Chapter 47 – Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson) Online Free by Annie Whipple

Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson) Online Free by Annie Whipple

“Your eyes,” I whispered, “that’s how you got that girl to sleep with you. You were controlling her.”

He chuckled quietly but didn’t respond. I didn’t need verbal confirmation. I knew I was right.

Grayson stood from the bed and walked past me until I could no longer see him.

“Your little outburst has to do with that little brunette girl, doesn’t it?” he said from behind me.

Little brunette girl.  I knew he hadn’t forgotten her name. He was toying with me, trying to rile me up. I gritted my teeth.

“Belle,” I said, “the girl you were about to kill by mating with someone else. Your luna.”

“Ah, see, that’s where you’re wrong, my boy,” Grayson said.

I could hear ruffling behind me, as well as the opening and closing of drawers. He was putting on clothes.

“That girl would have never been my luna. My plan was to mate with her and feed off the power of the mate bond. But she was never worthy of being my mate. Small and weak. A human.” Disgust laced his tone. “We weren’t meant to be together.

Even she knew that. It was why she ran away. It was why I chose another to mate with.”

“She didn’t run away, you fucker,” I growled. “You chased her away.”

Grayson was in front of me in a second, faster than I had ever seen anyone move in my life, now fully clothed in jeans and a shirt. I blinked in surprise.

“How…” I began to ask, but was silenced by a hard slap to the face. Pain spread across my cheek.

“Remember who you are speaking to, wolf,” Grayson said, deathly calm. “You are lucky to still be alive.”

I bared my teeth. His harsh expression dropped as he watched me with interest, looking from my canines to my fist. I was still ready to strike the moment I was set free from this fucking mind control. He sighed.

“Stand down”—he waving his hand dismissively and walked away—“you’re making me nervous.”

The tension in my body released in an instant. My arms moved to my sides and my legs stepped together. I was standing in a straight position and facing Grayson as if I were a part of the army. Grayson faced me as well. I couldn’t move, but my muscles weren’t taut in preparation for a fight.

He sighed in frustration and crossed his arms over his chest, watching me closely.

“Your loyalty to the luna is impressive. It shows your bravery.” He scowled. “Your loyalty to me is not. You have willingly defied me and doubted my decision to take another mate. My belief was that werewolves had blind devotion to their alphas.

This little stunt of yours proved me wrong.”

He rubbed the forming bruise on his chin, looking me up and down, assessing my body.

“Be grateful that I am willing to let this go. You are one of the stronger members of the pack and a good gamma. You would be no good to me dead. But be aware that I let you live with faith in the assumption that you will not defy me again, wolf.”

I opened my mouth to swear at him, to tell him that he was no longer my alpha.

But a sudden realization stopped me.

He kept calling me wolf. Young wolf. Little wolf.

The names were meant to be belittling—but I was a wolf, young, and smaller than he was.

I studied Grayson: red eyes, hissing mouth, the way he could somehow control me with only his words. I had never seen him do any of those things before this moment; I hadn’t known he was capable of it. No werewolf had any powers of that kind.

As a matter of fact, there was only one species that did.

“Vampire,” I gasped.

The red eyes widened slightly. The jaw dropped. A small smile formed on the lips.

“Well,” he said casually, tilting his head to each side and cracking his neck, “good for you. I was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to figure it out.” He laughed and rolled his shoulders. “A pity, really. I was having so much fun.”

I watched, still incapacitated, as Grayson morphed and shifted as if he were turning into his wolf. Only instead of growing and sprouting hair, his body shrank and changed until there was a completely different man in front of me.

And not just any man.

Azazel Mortar.

KYLE

Azazel Mortar was one of the larger vampires I had ever seen in my life. He had long black hair and a neatly shaved beard. His red eyes were darker than Grayson’s or the girl’s had been, boring into my soul, telling me he was a powerful pureblood.

I felt stupid.

How could I not? All the warning signs had been there just waiting for me to notice them.

They couldn’t have been clearer if they were biting me in the ass.

Grayson wasn’t Grayson at all—well, it was his body, but it wasn’t him controlling it.

It had been Azazel this whole time. Azazel laughed as he stretched his arms and legs.

“You have no idea how good it feels to be back in my own body after being stuck inside of that filthy dog for so many months.” He shook his head in disgust. “As much as I enjoyed the power Grayson’s body provided me, nothing beats your own skin.”

I bristled, clenching my jaw. “What did you do to him?” I ground out. I was desperately pushing against the mind control that kept me from moving. “Where is Alpha Grayson?”

“Shh, shh, shh, little wolf,” Azazel taunted me, stepping forward and patting my cheek.

