The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya

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This week has flown by. Of course, Jessa answered my call. From a lovely cabin in the woods where she sat in front of the fireplace. Seeing how happy she was, how beautiful her mate-moon cabin was. Made me feel so happy for her. She was living the life we had both always wanted. Jessa was convinced I would be able to live that life too if I just gave Griffin a chance. Gerarld butted in that Griffin was smitten with me, that he would be honored to call me his Luna.
Lina explained that the Moon Goddess never took our free will away. If she would there never would be rogues. Alpha abusing their power etcetera. Rejecting your mate was the same. It did not mean that the Moon Goddess made a mistake. It meant that one or both mates did not appreciate her gifts.
“That’s what your mate is Ayla, a gift from the Moon Goddess” I could still hear Aunt Lina practically scold me.
All the information and opinions I had gotten pointed to the same thing. They all confirmed what I was feeling on our weekend together. Griffin might just be worth the risk. His mother had sent me a letter she was elated to finally meet me. She had written her number down in the letter saying I could always contact her if I had any questions about what to expect at the castle. Which I found both weird and endearing.
Today I woke up excited to see Griffin again, I had already packed an overnight back. And I decided to take my father’s credit card with him to get a suitable dress for the party. I would still pay him back but I knew he wouldn’t mind. He probably wouldn’t even want me to pay him back. I loved being independent thought. That’s why I rather borrowed money from my parents. Then have Griffin buy me another expensive gift. Or lent me money but that would be unlikely he would
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Ayia 30
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tell me to just get the dress and pay me back if I decided to break up with him. I still wanted his opinion on my dress though. Not as much because I wanted him to think I looked good. Even if the idea of Griffin being in awe of how I look was oddly pleasing. What mattered most to me was that he knew what kind of dress would be suitable.
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Four hours later I was reshelving some books when my co-worker came running up to me smiling. Gushing over how special I must be to Griffin. How jealous she was I had a mate this generous. I sensed something was wrong, he must have done something bad. Something he would think was cute but I hated. And he did, in front of the library were two cars a Hu mmer and a Porsche with royal drivers standing next to each one. This man had bought me a Porsche as I got told that the Hu mmer is part of the royal fleet. And the only reason there are two drivers here now is because they are going to head home.
There are another two hours left to my workday and I am so livid I cannot even text Griffin. I was scared this was going to happen. He thinks he can buy me affection if he had told me that he was going to buy me a freaking car and a Porsche at that. I would have told him no. He knows I would that’s why he never told me. About an hour in I tell him I have half a mind of not coming over. And I wish I could. That I could just sk ip out on this weekend and never see him again. Willow whines at the idea of not seeing our mate ever again.
But he isn’t the type of mate I wanted. If a mate is a gift by the Moon Goddess she might not make mistakes. Not all gifts are equal, some are a perfect fit and others are cute but will end up somewhere in a closet. What I want is a mate who appreciates the little things. I don’t want, need, or do big romantic gestures. Often when Mom packed Dad a lunch she put in a cute little note. On his days off Dad cooked Mom her favorite meal, or he would pick her up from work. Sometimes to take her out on a date afterward. Other times he would bring all of us. Because they both loved just spending time as a family. Back when I
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still believed in mates being our soulmates, in this blinding love that would sweep you off your feet that was the kind of love I imagined. That was the future I looked forward to having. As my friend David was like that. He would always cheer me up, and bring me back my favorite donuts if he had to leave the backgrounds little things like that. Unfortunately, half the royal family is eagerly awaiting my arrival tonight.
No matter what happens between me and Griffin, it would be rude to just cancel. And pis sing off the Royal family isn’t smart. Still annoyed I throw my overnight bag in the trunk of the car. Sad and irritated at the memory of how excited I was to spend another weekend with Griffin only hours ago. Blasting some music I start driving, never stopping. Not to get gas, not to have a snack or drink and certainly not to text Griffin back who has been blowing up my phone. He knows when I am set to arrive so he just has to wait and see if I will arrive. Maybe it’s mean but I enjoy the fact that I will arrive about thirty minutes earlier than he told me I would arrive. Thinking back I should have known flying wouldn’t take as long as driving over does. But what do I know I had never flown in a private jet before, I just figured getting to the airport, the flight and then traveling to the castle would make up for the longer travel time.
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Exactly four hours later I arrive at the castle, to my surprise Griffin is waiting for me. Looking solemn. Good, he feels bad for what he has done. But he has me wondering if he put a tracker on the car seeing as he knew exactly when I arrived. I would have to ask him about that later today. First things first though, he needed to feel just how angry I was with him. He also needed to know I was here to fulfill my promise to his family. How if it hadn’t been for them I would have sk ip ped on coming over.