Escaping my arranged marriage with Alpha Prescott

Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Matilda

“I, Matilda Spencer White, Alpha Queen, and Luna of the Silver Claw pack reject you as my mate,” | said in a stiff voice, looking at him with a blank expression on my face.

He didn’t respond for a minute, he seemed rather appalled by my blunt rejection. If he had assumed that | would accept him, he was living in a delusion. After a while, he let out a low chuckle, his voice and gaze creeping me out.

“What makes you think that | will accept your rejection?” Dylan’s lips curved into a contemptuous smirk as he spoke in a low voice.

Despite being weak, his malice was still as same as the day he had come to abduct me. His body was showing no sign of weakness though he hadn't eaten anything for a week. Surely his voice and strength were affected, his eyes seemed tired as he stared at me with his half-closed eyes but his body didn’t seem affected by the hunger.

“You don’t have a choice,” | muttered through gritted teeth, restraining myself from smacking his face against those bars. “Accept my rejection or | will have to force you to fucking accept it.”

He let out another chuckle and shook his head, looking at me mockingly with his brown eyes. “If you could force me, you would have done it the day you found out my mate.”

“Won't you reject her for me, love?” Lola’s voice made me tilt my head in her direction. She strolled toward his cell with a smirk on her face.

Dylan’s smile vanished as his eyes locked with Lola. The color drained his face and his jaw dropped to the floor. | didn’t expect him to be scared to see Lola as he was stronger than her but my wolf was wagging its tail with joy after seeing that bastard shocked.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Dylan barked. “See, | told you that she isn’t good for you,” Fiona sighed, rolling her eyes. “Caleb, | don’t want to hear her voice so please,” | motioned my Beta to go to that

bitch. | wasn’t sure why we had kept her alive but Owen had asked not to kill her so | had to oblige as | didn’t want to disrespect him.

“Sure, Luna,” Caleb bowed and gagged her mouth with duct tape. Fiona shook her head as her hands were already tied with silver chains.

“Well, | came to find you here but then, | found out that you have two mates and you have no intention of rejecting the mate you have forced a bond with your dark magic, | decided to reject you,” Lola said dramatically with a pout and tsked, “Poor Witch King. No one is here to save you.”

The muscles in his jaw ticked as he clenched his jaw. He was seething in anger, shooting daggers at Lola who was batting her eyelashes innocently. | was skeptical about letting her meet Dylan but | had to trust her if | wanted Dylan to accept my rejection.

“Your magic won't work here either so you can’t compel me to accept her rejection if that’s what you intend to do,” Dylan smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

Lola snorted and rolled her eyes. “You never took me seriously, did you?” She snapped her fingers and two High Witches entered inside. “I’m smarter than you gave me credit for. | know that you have manipulated me and compelled me to use dark magic so I’m not a pure soul but they are,” she pointed her finger at the High Witches who had crossed their arms and gaping at their King disdainfully.

“You love me, Lola. You can’t do this to me,” he whined, getting up and coming closer. “I’m the love of your life, Lola. You should help me get out of this shithole.”

Lola tossed her hair back with sass and smiled sweetly at her mate. “Then, why don’t you accept her rejection and make me your only Queen?”

My heart skipped a beat after hearing her words. Would she really go back to him and become his puppet again if he accepted my rejection and pretended to love her just for the sake of using her again? Lola couldn't be that stupid after being used by him for years, could she?

“You will be my only Queen. You know why | did that, babe, don’t you?” Dylan flashed a small smile at her, trying to win her trust.

“| know,” she shrugged. “You forged the bond by using the blood | brought for you to make her your slave and use that bond to break her.”

“Yes, yes, babe. Exactly. | have no intention of making her my Queen. It’s only you,” Dylan desperately spoke and heaved a sigh of relief.

‘He is just trying to manipulate you again, Lola. Don’t trust him," | told her through: the link.

‘Don’t worry, Matilda. Rest assured. | have brought High Witches with me for reason,’ she assured me and | nodded my head at her.

Her being a hybrid came in handy in that circumstance.

“| had to come here, disguising myself as the Alpha Sheldon to kill Camilla to prove to be worthy of your Queen. Won't you do the same for me, love?” Lola stood closer to the cell as he gripped the bars.

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She adoringly cupped his cheeks and he held her hands before kissing her hands. “What do you want me to do to prove that you're the only woman | love and want?” He sounded so sincere that for a moment, even | forgot that he was just pretending.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Accept her rejection and prove that you love me,” Lola smiled sweetly at him and held his hands in hers. “You know, how much | love you, right?”

Dylan nodded his head, smiling down at her. “Anything for you, love.”

“|, Dylan Kane, the Witch King, accept your rejection,” he said firmly, boring his

into mine irately.

red eyes

Surprisingly, | didn’t feel pain at all. Perhaps it was due to the fake mate bond but he clutched his chest and groaned in pain. My wolf was ecstatic; finally, free from that fucking bond.

Lola grabbed that opportunity and motioned the High Witches to come over there. “Start,” she demanded with a face devoid of any emotion.

The High Witches started chanting a spell and at the same time, Lola took a step backward. “I, Lola Kane, reject you as my mate and King.”

Dylan dropped to his knees and muttered, “I, Dylan Kane, the Witch King, accept your rejection.” | wondered how he didn’t protest this time and simply obeyed her.

‘| had asked High Witches to use the spell to force him to accept my rejection but | had to play a little to convince him to accept your rejection first,’ Lola explained. She must have noticed my confusion.

“You fucking bitch,” Dylan spat as soon as the spell’s effect was withdrawn.

“Aww, baby. You took it personally,” Lola tsked before turning her expression stoic. “Did you ever bother to care about how | felt when you fucked those whores and told me that you could do as you pleased just because you were the King and you had the powers? But the time has reversed now and you have lost your powers here so you're trying to play nice and make me believe that you love me?”

She scoffed and continued, “Had you loved me, you wouldn’t have used me but | was too stupid and blindly in love with you to see that you’re just using me. I’m so fucking done with you, asshole. I'll be the happiest when | will watch you die.”

The anger simmered in Dylan's eyes, turning them a fiery shade of red as glared at her frenziedly.