked her directly so | had to use twisted ways.
“Love is not enough, is it?” | shot back. “If love would have been enough, you wouldn't have left Prescott for Dylan. You and | both know how much he loved you.”
She let out a breath through her mouth as her heart raced in her chest. “I was drawn to Dylan because of the mate bond and couldn’t help but love him anyway. | know that you’re lying to me. You can’t be so cold—hearted to put Prescott through that pain again.”
“Fuck, Prescott. You can keep him,” | flashed a sweet smile at her.
“| have fucking worked so hard to get the position of his Queen. | won't let you snatch it away from me,” Lola barked, her. eyes flashing red.-
| recollected her hushed admission of her desperation to maintain her position upon discovering Mom’s continued existence. | had pinpointed her weak spot and intended to exploit it for my gain.
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