Chapter 87 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

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“How?” Belle asked. “How did you get him out of you?”

I didn’t know how to answer that without scaring her.

“That’s complicated,” Kyle said when I hesitated. “The alpha almost died.”

Belle’s eyes snapped to mine, wide and filled with worry. “You almost died?”

The last thing I wanted to do was make her more upset than she already was. But I also needed to present her with all the information and evidence.

I pulled my shirt over my head to reveal my upper half and the scar where I was impaled with a tree branch. It was an impressive mark, taking up almost all of my chest.

Belle gasped. Her hand flew out to touch the scar. “He did this to you?” she asked.

Then, as if realizing she had unintentionally touched me, she tried to pull her hand away.

I stopped her by placing my hand over hers, ensuring she couldn’t move it away.

She didn’t fight me.

“It had to be done,” I explained. “It was the only way to force Azazel out of my body.

He would have died with me if he’d stayed.”

“But you…you didn’t die? You were okay?” Belle asked. “Sorry, that’s a stupid question. Obviously, you didn’t die. Just…how does someone survive something like that?”

Her fingers moved over the scar on my chest, lightly tracing the raised skin.

I glanced at Kyle, who met my gaze with apprehension.

“There are two reasons,” I said, not sure how I was going to explain this to her without scaring the crap out of her and sending her running to the hills.

“First, I was given the blood of Amelia Mortar. She is a vamp—”

Belle gasped. “I actually know who she is!” she exclaimed, looking somewhat pleased she knew about something without needing to have it explained to her. “I was given her blood too.”

My wolf surged forward in my consciousness. “Why the fuck were you given the blood of Amelia Mortar?” I demanded.

I instantly regretted my harsh tone. Belle sucked in a breath and leaned further back in her chair, tugging her hand off my chest and cradling it to her own.

She suddenly watched me with a wary, tentative expression. I had to remind myself that the last time she had heard me speak to her that way was right after my hand had connected violently with her cheek.

I had to try harder to keep my anger in check.

I swore under my breath. “I’m sorry, love. My anger is not directed at you,” I told her. “It’s just that…the only reason anyone is given the blood of Amelia Mortar is if they are near death.”

“I-I was. The night that Adalee found me,” Belle admitted. “She almost killed me.”

I growled. I didn’t want to remember that night. Even though Adalee trying to kill Belle was the only reason I was able to find her again, it had still been one of the most terrifying moments of my life.

Belle nodded slowly. “Liam and his sister, Laila, gave me her blood after the attack.”

It made sense. It was why she hadn’t any markings on her when I’d found her.

My body shook with anger even as I was grateful for what Liam had done for my mate. I still couldn’t help the possessiveness or protectiveness I felt for her.

“What’s the second reason?” Belle continued. “The second reason you are alive. You said there were two.”

I tried to prepare myself to tell her this information.

“When Azazel took over my body, he bit me and unintentionally injected me with vampire venom.”

Belle’s breathing picked up just the tiniest bit. “Vampire venom? Does that do the same thing as their blood? It healed you?”

“You know how my eyes turn black with the presence of my wolf?” I said as gently as I could. “And do you remember my eyes turning red when I found you?”

I cursed myself to hell over how terrified she suddenly looked.

“R-Red eyes?” she stuttered out. “You actually had red eyes? I thought I was making them up.”

I gripped her knee when her breathing started to become more labored and raged, the same way it had when I had found her and she’d had a panic attack.

I moved closer to her, sitting on my knees so that my face was level with hers. I cupped her face in my hand.

“Hey. Hey, you’re okay, baby. Take some deep breaths,” I told her, keeping my tone firm and even. “You’re okay.”

Her breathing didn’t calm. “I keep having nightmares of you with red eyes. Every night. You chase me and say you’re never leaving me alone and…” Her chest started to rise and fall more violently.

“Nightmares?” My heart broke. Was that what she had been dreaming of last night?

“No, God, baby, no. It’s not something you need to be afraid of. If anything, it should make you feel safer.”

She didn’t look convinced—far from it.

I looked at Kyle. He met my gaze, but it was clear that he didn’t know how to tell her this either.

I swung my attention back to Belle. “You remember my wolf, right?”

Belle nodded once, her eyes still wide, her breathing still wild.

