Escaping my arranged marriage with Alpha Prescott

Chapter 113

Matilda

| sighed and leaned into his chest to let his earthy oak scent soothe me. My heart thundered against my ribcage, afraid of what that devil might do to my father.

“Don't worry, baby. | will find out if he is lying or speaking the truth. Let me call-” Prescott said but | shook my head and he stopped.

“| know that he wasn’t lying. | lied to buy some time to think about what we could do to get Dad. Had he seen me panicked and worried, he would have threatened me more but now that he knows that | don’t trust him, he will focus on making me trust him rather than hurting Dad and using him to get Dylan and Lola,” | explained the reason behind my actions.

He nodded his head and cupped my cheeks, melting me under his soothing touch and a soft so b escaped my lips. “What will we do now? | can’t lose Dad. | harbored anger and hatred toward him for his abandonment, oblivious to the fact that Dylan ensnared him.”

| admitted in a shaky voice as tears continued strolling down my face. My heart was getting heavy with guilt and fear twisted in my gut as his exhausted wrinkled and pained face flashed across my eyes. His petite scared frame haunted me.

Dad was in his absolute worst state and Dominic didn’t seem any less cruel than Dylan.

“He will be fine. We have Dylan so Dominic wouldn’t dare hurt your Dad anymore. You did the right thing, Tila. I’m so proud of you for being strong and not losing your s hit like me even in such a situation,” Prescott’s words brought me out of my reverie and the Dad’s image in that f ucking cell vanished from my eyes.

“No, Dominic will not stop until he gets his King and Queen.” | pulled myself away from his chest, rising to my feet and wiping my tears off. “Lola is his daughter and Queen. He must listen to her.” | turned and headed to the dungeon in the forest.

| mind-linked Mom and told her about Dad. Even though it would make her worried, | couldn’t help but inform her about Dad because she was dying to hear about Dad. She had never told me but | had seen it in her eyes whenever she would stare at Dad's picture and miss him whenever she found any couple.

“Do you trust Lola?” Prescott asked, following me.

“No, | don’t but we don’t have any other choice,” told him and sighed helplessly. He took my hand in his and stroked it soothingly before pecking a kiss on it.

| was missing the mate bond sparks and it reminded me of Dylan. | was yet to reject that f ucking b astar d. Riya had suggested that | reject him now since he would be weak, | could force him to accept my rejection,

“Please, give me water,” Lola begged as soon as she saw me. Her eyes threatened to shut as she stood there with her hands still tied to either side of the wall. Her knees had already given in, only her hands had kept her standing.

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07:26 Sat, 9 Mar

“Why didn’t you tell me my father is in Dylan’s cell?” | growled, restraining my fiery aura from burning everything down.

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My fiery aura was capable of burning the whole da mn place but | resisted the urge to burn her alive as hunters did whenever they encountered any witches.

“| di...didn’t know myself,” her voice was barely audible as she spoke through half-closed eyes. “Ple-

eyes. please, wa-water.”

“Jericho, bring her water,” Prescott ordered his Gam ma who was appalled to see us there.

“Alpha, | don’t think-” Jericho opened his mouth but shut it and bowed his head in submission as Prescott glared at him. He soon returned with a glass of water while | mind-linked an omega to bring food there from the kitchen.

“Thank you,” she whispered after having some water. | asked Jericho to remove the shackles from her wrists and he silently obeyed.

“| don’t deserve this kindness from you guys after what | have done but I’m grateful,” Lola admitted weakly, sitting in the chair after | motioned her to sit down.

“Everything comes at a price, Lola. You will have to call your father and ask him to free my Dad,” | told her in a stiff voice and saw her swallowing hard as she locked her gaze with mine.

“|....... don’t share a good bond with my father. He hates us,” Lola said timidly, her eyes brimming with tears as she continued, “He never accepted us. Mom spent her entire life in the hope of being seen and loved by him and | was going to do the same for Dylan but thanks to you, | realized that he is not worth my love.”

Her words shook the core of my being but a part of me was skeptical. | couldn’t trust her that easily, she might be lying to us and those crocodile tears might be just a show to make us fall for it.

‘She can't be lying after everything that has happened. Her eyes hold so much hate for Dylan,’ Prescott told me through the link, noticing my hesitation.

The way she had spat Dylan’s name, it was clear that given a choice, she would kill him herself. Maybe | needed to let go of the fear of betrayal and give her a chance. She deserved it after being proved innocent by Riya.

“If | talked to him, he would start blaming me and tell me why | didn’t deserve to become the Queen because he would be angry after being fooled by us and letting Riya go,” Lola said, turning our attention back to her.

“What should we do, then?” Prescott asked, rubbing his chin slowly.

“Besides Dominic, no one in the palace is loyal to Dylan. Everyone is afraid of him but no one truly respects him or even likes him as the King. They would be glad and relieved if they knew that Dylan would never return,” she uttered in a low voice, her body still feeble from the starvation.

Her body wasn’t as weak as Dylan’s who wasn’t even able to move anymore as Caleb had reported. | wondered why she seemed stronger than Dylan when he was the strongest witch alive.

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07:26 Sat, 9 Mar

“Are you suggesting that we tell your father that we have no intention of sending Dylan and you back when he has asked for both of your returns in exchange for freeing my Dad?” | crossed my arms and watched her

eyes widen.

“He asked for my return, too?” She asked, almost in disbelief.

| nodded my head and her lips curled up in a smile.

“It seems like you’re changing your mind and want to side with them after knowing that you're wanted by your father,” Prescott spoke, reading my mind and | regretted sharing that information with her.

“You have no idea what it’s like to be deprived of a father’s love, especially when it’s the one thing you've yearned for your entire life,” her eyes flashed red as she narrowed her eyes at us. “Yes, | want to meet him and ask him why he never accepted us. What did we do to deserve his hate? He used my Mom to get back at the Alpha King. He practically used his mate to serve his f ucking King and then, he turned a blind eye to us.”

“What makes you think that | will let you go to him?” | muttered through gritted teeth. She had to come back to her senses if she was daydreaming about leaving from here to get her answers and free my Dad because | would never agree to that.

“| beg you, Matilda. Please, let me go for just one day and | promise you that | will return with your Dad,” she pleaded, dropping to her knees.

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