If I could have moved anything else besides my mouth, I would have bitten him.

“Don’t worry about your poor alpha. He’s still in here.” He tapped his temple. “I wouldn’t be able to use his body if he weren’t alive.”

“Can he speak?” I asked. “Can he see me?”

Suddenly Azazel hissed, showing off his vampire fangs in obvious anger. He looked away from me, his gaze fixating on some point in the room. He was silent for a moment.

“He can see you. And he can speak, only to me. In fact, he doesn’t shut up.”

I could tell that he was no longer talking to me alone. If all of what he was saying was true, Grayson was in his mind and communicating with him. I almost smiled at the thought.

If Grayson were really present and able to speak to his occupied body, I could only imagine how terrible the constant chatter was.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if Azazel hadn’t had a moment’s peace since taking over.

Azazel shook his head and smiled calmly back at me.

“Forgive me. He thinks he can talk as much as he wants now that his mate is gone.

He seems to have forgotten that I could kill the rest of his pack just as easily. You included.”

He paused, waiting for something.

My best guess was that he was waiting to see if Grayson would continue to speak after the threat he had just made.

After a second, the calm, threatening smile widened.

“That’s better,” he said.

Grayson had finally stopped talking. Azazel chuckled in amusement.

“Your alpha cares very much about your pack and especially about his mate. Maybe a little too much. It has made him weak and controlling his body easy. The price you pay for love, I suppose. What a costly price that is.”

I growled. “Let him go. You already have your clan coming to wage war. You already have all the information you need to succeed. Release your control on Alpha Grayson and fight the battle you arranged for. Only a coward would hide in the body of someone stronger.”

Azazel looked only a little shocked at the revelation that I knew of his plans.

“So it was you rifling through my things yesterday.” He chuckled darkly. “You’re smarter than you look, young gamma. I have underestimated you.”

“I know my alpha,” I replied hotly, “and you are not him.”

His expression turned into a mocking frown.

“Oh, boo. Here I was thinking I was doing such a good job acting as the powerful Alpha Grayson.” He sneered out the name. “After all, I do have access to every single thought in his mind.” He dropped his shoulders in feigned sadness. “Oh, well.

I can live with the fact that I can’t act like a dog.”

My wolf pushed forward. I could feel my eyes turning black with his presence. He wanted out.

“Calm your wolf,” Azazel said dismissively, “there’s no need for that. All of this will be over soon. I need your alpha for a few more days, and then I promise you I will go. I will ensure that Alpha Grayson dies in the most honorable way possible, but only after he tells his pack to give their lives over to the Clan of Azazel and fight by their side for the throne.”

“They would never do that,” I growled, “fight alongside disgusting vampires.”

“It’s sad, really,” Azazel said as he circled me, completely ignoring my last claim.

“You would have made a fantastic second-in-command for me. You have impressed me these last few months. But I can’t have you spilling my little secret, now, can I?”

He moved in a blur, throwing me to the ground in a single graceful motion. I was helpless as my body fell backward. Then Azazel was by my side on the ground with that evil smile.

“Let me move!” I yelled. “Stop being a coward and fight me without restraints!”

He laughed. “Oh, my boy. I am anything but a coward.”

And his fangs plunged into my throat. I knew at that moment that I was going to die. I had no way of stopping him from sucking every last drop of blood from me. It was hopeless.

I could only try to convince myself that I had done enough to keep my pack safe from the battle coming tomorrow, that the vampire king had received my message and was on his way to help. Little by little, I could feel my energy leave me with every drop of blood that Azazel sucked out.

My wolf fought against the barrier keeping us from moving, but it was no use—he was quickly losing strength too. I thought about reaching out to Elijah. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. Until now, I had been blocking him from my mind, making sure he didn’t feel what I had been feeling throughout the night.

But I couldn’t die without giving him an explanation.

He deserved to hear my voice one more time and to know that I loved him.

Maybe he could even be the one to save the pack.

Dark clouds started to close in on my vision, and I was about to open my mind to speak to Elijah one last time.

Then Azazel was thrown off of me.

KYLE

Azazel’s teeth were ripped from my throat, tearing my skin apart. I yelped in pain, blood leaking from the now much larger wound.

“Help him,” a deep voice said from across the room.

The face of a very small girl was suddenly in front of me. She was obviously not the owner of the deep voice. She knelt above me. She had short brown hair and blood-red eyes.

Another vampire. Great.

“Hi there,” her squeaky voice said, “you can move now.”

My body relaxed as Azazel’s power was released from my mind.

I groaned loudly in relief but regretted it immediately as pain traveled through my body.

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