The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya the Author
The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya Chapter 219

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“What’s the matter son, you look like someone pissed in your cereal?” Shit, if Dad is asking me why I look so upset. Everyone must see it, it’s probably written on my face. It must be so obvious to everyone.

Honestly, I was bummed out about not being able to get Ayla her coffee in bed. I have just been so tired lately. But she did not need to blow up on me like that. I apologized the second I opened my eyes. Only to have her scream at me, she never wanted me to make her a coffee again. She took it all out of proportion, I love making her coffee in the morning spending that little moment of quiet before we needed to get out of our bubble. How can she think, it is a bother to me? Does she still not know me better than that? Instead of trying to rip the cabinet door off its hinges to make a point. She could have offered to make me a cup to go.

“Ayla and I fought this morning. I always make her a coffee in bed, I overslept this morning and she was so mad at me for not making her a coffee. I hate to say this about her, but she was so unfair. So yeah I am pissed off and a little hurt.” I confess to my dad, and maybe I shouldn’t, but I need to get it off my chest before this meeting begins.

“I get that, and it sounds like she was in the wrong. She probably will realize that soon. I remember when your mother was pregnant with you. Never tell her I said that, but her hormones had her acting a little crazy every now and then. To her, you not keeping a promise most likely was a big deal.” I love how I can always turn to Dad for advice. Even when I didn’t even realize I needed it.

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When I think about it, I was annoyed when I woke up, so I probably

wasn’t as calm and kind in telling her that I could not make her coffee. As I thought I was, and to be honest snapping like this over something wasn’t like Ayla at all. Not even when she still was too scared to trust me. When she tried to push me away, she would blow up small things. As a way to pinpoint the differences between us. Like she wanted to prove to herself that she was right. That I would never go for a she–wolf like her. Ever since she told me, I had healed her, ever since she told me that I gave her, her faith back when it came to love and mates. We had some small arguments as every couple does. But never that bad anymore, and the fight this morning had been worse. She just cried unwilling or maybe just unable to listen to what I was telling her.

And now I told my pregnant mate that I was hurt by and angry with her. Thinking back I don’t think me telling her I still love her and will meet her for lunch would not help a lot. Fuck, as soon as the meeting is over I need to replace a way to make it up to her.

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Finally, the meeting with the Council of Elders was over. We presented the new laws to them, laws to make sure that there wouldn’t be another pack ruined by their leaders. That no one would have to suffer the same constant fear as the members of the former BloodMoon pack had. We even added in some laws that packs could not cast out members for having a same–sex mate, or for being non–binary. And that both Luna’s and Alpha’s were roles in the pack decided by Blood bonds, family trees, and mate bonds. All things I found incredibly important. Things that made me love being the Crown Prince. Because with laws like these, I felt like I was helping the country change for the better.

Being a good mate to Ayla was far more significant to me though.

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Focussing during the presentation had been incredibly hard. And that was with Dad knowing what was on my mind and picking up some of my slack. I would have drowned in my own thoughts if it had not been for him. Luckily enough it was an online meeting, so I did not have to act politely with the Council of Elders, as soon as they logged off the meeting was over. Normally me and Dad would chat for a little bit.

“Go see your mate and make it up to her” He urged me instead of making. me hang back to chat with him. To be fair I know he would have done the same if Mom was mad with him. It had only happened a few times. from what I can remember. Still, it was clear how much Dad hated it. He would always do something sweet to show her how sorry he was.

As I was walking to my office I was wracking my brains on what I could do to make it up to her. I was going to tell her how sorry I was. That bit was obvious but I knew Ayla deserved more than just my words. She deserved to know how truly sorry I was for treating her like I had. I would just have to explain I was just moody about the entire situation. I was thinking about taking her out for lunch, but both our schedules were jam–packed again so that would be practically impossible.

I could always ask Dillion to come up with ideas, he was a lot more creative than I was. And he was present at the meeting and heard me tell Dad all about the fight. He agreed with the general consensus that Ayla’s hormones had probably made it all feel worse for her than it actually was. I had often fallen back on Dillion’s help with surprising Ayla. Now to make things right with her again though I felt like I should come up with my own idea. She deserved that much.

But when I entered my office, I noticed it smelled like her. It usually does a little bit because she spends time here. As I spend time in her office, anytime we both have to work on the laptops, without any

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meetings. Now the smell was so much stronger like she had just been here. I noticed a white envelope on my keyboard, placed so that I could not miss it. I was sure who left the envelope on my desk.

I just feared what was in it, because the way Dad and Dillion had spoken about pregnancy hormones had led me to believe that anything could be possible when your mate was pregnant and hormonal. And I was scared Ayla might have done something rash because I decided to make the fight even worse by talking to her like I did when I said my goodbye. Slightly nervous I opened the envelope it only had a handwritten letter in it. So I started reading it;

“Griffin,

This morning should have never happened, not the way it did at least. In I want you to know I thought a lot about what happened and what we said. And because of it I no longer want you to pick me up from my office during lunch.

I sighed as I read the letter, but I had to keep on reading.