Chapter 33 – Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson) Online Free by Annie Whipple

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But right as I stepped in, I was immediately slammed against the door, my head banging painfully against it. I yelled out in pain and shock.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” Grayson yelled at me.

I whimpered at the harsh grip he had on my arms. “W-what do you mean?”

Grayson growled loudly, “What happens between you and me stays between you and me, got it? You don’t go blabbering to the first person you see just because your precious feelings get hurt.”

My anger flared. “Get off of me!” I shouted. I pushed against his chest with all my strength, furious that he would even think about putting his hands on me in this way.

I heard a loud slap, and the most intense pain I had ever felt in my life spread across my cheek. I screamed and grabbed my face as shock raced through my system.

He…he just hit me!

I didn’t have time to process what had just happened because before I knew it, Grayson had his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back against the wall.

“You’d better listen to me when I’m talking to you,” Grayson said, spitting his words into my face. I whimpered in response, completely terrified. “What exactly did you tell him?”

“Do you mean Kyle?” I sobbed. “I swear I didn’t tell him anything! I just told him to tell you I was sorry!”

“Yeah, that’s all you better have told him.” His hand came up and gripped my jaw tightly. I winced. I knew I’d have a bruise there tomorrow to add to my new swollen black eye.

“Listen here, little mate. You tell a single soul about anything that goes on in this room, and I swear you will find out just how angry an alpha male can be.

Understand?” His grip tightened on my jaw. “I said, do you understand?”

I nodded,“Yes! Yes, I understand!”

“Good,” he grunted.

He dropped his hold on me, and I immediately dropped to the floor, holding my face. The tears were streaming again, and I desperately wished for them to stop, remembering how Grayson had reacted the last time he’d seen me crying.

Suddenly, something soft hit my face. I looked down. He had thrown my pajamas at me.

“I want you sleeping somewhere else tonight. I slept better last night without you in the bed.” He paused for a second. “That is… Unless you want to crawl up onto this bed and show your mate just how sorry you really are?”

He raised an eyebrow at me and then slowly looked my body up and down. He licked his lips.

Never had I thought that Grayson’s eyes on my body would make me feel this disgusting and used. I didn’t even know how to respond.

So instead of saying anything, I just brought my legs up to my chest and shrank in on myself, hoping that would give his eyes less of my body to roam.

A hissing noise left Grayson’s mouth, followed by a bitter laugh. “Fine. Room 101 is free on the bottom floor. Use that one and get the fuck out of my sight.”

I let out a silent sob. I knew then and there that I was losing him. He didn’t want me anymore. I’d only met this man a few weeks ago, and he’d already become my entire life. And now I was losing him.

Grayson began to walk away from me, leaving me sobbing on the floor by the door.

“What did I do wrong?” I whispered through my tears. “What did I do?”

Grayson groaned and ran a hand down his face in frustration. He turned to look at me.

“I don’t have time to deal with you right now. Just stay the fuck out of my way and don’t cause any more problems. I didn’t sign up for this shit,” he said, gesturing to my hunched form.

My heart sank deep in my chest, and I sucked in a breath.

I paused for a second, not sure if I should ask this question. But then I knew that I didn’t really have another option. “Grayson”—I took a breath—“do you not want me anymore?”

His eyes narrowed, and he slowly approached me, moving like a lion that was about to catch its prey. “Look here, mate,” he spat. He lifted his pointer finger, and I watched in fascination and horror as a sharp claw emerged from the tip.

He brought it close to my face. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret: the only reason alphas want their mates is for the power they give them.”

His sharp nail traced my chin and then trailed up my swollen cheek. I whimpered, surprised that even such a light touch could cause me so much pain.

I knew that the bruise and swelling would be hard to cover up tomorrow. I hadn’t realized that I was bleeding before, but when Grayson took his hand away from my face, there was blood on the tip of his nail.

I watched in horror as he brought his claw up to his mouth and sucked it clean. He smirked at me. “You are here to bring me pleasure and power, that’s all.”

It felt as if he’d opened up my chest, grabbed my heart, and crushed it in his palm.

I squared my shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. “Then I’m going to leave.

And you can’t stop me.”

Without warning, an ear-shattering growl left Grayson’s mouth. He clutched his chest and his entire body shook as he bent down and began breathing heavily.

He seemed to be in extreme pain. Having no clue what to do, I just watched.

Grayson shook his head violently and clutched his hair. He screamed “No!” loudly and fell to his knees.

This went on for a few minutes, and while it did I tried to come up with a plan for getting away from the crazy monster in front of me.

Had I caused this by saying I was going to leave? The last time he’d shifted in front of me, it hadn’t seemed nearly this painful.

What the hell is happening?

Suddenly, Grayson stilled as he looked down, still clutching his head. And then his eyes snapped to my wide, frightened ones. They were pitch black. “Mate,” he said.

I scooted backward as far as I could as I looked at him through teary eyes. I brought my knees up and hugged them close to my chest.

Looking determined, he stood slowly and began to approach me. I whimpered when he finally came to stand directly over me.

