Mated To The Angel Prince

A Bad Twist Of Things

LAYLA'S POV

I wake up feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I did not sleep much last night .One reason being I couldn't stop thinking of what my awful life will end up like after this and two because of the painful sensation in my stomach that strikes every time my stomach rumbles in hunger. I also feel weaker than I did yesterday.

I look at the bread Mia had thrown in my cell last night but it already look soiled. I frown with disgust.

I want to ask Mia if they are going to give us any kind of breakfast but I also don't want to strike a conversation with her again. But it seems like I really didn't have to because I hear her voice clearly the minute I stand.

"Thought I would wake up to no neighbour. But seems they are not in a hurry." She says. Was she waiting for me to wake up just to remind me of what I'm going through?

Should I remind her that we are both locked up in dirty filthy cells with no food awaiting our sentence? But that will strike an argument and since yesterday I have known the girl talks too much. She doesn't filter what comes out of her mouth too. Either she is brutally honest or she doesn't care if what she says hurts me.

There is nothing more scary in this world than not having a clue of what fate has in store for you the next few hours. Knowing that being sentenced to death is also a possibility. And having someone who keeps reminding you of it every second makes it even worse.

I have never been afraid of dying. At least not until now. Probably because I always thought I will grow up, find my mate, live a good life and die peacefully on my death bed due to old age . But it seems life had different plans for me, so mine didn't count.

"Where is your mate?" I hear Mia inquire.

Does she always have to ask questions that I don't want to answer? Or I myself don't have answers to?

"I don't have one." I answer honestly.

"What do you mean by you don't have any? You're over eighteenth years if I am not wrong." She says sounding baffled.

"Just what it sounds like." I answer hoping to sound uninterested in the topic.

How else am I supposed to explain I am over eighteenth and still have got no mate. Life can be so unfair. I didn't know this until I felt what it is like to have no wolf, no mate and be unwanted at the same time by your own family. I wonder what crime I committed to be punished this way.

"Where is yours?" I ask her to avoid getting asked another question I don't have an answer to.

She gets quiet for a moment as if mulling over if she should tell me or not.

"He is dead!" She says not sounding emotional or sympathetic at all.

"What! How?" I question baffled by her answer.

"I killed him! Or at least I hope I did." She answers with no hint of emotion in her voice.

Her confession reminds me of Talia. I wonder if she got her consciousness back. But if she did, then I wouldn't be still here unless she is already dead.

Thinking of Talia not being there anymore makes me feel sick. I would rather hold on to the hope that she is still unconscious. Since there is nothing I can do about it when I am in here I might as well concentrate on the problem at hand.

"Are they going to give us any breakfast?" I change the topic not wanting to talk about the previous one anymore.

"I think you should be more afraid of loosing your head more than your hunger." She says unemotionally.

"I didn't kill anyone. They can't sentence me for a public execution. " I argue not wanting to admit even to myself that there is a chance the Prince will sentence me to death. But who am I kidding, he may just do it to please my step sister.

"Even if they don't execute you, you will not survive in s*****y for long." She argues back.

Slavery? I really hope I heard her wrong. Even if I was the daughter of the Beta of our pack I didn't get to attend any case solving gathering. I was always busy trying to gain back my father's love and trying to fit in where I was never wanted. I am extremely clueless what happens or how judgements are made.

"Wha....what do you mean by s*****y?" I inquire stammering over my question already feeling scared of the answer she will give.

"If you are accused of any less crime apart from murder and you are found guilty, you are made the a slave of the kingdom." Her answer literally makes a tide of fear rush through my body.

"For how long?" I inquire knowing very well I won't like the answer. "For how many years?"

"It all depends on what kind of a crime you have committed." She says and I feel all the hope I had for making something out of my life after all this vanish.

Having no desire to hear more of it I walk slowly back to my safety Conner feeling faint. I have to find a way to convince the prince I didn't do it. I have to let him know I have no wolf and I couldn't have attacked the little Talia. I have to choose life over reputation.

After mulling over my situation for hours I fall into a deep sleep. Only to wake up to a defeaning sound of metal roughly clicking over another, and the realization that it's the guards opening my cell door makes me feel both scared and hopeless.

Three guards step into the tiny room, making it seem too tiny than it seemed earlier. One orders the other two to take me and they both grab me by my arms roughly and start dragging me out without letting me get on my feet.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask hoping that they are taking me before the Prince.

"To your father." One of the guards answers in a not so friendly voice.

"My father? Why my father?" I squeak in confusion.

"Because the Prince decided to give him the mandate to decide your sentence." The same guard answers and I feel my blood ran cold in my veins.

So he decided to please his mate after all. Why can't he order my head cut off himself? I never realized anyone else could be so cruel like my father until now. I hope I will get to see both my sister and her so called mate Prince once more so that I can at least spit on their faces.