Mine: His Caged Princess
Chapter 63

PRESENT

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“Wild…” Tiara looked at him with teary eyes. Wylder took his eyes off her. He had once sworn not to let anyone bring tears to those beautiful green eyes, but he also promised Night that he would use his mind instead of his heart.

Wylder looked at her and didn’t show any emotions, acting like the cruel person that he never was—at least not for her.

Wylder let go of Arabella’s wrist and walked towards his bed, which was covered with red rose petals. He pulled the bedsheet, ruining the whole decoration, and reached near Tiara with the bedsheet, wrapping it around her body. Once he was done, he lifted her in his arms to take her into another room.

Arabella watched them leave and didn’t know whether she should be happy that Wylder didn’t kick her out of the room or cry that he himself had left with his mate from his own bedroom.

She saw Tiara peeking over his shoulder with a smirk on her lips, silently taunting Arabella that Wylder was with her even though she had the room.

Arabella felt like crying, but she used the pain in her heart as fuel for her anger and slammed the door before walking toward the bed.

She didn’t know what kind of person she was before, but one thing was for sure: she couldn’t be a bitch and snatch someone else’s identity as her own. Then why in the hell did she want to have the Alpha for herself?

She gritted her teeth by sitting on the bed, and her fist tightened.

“Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.” She took a deep breath, recalling what had happened earlier.

How the hell did she end up throwing Tiara with so much power? Earlier, she ended up throwing that chair at a person. This was the first time she felt that way. She remembered that she used to feel the same way when someone used to force themselves on her; before that, they used to inject something into her body.

‘Is that you, my wolf?’ She tried to initiate the conversation but didn’t receive any answer in return. ‘If you’re hearing me, then I just want to thank you.’ She added. She ate her medicine and went to the bathroom to empty her bladder.

“That bitch..” Arabella hissed when she saw nail marks on her neck. She washed her face and looked for something that she herself didn’t know. After wiping her face, she applied cream to her face, then her legs and hands.

Little did she know that she was killing time by doing this because she was waiting for Wylder. Not sure that he would return.

“Maybe he will be f*****g her again.” She concluded before retiring for the day and lying on the bed, turning the light off.

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Wylder brought Tiara to the guest room. As much as he was concerned for Tiara, he was getting irritated by her continuous crying.

“Will you please shut up?” He growled at her angrily. “I didn’t know you became a crybaby in a year.” He added. He remembered that Tiara rarely used to cry. The only person who was capable of crying back then was Theodore; otherwise, she hated crying.

“Wild…”

“Shut up. A word from your mouth and I will throw you out of my pack.” Wylder threatened and removed the bedsheet around him to check for any wounds or injuries. Staying anywhere near her was stopping him from using his mind. He only wanted to throw her in bed and f**k her like there was no tomorrow.

“I think my arms are dislocated,” Tiara said, trying not to cry because the last thing she wanted was to stand out from the pack. Wylder didn’t react to that and instead carried her again to take her to the hospital. He had already learned from Breda about what Arabella did in the garden, so he wasn’t surprised or shocked to learn that Arabella threw her with so much force that Tiara ended up dislocating her hand. “Wild… please don’t do this to me. I’m sorry for everything that I did to you, but you’re mine. Don’t give my right to someone else.”

“That woman… she is a bitch, and she wants to trap you in all this baby thing and take my place,” Tiara said, as a single tear rolled her eyes. Wylder ignored it, mustering all the courage in his body.

“Your place? You want to bear my pup?” Wylder asked, and Tiara nodded her head. “Are you sure? Because I will make that happen without marking you.” He warned her, and Tiara’s face paled. At the time of delivery, even males bear the pain through the mate bond so that their mate would have to less bear pain.

Of course, that pain wouldn’t be anywhere near the pain that any female bear, but still, through mate bonding, they could transfer 20–25 percent of the pain.

“I’m a human now.” Tiara reminded him. “There is a big chance that I might die.”

“Then keep your hands to yourself before attacking my breeder,” Wylder commented, hating the fact that she was more worried about her life. He knew Tiara loves her life a lot, but she was ready to give her heart to her mother when she came to know that, out of all the children, her heart perfectly matched hers.

That was a different thing, and Sophia never agreed to it, nor did Brandon. It was true that they were planning to go for a heart transplant if required, but at the cost of their daughter’s life, that was a big no. Hell, Sophia would have happily embraced death rather than put her young daughter’s life at risk, who had her whole life in front of her.

“You have no idea what she said to me,” Tiara complained. “I’m sure you might have heard that too if you had been around.” She added, knowing about his listening power.

“Nothing much. Just last sentence.” Wylder lied. The truth was that he was laughing at how two kittens were fighting for him. To be honest, he wasn’t expecting Arabella to have such a big mouth. She was really a bitch. And Night had a thing for a bitch. He was so proud of her for shutting Tiara’s mouth.

First, Tiara had no right to call her a mistress, so all those words that Arabella said were something that Tiara brought upon herself.

“Wild… You still love me, don’t you?” Tiara asked softly, caressing his cheek.