Escaping my arranged marriage with Alpha Prescott

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Gabriel

Phoebe wanted Prescott and | wanted Matilda so we both joined hands to break them apart. | didn’t trust her completely because she was a stranger and might throw me after using me for her advantage so | worked on my part as well.

| contacted Dylan Kane, the witch friend of Phoebe whom she had found in the human town when she went to celebrate her birthday with her brother.

Dylan had cast a spell on her multiple times to entice Prescott, she told me. | couldn’t trust a witch that easily. They always wanted something in return and my current situation, | had nothing to offer him.

“How have you been, Gaby?” Phoebe smiled, placing the food on the wooden table | had made. “How | can be in the middle of nowhere without any supplies?” | sighed, taking a bite of fried chicken.

“Trust me, this is the safest place for you to stay and | have good news for you,” she smirked “Dylan is coming tonight to help

us. “Why would he help us? What does he want in return?” | quirked a brow, watching her keenly.

She cleared her throat. “I’m the Gamma’s sister and I’m pretty hot, ain’t I?°

| knew that she was lying but after Vincent's betrayal, | had to be careful.

“| don’t buy that shit,” | said coldly and she swallowed hard, looking like a deer caught in the headline.

Phoebe sighed helplessly. “I use his witchcraft and he uses the information of the Silver Claw pack which | provide him. It's a give—and-take relationship but sometimes, we fu*k each other because we both are single and well, we have the physical needs, right?”

She was the snitch in her own pack. Phoebe was betraying the person she loved to get him. Something we both had in common. | would never sleep around after getting my mate back but till then, | will do everything in my power to get her.

I sneered. “You're the slut who sleeps around to get what she wants.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“If you called me a slut again, I'll kill you myself,” she seized my throat, her breathing fanning my mouth. 1/4

“You can’t kill me because you want Matilda out of your life, don’t you?” | reasoned.

“| can ask Dylan to play along with me,” Phoebe threatened me.

“If you could use him, you wouldn't help me,” | smirked, figuring how selfish she was.

“You're too smart to be fooled. How did Vincent fool you?” She chuckled sarcastically.

She struck a raw nerve. | took a fistful of her hair and pulled it tightly. “Do not taste my limits, bitch.” “Don't you dare call me a bitch,” she hissed, bumping her forehead forcefully with

mine.

| grabbed her chin and started kissing her lousy lips. She kissed me back fiercely and | took off her dress. She wasn’t wearing any bra or panty which told me that she provoked me purposefully to be fu*ked.

“Aaaah, ohhh, fu*k,” she moaned loudly when | pressed her boobs and pinched her ni ples.

“Say it,” | groaned, fu*king her with my finger. “And | might give you what you want.” “Fu*k me,” she said in a breathless voice, obeying me. “Fu*k me with your d*ck.” “Beg me,” | demanded, releasing my d*ck from my pants.

She licked her lips in anticipation. “Please, fu*k me with your d*ck.”

My fingers couldn’t satisfy a wh*re like her. | thrust inside her mercilessly and she moaned Prescott’s name, imagining being fu*ked by him while | imagined my mate.

Phoebe was a far more dangerous and selfish she—wolf than Isabel. Both of these bi*ches made me realize why | needed Matilda by my side. She would never cheat on me or leave me. My mate was better than all those wh*res.

you, Matilda.

I'm coming for you,

“I'm not the only one whom you fu*k imagining Prescott,” a powerful voice appeared out of nowhere. “Dylan,” she shrieked with excitement.

“He was going to come tonight, wasn’t he?” | gave her a quizzical look.

“I need to be somewhere else tonight but if you miss the chance tonight, you might have to wait in the woods for quite some time,” he retorted cockily.

“Where are you?” | asked in frustration.

“I'm here,” he appeared out of thin air and | looked at him in shock. He oozed power and danger. “Dylan,” Phoebe threw herself over him, kissing him passionately.

“Are you into threesome?” Phoebe raised her brows at me.

| was about to say no when Dylan called me and | stared into his red eyes. “Yes, of

course.”

My lips twitched into a crooked smile. Dylan murmured a spell and we found ourselves in a room. He threw Phoebe onto the bed and she jiggled her ass, giggling.

He slapped her ass hard and she whimpered in pleasure. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded. “Get over here,” he called me. “Fu*k her mouth. | hate the noise she makes.”

| followed his command and started fu*king her mouth harshly whilst Dylan fu*ked her pussy. After having our orgasms, Dylan snapped his fingers and | found myself dressed.

“| don’t like seeing men naked,” he gagged..

He used his magic to make me agree to the wild fu*k we just shared. Fu*king asshole. “I'm going to cast a spell on you so everyone who looks at you will find Prescott’s face instead of yours,” Dylan smirked. “Wait. How long will this spell work?” | asked. “And what do you want in return?”

Dylan snickered maliciously. “The spell will last for twenty hours and don’t worry about my return gift. I'll tell you when the right time comes, till then, take care of Matilda.”

His eyes gleamed with a strange emotion when he took. my mate’s name. He whispered a spell and then, disappeared in the thin air. Phoebe and | acted to make her believe that Prescott was cheating on her.

She told me that Prescott couldn’t be compelled by his spells anymore, that’s why she needed my help. He could fight for his resistance. Since Matilda was more powerful than Prescott, Dylan had used his spell in the woods to make her forget her ways and come to our direction.

“Now, you need to wait on the unpaved path as that’s the only way to escape from the

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Silver Claw pack. All the other paths are patrolled by the guards,” Phoebe told me after Matilda left.

| prayed to the Moon Goddess to send her my way soon and mate her with me again. She would be so furious and hurt by Prescott that it would be easier for me to convince her to get back together.

“Dylan’s magic always works,” Phoebe smirked. “Oh, really? Then, why is it not working on Prescott?” | scoffed.

“You're an ungrateful bastard,” she giggled. “It stopped working after his throne. ceremony so it must be his power as the Alpha King.”

Matilda hadn't claimed her powers fully yet so it worked on her. Dylan was a powerful witch, | wondered why he was helping us when he could get anything he wanted from his spells.