I let my eager wolf come to the surface, turning my eyes black.

Belle visibly relaxed at his presence. My wolf growled happily in my chest.

I loved that she was so comfortable around him—especially considering how she had reacted the first time she had met him—but it killed me that she no longer felt that way around me.

I promised myself that I would be changing that soon enough.

“Well…” I hesitated for a moment. “Meet my vampire.”

I let my vampire come forward and fill my consciousness. My wolf took a step back, allowing my eyes to turn into a bright, vibrant red.

Belle did not react well.

She leapt out of her chair, causing it to fall and clatter behind her. She stumbled away, nearly tripping over her feet to get away from me. I could see the panic attack starting to gain control of her body.

I stood. “It’s okay, Belle,” I said, trying to calm her. “I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t have to be afraid.”

I was completely gutted by the piercing fear that flared in her eyes.

I started approaching her, needing to do something, but stopped when she shrieked through her gasping breaths, falling back even more until her back was pressed firmly against the wall behind her.

Belle was looking around, trying to determine her escape route.

She reminded me of a caged animal desperately seeking a way out. She looked so utterly fragile, worn to the bone, and beyond exhausted.

I tried to push my vampire down so she wouldn’t have to look at my red eyes that so obviously caused her so much fear, but my vampire wasn’t budging. He wanted Belle to see him.

And he wanted to look at her. He had been holding back for so long, not wanting to scare her, but now that he was let out, he was refusing to be stuffed back in.

“Belle, it’s okay,” I tried pleading with her. “It’s okay, baby.”

She shook her head. Her hand flew up to grasp her throat.

Kyle stepped forward. “He’s not going to hurt you, Luna. His vampire cares for you just as much as his wolf does.”

Her eyes were wide with fear, uncertainty, and so much pain—pain I understood well because I’d been living in hell ever since the day she’d left me.

I regretted ever showing her my vampire. She had already been so afraid, and I had only made it worse.

I tried to push my vampire down once again. He wasn’t listening to reason, convinced he could help her if I would just let him. I fought against him.

Belle reached a shaking hand to the doorknob of her apartment. She was going to make a run for it. She was going to go out into the cold night, barefoot and without a coat, mid-panic attack.

I couldn’t let that happen.

An unfamiliar feeling abruptly formed in my throat and rose up. It was my vampire

—he was doing something, making some sort of noise, in the same way my wolf growled.

I started to purr. It wasn’t a noise I had ever made before, vibrating from under my rib cage and in my throat. I wasn’t even sure how I was doing it.

My vampire seemed to be making the sound out of pure instinct.

Belle reacted to my purrs almost immediately. Her body relaxed, and her breathing slowed. Her eyes became hooded and calm.

She sucked in deep breaths as she watched me, no longer reaching for her door but rather appearing entranced with the sound coming from my chest.

My vampire’s purrs were calming her. They were helping her. It seemed as though she couldn’t help but react to the noise.

She even began to lean forward, gravitating toward me as if she couldn’t help herself.

I took that as my opportunity to go to her. I never stopped purring for her since it seemed to be helping her, taking over the duty from my vampire now that I knew how to do it.

She watched me through hooded eyes as I approached her, determined. The moment she was within reach, I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her to me.

I needed to feel her against me, to comfort her. She automatically melted into my hold, no longer fighting. In fact, she seemed eager to let me take her weight against me.

She ducked her face into my chest, right against the spot where my purrs were the strongest. She sighed, absorbing the vibrations I was producing while I stood there, stunned.

With Belle still in my arms, I threw a look at Kyle over my shoulder. He was watching us with wide eyes, appearing to be just as confused as I felt.

Belle shifted against me, and her bright blue eyes turned up, peering at me. Her pupils were dilated.

“How… How are you doing that?” she whispered. “How are you making that—that purring noise?” Even as she spoke, she pressed herself against me, seemingly unable to help herself.

“My vampire,” I replied softly. My purrs grew stronger, and her eyes became more hooded. “My vampire wanted to calm you down. I’ve never purred before.”

And I had a feeling she was the only person I could do it for.

She pressed her face back into my chest. Calming her didn’t seem to be the only effect my purring had on her because, suddenly, the smell of her arousal filled and saturated the air.

“Kyle,” I barked. “Out. ”

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