I wasn’t sure what to say as he stared down at me. His eyes searched my face, and a growling sound left his mouth. Then he reached a hand up, seemingly preparing to hit me again.

I immediately brought my arm up in defense and moved away from the imminent blow.

“I’m sorry!” I yelled. “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have said anything! I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I-I’m sorry…,” I sobbed.

But the blow never came—nothing did.

I sobbed for a few moments, not even trying to keep my composure. I felt completely broken.

“Mate,” I heard Grayson say in a gentle tone that surprised me. I shook my head, not wanting to meet his gaze or for him to see my pathetic state. “Mate,” he said again with more force.

I looked up at him slowly and was shocked by what I saw. He had tears in his eyes as well, running soundlessly down his cheeks.

I’d never thought I would ever see Grayson cry. And as much as he frightened me right now, I still hated to see him cry. He reached down again, and, this time, I didn’t flinch.

I watched in fascination as he placed his hand gently on my knee that was still pulled up to my chest. “Sorry, mate,” he said with real sorrow lacing his voice.

I realized then as I studied his pitch-black eyes that I wasn’t talking to Grayson. No, I was talking to his wolf. His wolf had somehow taken control of his body and was communicating with me.

I wasn’t sure if his wolf felt any differently toward me than Grayson did, but I found myself hoping that maybe a part of Grayson still wanted me. “Do you still want me?” I asked him quietly.

Sadness shone in his eyes, and his shoulders slumped. Slowly, very slowly—almost as if he was afraid to scare me again—he brought his hand up to cup the uninjured side of my face.

He gently wiped away my tears.

“My mate. Mine,” he said. He brought his forehead down and connected it with mine. “My mate,” he repeated.

That told me all I needed to hear. Grayson might not have wanted me for anything other than sex and power, but his wolf still wanted me for me.

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him close to me. I desperately needed to be comforted and told that everything was going to be okay.

He returned the hug with full force, wrapping his arms around my middle and then securing my legs around him so that he could pick me up.

He hummed deeply, his body vibrating against mine.

Burying his face deep into my neck, he nipped softly at my bite mark, and my body shuddered.

He continued to hold me for a few minutes as I sobbed and released all of the emotions that I’d been holding in for the last couple of days. After a little while he started to move, and I clutched onto him harder, not wanting him to let go or for his human side to take over once again.

I held on to him so tightly, I forgot about my injured cheek and cried out as it connected with the side of his neck.

Grayson growled when he heard my cry—so loudly I could feel it. It was enough to freak me out and make me loosen my hold on his neck.

He immediately walked us over to his bed and set me down gently, moving back a bit so he could inspect my injured face. I wondered if I looked as broken as I felt.

After a moment, he growled softly, then walked silently into the bathroom. When he came back out, he was holding a wet washcloth.

As Grayson brought the cloth up to my face to clean my wound, I grabbed his wrist gently before he made contact and said, “Be gentle, please. I think my cheekbone may be broken.”

This made Grayson’s entire body shake, and I could tell he was trying hard to rein in his emotions. He nodded once, then slowly raised the cloth to my cheek once more. I winced when it connected, and Grayson whimpered.

“Sorry, mate. Sorry, mate. Sorry, mate,” he said over and over again as he cleaned my wound. I could tell that this was hard for him and that his apologies were sorrowful and genuine.

Once he seemed satisfied with his care taking, he sat down next to me and pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms securely around me.

Finally, I built up the courage to ask what was on my mind: “What did I do wrong?

What did I do to make him hate me so much?”

Grayson whimpered softly and tugged on my waist to bring me closer to him. “I”—

he paused—“I, errr…”

He shook his head, and I could tell that he was struggling to express himself. He was a wolf, after all. He probably had very little experience speaking.

He growled loudly in frustration and tried again: “I… No. Mate.”

I frowned. There was no way that he was going to be able to explain anything. He could barely get a few words out.

I sighed sadly. “It’s okay,” I said, not liking to see him struggle.

“Will you just tell him that I’m sorry? Tell him that I’m so sorry for what I did and that I hope he can forgive me. I don’t want him to be mad at me anymore. I want things to go back to how they were before.”

Grayson shook his head violently. “No, mate. No.”

“What do you mean ‘no?’ You won’t tell him?”

He shook his head again. “No.” He put a hand on his chest. “Sorry,” he said. He patted his chest again. “Sorry.”

“I-I don’t understand,” I said. “What do you mean? What are you sorry for? It’s Grayson who should be sorry.”

But suddenly Grayson’s wolf growled loudly and clutched his head as his body began to shake again. He snapped upright onto his feet, and I fell off his lap and hit the floor. I groaned in pain.

“Stupid fucking wolf!” Grayson yelled as he grabbed at his hair. Then he bent down and roughly yanked me up by the arm so that I was standing. “Whatever he did or said to you had nothing to do with me.”

My shoulders slumped and I nodded my head to show my understanding.

He grabbed my chin and pulled my face close enough to his that I could feel his breath. “You’re not going anywhere I don’t tell you to, you hear me? You’re my mate.” He shoved me away. “Sleep somewhere else.”

I straightened up, trying to keep my dignity as I reached for the handle of the door behind me.

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