Mated To The Angel Prince

The Prison

LAYLA'S POV

It has just been a few hours after I was locked in a cell and I already feel sick. The cell is barely six feet by four making stretching a f*****g problem. It is hollow cube of concentrate with no window, no bed, no light and no furniture. Just four walls halfway made of metal rods in a crisscross pattern. Given enough time here one can even forget their name.

I really wish there was at least a blanket or anything that can possibly provide warmth. I am still dressed in my dirty, wet dress and the cold floor aren't helping at all.

There aren't any form of sounds, which makes the t*****e worse. I fix myself at one of the conners and try to close my eyes and get some sleep which turns out impossible due to hunger and cold.

I try to think of anything that will distract me and I unwillingly find myself thinking about the prince magnificent face. He sure is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on. How can someone so physically perfect be paired with someone as selfish as my sister?

But in some way they do match.I have seen him get angry and for sure he did look lethal and scary at some point just like my stepsister.

I even worder why I am thinking of him, the man who had me locked up in this cell with no real, credible evidence that I had committed the crime. Who knew that his perfection could only be skin deep.

For sure isolation has a way of driving someone crazy because why else would I be thinking about the man who could order my head cut off any day for a crime I never committed?

Sudden banging on the metal

bars by who I think are other imates distract me from my thoughts. I can also hear who I think is a guard whistling and the sound keep getting closer and closer. He is probably walking in between the row of the cells. As his voice gets closer I hear banging in my neighbouring cell and I realize there is someone in the neighboring cell as well. I listen more carefully as hear someone pass by my cell without stopping. I immediately stand on my tiptoe and take a look through the metal bars into the next cell.

At first all I can see is pure darkness until my eyes adjust and I see a figure of what I think is a girl about my age holding a piece of bread.

"Hello?!" I call out loud enough to make sure she does hear me.

She doesn't reply as she turns to look into my direction or so I think. Its hard to to see anything in here, but I did see the figure turn.

"Why were you banging?" I ask out loud again hoping this time I'll get an answer.

It takes almost a minute before I get an answer. "For food." she replies in a lower voice.

For food? How great! So one has to bang on the bars so that you can get a piece of bread? I guess then this is another night I am gonna have to go hungry.

Things keeps getting more worse in here. I worder how long I can survive expecially when I got no wolf. I feel like breaking down. But then who cares about my emotions if they don't even care if one goes hungry? I'll have to suck it up for now.

"You're new here?" I hear the girl ask.

"Yeah." I reply no longer feeling thrilled about talking to someone anymore. I will need to preserve my energy.

"Whenever you hear the whistling bang on the door or they will never know your in there and they will just pass your cell." Her statement is followed by the soft landing sound of half piece of a bread on my cell floor. She must have thrown it in through the bars.

I understand that it's impossible to reach out and take anything through the metal bars but how I'm I supposed to eat it after it just landed on my filthy cell floor?

"Thanks!" I reply even if I don't pick it up.

"Your welcome. So who are you?" she asks.

If I tell her my name she might recognize me and start hating me just like everyone else because I'm wolfless and worthless. I guess I'll have to lie for now.

"My name is Mary." I feel a sense of guilt as I lie to her after she has just helped me but what choice do I have?

"My name is Mia. It really does feel great to have a neighbor. It was so boring in here, welcome." Her reply is followed by the sound of her laughing.

Welcome? Is she crazy? I hope not.

I don't reply and everything goes quiet for a moment.

"So what did you do?" She asks rather more loudly than necessary.

"What do you mean by what did I do?" I know exactly what she is talking about but I really don't wish to answer that question.

"Why are you locked in here?" She asks in an impatient voice.

"I'm still waiting on my judgement." I say instead of answering her question.

"By the Prince or the council " She asks now sounding more interested.

"Yes by the prince." I answer in a voice that I hope suggest I don't want to talk about it but it's like the girl doesn't get the hint.

"Oops I thought I had you in here for long.They might decide to excute you publically you know?" She states not sounding bothered by her words at all.

Why couldn't they have put me in a cell next to someone sane at least? The girl has no mouth filters.

"But at least you will get a chance to look at his breathtaking face before he orders that." She says again.

Can't she just stop saying the wrong things? I don't have to be a genius to know she is talking about the Prince and that is the last person I want to think about again. I really hope Talia gets well soon.

I don't reply to her and neither does she talk again.

ROWAN'S POV

Something I can't quite figure out about the girl I asked the guards to lock up during today's party keeps bothering me. She looked too beautiful and innocent for a cold blooded murderer.