Escaping my arranged marriage with Alpha Prescott

Chapter 76

Matilda

| placed my hand on his thigh to calm him down. His

eyes flashed golden, the amber orbs of his wolf surfacing in his misty gray eyes. His Alpha aura rolled off him, making everyone feel choked and submissive.

“It's okay, Prescott,” |-cooed, reaching over to him and holding his hand in mine.

His eyes softened as he looked at me. The pull of mate bond helped me to cool his temper and from his look, | could tell that he felt the same sparks as mine. It was the best feeling in the world and | had waited long enough to feel this, to feel wanted by my mate.

‘Dad hasn't seen his mate for years, let’s not forget how Beatrice betrayed him, hmm?’ | said through the link.

‘| do understand his need to spend some time with his mate but | can’t withstand raising his f ucking voice at you,’ he replied firmly, not backing

off yel

‘To him, I’m his daughter so he thinks that he can scold me. Let’s not make it hard for him and let it slide. Only this once, please, | made a puppy face and batted my eyelashes.

His scowl vanished and his lips curled into a small smile. With that cute smile, you can ask me for anything and | will even give my life within an instant’

| rolled my eyes at his exaggeration though | was pretty sure that my cheeks were flushed. “Stop being dramatic’

“| apologize for my mistake, Alpha Prescott. | forgot that she is no longer my daughter but the Alpha Queen now,” Dad spoke with his head lowered.

“Don't say that, Dad. Please,” | murmured, not liking the sadness and helplessness in his eyes. “I promise you that no one will disturb you in the Silver Claw pack. The palace is not the right place. to live as of now. We can relocate you later but right now, | think, Mom needs a doctor as soon as she wakes up.”

Prescott gave a small squeeze to my elbow before pulling me closer to his chest. “I agree with Tila. Let's head back home,” he said, looking into my eyes deeply.

The way he accentuated home made my heart flutter. | still couldn’t believe that it wasn’t a dream. The Silver Claw pack had been so welcoming to me since the beginning that it didn’t make me miss. my home much but the way their Alpha had carved his imprints on my heart, he had become my very home.

“Yes, let’s go home,” | nodded my head slightly, blinking back the happy tears.

“Excuse me, | need to pack some stuff for me and my mate,” Dad said, leaving the table.

Everyone else ate in silence whilst Prescott fed me with his hands and his friends didn’t leave the chance to tease their Alpha. 64%

Surprisingly, there was still a foreboding feeling clawing at my heart though everything was so perfect. My wolf was perturbed, she was constantly jumping restlessly in the back of my mind.

Prescott reprimanded his Beta and Gam ma for not bringing enough cars. He wanted us to drive alone but they had just two cars and it made my mate upset. | couldn't help but giggle at his childishness. My big bad Alpha was such a softie for me. | had never felt so loved and cared...

| didn’t know why Dad took so long to bring Mom downstairs so | decided to go and help him. When | descended the stairs and reached halfway, | heard the sound of a vase falling to the ground, followed by a growl and a sharp scream from my mother. “Tila,” Prescott’s growl made me turn and | found him galloping toward me.

“Mom,” | whispered, my heart racing in my chest as | assumed the worst thing.

Waves of crippling pain washed over me, sending my legs into a state of trembling weakness and rendering my body numb. My wolf had sensed the dread and the fear of reality stopped me from moving further. | didn’t want to see it...

Prescott grabbed my waist and pulled me in a tight embrace. Without me having to utter a single word, he carried me toward my mother’s room and | saw her head covered in a pool of blood, her body lying lifelessly on the cold floor.

My father stood there, fuming in anger with a cold smirk plastered on his face. The monster in him that | ignored all my life had overpowered him and killed my mother. At that moment, | found no difference between a monster and my father.

“Sheldon,” a deep menacing growl escaped through my mate while my hands shivered, seeing my mother’s lifeless body. She was already so weak that | didn’t expect her wolf to heal her.

Prescott put me down and | crouched, lifting my trembling hand to touch my mother. | hadn’t even met her properly. | couldn’t lose her before even meeting her.....

“Why did you

kill Mom?” | shrieked, looking sharply at my father who had no remorse on his face.

He let out a devilish chuckle, shaking his head vigorously as if | had cracked some joke. “I had to kill her. | couldn’t see her after all these years. She left on her own accord, betraying me to be with that pathetic Witch.”

“What?” It didn’t make sense. Beatrice was mated to a Witch, her story didn’t match my father’s and suddenly, | was feeling lost, not knowing whom to believe and whom not.

“Why did you pretend to care about Camilla earlier, then?” Prescott asked and my father’s face paled. He swallowed hard, inhaling a sharp breath and Prescott didn’t wait for any response, he lunged at him, throwing him against the wall.

The room filled with Prescott’s powerful aura, he didn’t hold himself back and reigned in his aura to make Dad submit. A faint heartbeat fell into my ear and | turned my eyes to my Mom. Her left hand quivered slightly and her bottom lip opened as if she was trying to speak something.

“You can’t be alive, Camilla. You have to die, you f ucking bi tch,” Dad barked, pushing his way against my mate but Prescott was strong enough to hold him back.

“Shut the f uck up. Sheldon, or else | will rip your heart out right now, Prescott threatened him in a chipped tone, keeping him glued to the wall by seizing his throat.

My mother was alive, | murmured to myself before closing my eyes and letting my healing powers seep through my hands to her body. There were so many scars and wounds on her body which | had seen while changing her clothes last night.

It was a dreadful sight to watch. | wondered what kind of ps ycho Dylan was to

torture my mother to that extent. It had brought tears to my eyes when | traced my fingers along her scars. She had faced the worst and as her daughter. | should have protected her from getting hurt now but | failed

her.

My powers didn’t heal her old wounds but the blood stopped gushing out of her head and the scar was already scabbing. Her wolf had reacted to my powers which meant she still had her wolf with her. | had heard how witches snat ched all the powers of a werewolf by killing their wolves with their dark magic and manipulating them with their witchcraft.

“You will pay for this, you f ucking bi tch,” a female voice echoed in the room and | was forcefully repelled by a sudden surge of power.

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