The Alpha Prince's Forbidden Mate

Mate

LAILA’S POV

I had been here for almost a month and I hadn’t seen the man that had bought me. I didn’t have a problem with him not coming to see me or allocating duties for me but what I hated was the fact that I was being kept here against my own will and for no apparent reason. It was evident to me to know that there was no reason for me to be here. I was being kept in my room, and I wasn’t allowed to leave the room, I was being treated as if I was his dirty little secret.

Being in this room and doing nothing was not only frustrating me, but it was making me angry. I was being treated like a prisoner, I wasn’t allowed to leave the room, and I didn’t he any kind of contact with anyone else who lived in the mansion. The ladies that had visited me when I first got here hadn’t come back, and at first, I was glad about that, but I soon wished they would just pay me a visit.

I made up my mind that the next time I was going to be served food I was going to demand that I see Mr Jackson if not I was going to force my way out of the room and go to demand that he releases me. He clearly didn’t need me here, and whatever he had going on with my father had absolutely bathing to do with me. I don’t know how many times I rehearsed what I was going to say to him when I saw him but I knew that I was going to run out of words to say once I was face to face with him.

I figured forcing my way out of the room would be easy for me to do because the lady that often served me the food was smaller figured than I was. There was just no way flat she was going to be able to overpower me. I waited anxiously on the bed for her to come and give me my food.

“Good evening…I came to give you your dinner” she said cheerfully as she set the tray of food on the bed. I looked over at the open door and got ready for my escape.

“Thank you,” I said as I casually positioned myself.

“When can I see Mr Jackson?” I asked her.

“Mr. Jackson?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“Oh you mean the alpha” she scoffed.

“Well, you will see him when he asks for you. You can't just rock up on his side of the mansion, you know” she said, and I sighed, j knew she would say something like that, and that was the reason why escaping was my only option.

“Why does he stay in a separate place anyway?” I asked her

“Oh, he stays in the mansion. He just stays on the east side “ she said, and that was all that I needed to know.

I sprinted out of the room and made my way to the east side of the mansion. I wasn’t sure of where I would find him, and I figured there would be a lot of rooms there, but I didn’t care. I just needed to see him so that I could reason with him and make him see that he had to release me. I started checking door by door as I went through the mansion, hoping that one of these rooms had him inside.

I finally stumbled upon what I thought was his room, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to go inside and see inside. Another reason why I wanted to go in there was because I was afraid that I was about to get caught. The room was fit for a king. It had a mirrored ceiling and a round bed that was big enough to fit five people. I wondered why he would need such a huge bed. It was probably because he was promiscuous, and he probably spent most nights with his wives.

This was the only thing that made sense to me. Why else would anyone need a huge bed like this? He wasn’t in his room, so I headed to the next one. The next one was an office that seemed to have a small storage room inside. I started looking around the elegantly designed room and admiring the sweet scent that was all over the room. He was probably in here. I was irritated by the fact that I felt such a strong attraction towards him even before I met him.

“Who is that?” a sexy deep voice asked from inside the storage room.

“It’s me….Laila…” I said nervously, and the shuffling of papers suddenly stopped, and I heard footsteps slowly make their way out of the storage room. I didn’t know where to look, I was scared. I turned my back on the storage room door so that I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye when I spoke to him. I was already intimidated before I even saw him, and I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I looked him in the eye. I was probably going to end up urinating myself and end up embarrassing myself even more.

What if he kicked me out or killed me right now? I remembered the warning that my father had given me, and that made me panic even more.

The footsteps suddenly came to a halt, and I could feel his breath on my neck as he stood behind me. The hairs at the back of my neck stood, and my knees were starting to fail me. What the f**k was wrong with me….having money didn’t make him scary, he was still ordinary…

“Mate…” he whispered in my ear cutting through my thoughts and making me lose my mind in an instant.