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Mated To The Angel Prince Slave world
LAYLA'S POVI sit upright, groaning in pain. I had hit the van's walls several times as it kept rocking like we were traveling on a mountain of gravel. I can tell it's morning not because I am outside but because of the rays of light penetrating through the slim spaces around the metal door. The carriage has stopped too.A sudden loud bang on the door signals that someone is opening it . The noise wakes everyone and they all sit up.Someone pulls the door open letting it smack against the wall while dangling on it's hinges."Everyone out!" The man barks startling all of us. No one dares move out of fear."Are you all deaf?" Another big bald man yells, coming to stand beside the first. He looks scarier, everyone quickly gets to their feet and start to exit the carriage. On wobbly legs I follow behind.A tide of shock runs through my body at the sight of the hell we have been brought to.When I got forced into the carriage to be brought here I didn't know what to expect, but certainl
Last Updated : 2024-12-06Mated To The Angel Prince The place I belong
AVA'S POV I can't help feeling elated as our motorcade passes the majestic and verdant landscape on the way to the royal palace. Yes, the palace! Finally I am going to be where I have always wanted and have everything I have ever craved.I wasn't brought up with a silver spoon in my mouth. Raised in a cramped little house by a single mother, who raised me alone after my father walked out on us the moment I was born , my life hadn't been easy, no one cared if we sank or swam. For years, my mother worked tirelessly in homes and on farms, doing whatever it took to put food on our table. Eventually, she found a better job as a waitress at a local pack club. It was there that she met the Beta of our pack, and soon after, they were engaged.Moving into the Beta’s large house was a relief. At first, he didn’t treat me like his own daughter, but I welcomed the change from our previous struggles. We no longer had to scrape by just to survive.I thought I had everything I needed, until my fri
Last Updated : 2024-12-06Mated To The Angel Prince Narrow escape
Layla's POV"Yes, you murdered a little kid," The man with the mustache hisses, slamming his palm down on the desk. The sound reverberates through me, sending a chill down my spine. "I didn’t kill her! I just hurt her a little." I try to keep my voice steady, but it’s hard when he looks ready to explode."Who cares? She’s dead now, and now I’m the one who’s going to take the loss for it by giving you back." He kicks a nearby chair, and it crashes against the wall. His fists clench tightly, and I can see him struggling to keep his composure."Talia... is... dead?" My voice shakes. I can’t believe it."You knew her name? Pathetic." A whimper slips from my lips."No! If she was dead, I’d be dead too, They wouldn’t sell me," I shout, desperate for him to understand."You will be executed soon enough." Donald snaps stepping out of the shadows of the room. I hadn't realized he was in here too."She died yesterday morning, right after I bought you! The little idiot couldn’t even wait until
Last Updated : 2024-12-08Mated To The Angel Prince Surprise
AVA'S POVToday I wake up to another old maid drawing drapes away from my bedroom windows. The sun beams brightly through the window blurring my vision. I wonder how she got in here. I am so sure I locked the door before going to bed last night.Isn't she supposed to wait until I am awake? But since I arrived here yesterday I have noticed that servants here are being treated with too much respect such that they have the guts to answer back or advice a royal. I swear when I am the queen I'll suck any of them that dares disrespect or one that isn't submissive enough. I stifle a yawn, my eyelids heavy with sleep."Good morning, my lady," the maid mumbles nervously upon realizing I'm awake. She begins tidying up, folding the clothes I wore yesterday and returning scattered items to their rightful places."What's your name?" I ask sweetly, knowing that if I am to thrive in this place I have to pamper someone to be giving me information that I cannot get myself.Maids are often the best sou
Last Updated : 2024-12-09Mated To The Angel Prince Mate!
I need to see his wings for myself. He might be a golden-winged angel, just like Rowan.“Can you fix my hair?” I ask, carefully applying makeup to my face. After a few moments, Jean finishes pinning my hair up. I glance in the mirror and am pleasantly surprised by how elegant the dress looks. I take a moment to admire my reflection. I look stunning. I hope the prince notices too.“You look beautiful, my lady,” Jean says sincerely. I can’t help but smile at her compliment.I’ve started to like her already. She may be older, but unlike the other maid from yesterday, she treats me with respect. I can see her being useful for getting me information too.Feeling satisfied, I step out of the room and go down the stairs, pausing briefly to check on my mate’s quaters as I pass. I make my way toward the royal dining hall when I spot two maids walking in the opposite direction, carrying fabrics for decorations. They’re probably preparing for the party Jean mentioned, the one the king is hosting
Last Updated : 2024-12-09Mated To The Angel Prince The New Angel
AVA'S POVI have never thought that I will ever find myself in the middle of a situation that I will be incapable of coping with in my life.My shoulders slump, the excitement I had slowly trickles out of my heart. The sweet scent that had filled my heart with warmth and hope a few minutes ago now smells like something foul and disheartening.It is not just the realization that the sweet smell that is hitting my nose isn't emitting from the man I value the most and has planned my whole future with that has rendered me immobile at the center of the hallway. The realization that the new angel may be my real mate makes anger and distress settle deep into my bonesThe first thing I think of is turning and running out to find somewhere I can cry my heart out freely without a hundred of eyes watching me.But the prince is a few steps away from me and running out would be more than embarrassing. Probably the crowd will think I am running mad. I try to force a smile on my lips hopping it will
Last Updated : 2024-12-09Mated To The Angel Prince A little Hell
LAYLA'S POVThere is a sudden rumble and the door to the room cracks open. The Donald guy from yesterday strolls in, escorting two servants into the room.They are carrying bowls which I am sure are filled with the same soup from yesterday. It tasted horrible but again why would anyone waste their resources and their precious time making a decent meal for slaves."Everyone up!" Donald shouts. I detect a hint of anger in his voice. Is he still mad over what happened yesterday with his boss? Of course he must be and I am sure I am in his shit list for it. Those who were still asleep sits up from their sleeping positions.The servants starts handing over the bows filled with Little soup. I take mine and Mia's. It smells horrible just like the one they had fed us yesterday."You better get used to that princess. It's going to be your everyday meal." Donald smirks when one of the girls makes a face at the bow of the soup she has been given. I take a few spoons and hand the bow back. Ten m
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Mated To The Angel Prince Jonathan
LAYLA'S POVThe carriages comes to a halt before the grand entrance and we walk slower to watch. The doors swing open and two men clad in guard uniforms leap down. They are followed by a towering figure draped in opulent garments that scream nobility. He appears young, perhaps in his early to mid-twenties, but his presence radiates authority and power. “He’s dressed too finely for a slave buyer. He must be royalty.” I whisper to MiaMia nods, her gaze fixed on the huge man. “Definitely a royal or someone close to one,” she murmurs.We watch as the man with the mustache approaches, his gait forced and exaggerated, with Donald coming from the field. A wide, strained smile stretches across his wrinkled face. “Sir Jonathan! What an honor it is to have you here unexpectedly,” The moustache man exclaims, his voice taut with tension as he extends a hand for a shake. It's funny how humble the inhumane idiot can be when faced by a more powerful person. "Where is Prince William? We haven’t
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LAYLA'S POV"Why am I having this feeling that this deal is not working in my favor at all?" We hear the boss' s voice complain as Donald opens the door to usher us into the office. He goes ahead of us to join his boss on the other side of the room.Jonathan leans against the wall looking pissed as hell. His eyes snap to me the moment the door clicks shut behind us and a fresh wave of panic hits me as I feel his gaze flit over my face. I really hope he will not recognize me."Why don't you just take all the healthy ones?" The boss bargains making Jonathan shift his attention from me of which I am very grateful. "Are you warry of doing business with me?" Donald leans and whispers something into his boss ear. His boss nods his glum expression easing."What about you take the others at that price. But you leave her with us." The boss says pointing his finger at me. I thought he and Donald wanted me gone as quickly as possible.Why change his mind all over a sudden. I am well aware non
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LAYLA'S POVThe carriages comes to a halt before the grand entrance and we walk slower to watch. The doors swing open and two men clad in guard uniforms leap down. They are followed by a towering figure draped in opulent garments that scream nobility. He appears young, perhaps in his early to mid-twenties, but his presence radiates authority and power. “He’s dressed too finely for a slave buyer. He must be royalty.” I whisper to MiaMia nods, her gaze fixed on the huge man. “Definitely a royal or someone close to one,” she murmurs.We watch as the man with the mustache approaches, his gait forced and exaggerated, with Donald coming from the field. A wide, strained smile stretches across his wrinkled face. “Sir Jonathan! What an honor it is to have you here unexpectedly,” The moustache man exclaims, his voice taut with tension as he extends a hand for a shake. It's funny how humble the inhumane idiot can be when faced by a more powerful person. "Where is Prince William? We haven’t
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