Chapter 122 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

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

But I didn’t know how much longer Evangeline would be here, and I didn’t see the point of continuing to talk about what shifting would be like when there was clearly no true answer. I had other questions.

“It’s possible,” Evangeline finally said. “Wings are common with Fae, but each Fae develops their powers based on need and circumstance.”

“So we have no idea what being a fairy will be like for me?”

“I can tell you that you’ll have powers. I’m afraid that is all I know.”

I shifted uneasily. My own frustration over the lack of information that was available on Fae was starting to surface. I had no idea what I was getting into.

“Can I ask what your powers are?” I asked Evangeline.

She gave me a small smile. “I have many powers. It would take a very long time to list all of them. I believe there are other more useful ways to use this time.”

Grayson let out a growl. “So you can’t give us any useful information,” he snapped.

I gasped. I refused to believe he had just said that. “Grayson!” I chided, elbowing him in the ribs. He ignored me.

“It’s all right, Belle,” Evangeline assured me. I was relieved to see that she looked more amused than offended. “This sort of behavior is to be expected from an alpha male trying to protect his mate.”

“That doesn’t mean it should be tolerated,” I grumbled, glaring at him.

Grayson seemed totally unconcerned with my reprimanding tone and gaze. “I don’t want it,” he said suddenly, staring at Evangeline, jaw set.

Evangeline’s brows tugged together as she waited for him to expand on his confusing statement. After a moment, she said, “I’m afraid I don’t understand. You don’t want what?”

“I don’t want to be king,” he replied, his voice unwavering and hard. “If giving up my title means assuring my mate’s safety, then so be it. I will step down as king of the supernatural.”

“Grayson…”

“That’s not possible. A prophecy isn’t a negotiable thing. It is an inevitable part of your life. Your story is already written.”

“Then fucking unwrite it. You made this prophecy, right? You must be able to change it too.”

Evangeline began to shake her head, but Grayson abruptly slammed his fist down on the coffee table, growling loudly.

I gasped and jumped, gripping Grayson’s arm tightly.

“I will not lose my mate! ” Grayson exploded.

Evangeline didn’t so much as flinch, continuing to regard the seething alpha male in front of her with enough tranquility to calm any raging storm. Slowly, she stood.

“You will not lose your mate,” she told him, voice firm. “Belle will survive this. As the prophecy states, the two of you will take on the role of the immortal king and queen of the supernatural reincarnated.

“So, while I can not tell you how she will react to your mating, I can tell you she will not die.” Her gaze slid to me. She smiled. “Belle has far too much to do.”

I turned to Grayson, offering him a small grin. “See? I’m going to be fine.”

“Not dead is a far stretch from fine.” With a huff, he pulled me closer to him, making me lean my shoulder against his chest.

As awkward as this continuous PDA was, I knew he needed the physical touch to help keep him calm. He pressed a hard kiss to the top of my head, his chest vibrating with his low growls.

“Unfortunately, my time with the two of you is coming to an end,” Evangeline said.

She stood from her chair and smoothed out her dress with the palms of her hands.

“I must be going now.”

Grayson stiffened behind me.

“Oh,” I said. It felt like she had only been here for a few minutes. I still had so many questions for her. “You have to go already?”

“I would love nothing more than to continue my visit with the two of you,”

Evangeline replied, folding her hands in front of her.

Her eyes momentarily wandered to the doors of the terrace, which overlooked an incredible view of the entire kingdom of Zaweth.

She looked back at us with an expression that could only be described as nostalgic.

“I enjoy being back in this palace. Despite its change in appearance, it still brings back many fond memories.”

Her lips turned up. “I also enjoy chatting with you both. You remind me a great deal of myself and my mate at the start of our journey.”

The faint halo of light surrounding her form was becoming brighter, illuminating the dark room around us.

“I truly wish I could have been more helpful. I wish I could have provided you with better answers to your questions.

“You may be Elijah and my reincarnated spirits, but much of this journey is your own. You must experience it for yourself.”

Grayson stood, pulling me up with him. “Is there any chance we can convince you to stay longer?” he asked her.

I nearly scoffed, thinking it a bit ironic that he was begging her to stay despite his incredibly rude behavior toward her, as if she would want to be around him any longer than absolutely necessary.

It was a miracle that I could stand him.

Evangeline shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. My powers have allowed me to visit, but they have their limits. I must be going.”

She was glowing brighter than the lamp next to her now. I nearly had to squint to continue looking at her.

“Where exactly are you going?” I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me. It was still unclear as to whether or not she was even alive. Were we talking to her ghost?

And if she really was here, did that mean King Elijah was out there somewhere too?

Had the Mortars not been successful in killing them when they took the throne all those years ago?

Evangeline laughed like a person would when sharing an inside joke with another.

“That would take far too long to explain. Just know that this will be the last time you will be seeing me.”

Did that mean she couldn’t come back or ~wouldn’t~ come back? “But what if we have more questions?” I blurted. “Will you be able to come back if I text you again?”

“The phone worked only that one time,” she explained. “You can text that number, but I will not receive it. As I said before, this will be the last time you will see me.

My powers will not allow me to return.”

I wanted to ask why but was distracted by the sudden burst of brightness around her. I gasped and covered my eyes as Grayson pulled me tighter into his protective embrace.

“I have to get back to my mate now. He worries when I’m away for too long. I’m sure the two of you can relate,” Evangeline said with a giggle.

I could barely even see her anymore; she was far too bright to look at directly.

The halo of light around her had spread onto her body, making her look like she was glowing beneath her skin, lighting up her clothes and hair.

“Fate chose you both for a reason; you will make an incredible king and queen,” she continued, her voice sounding distant. “Just trust that what the prophecy says is true, and everything will be okay.”

With that, the light burst into a million little sparks that filled the room like falling snow. Grayson forced my face into his chest and stepped in front of me protectively.

Complete silence followed. Grayson and I were still, listening, waiting to see if it was over.

After several moments passed, we finally lifted our heads and cautiously peered around the room. Evangeline was gone, as was the light. We were alone.

I was the first to speak. “Um…” I looked up at Grayson, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Did that really just happen?”

Grayson shook his head in shock. He was smiling with me, but his wide eyes were still searching the room. “Yep. That just happened,” he confirmed.

One more flabbergasted laugh escaped my mouth as I let my forehead fall onto his hard chest. “My life used to be normal, you know,” I said against his shirt.

Grayson chuckled. “Normal or boring?”

I suppose he had a point. I would much prefer this life even if it had been a little crazy and unexpected since I met him.

I sighed and tilted my head up to look at him. “So what now?” I asked.

I was acutely aware of the fact that we were alone once again. I was also aware of the fact that there seemed to be no good reason keeping us from mating now.

That knowledge heated my body and drove me to dip my hands under the bottom of his shirt, running over the bare skin of his back.

I traced his muscles and even trailed my fingers just slightly under his belt and the waistband of his pants, hoping Grayson would take the hint.

My efforts were rewarded when he began to softly purr, obviously enjoying my suggestive touch.

Moisture pooled between my legs at the sound, and a whimper escaped my mouth before I could stop it.

I knew Grayson could smell my need because his lips came crashing down onto mine a moment later.

Warmth ran through my midsection and erupted into a pool of butterflies that left me gasping. I moaned and leaned into the kiss.

The way his lips moved against mine, the way his tongue thrust into my mouth like he couldn’t wait to taste me, somehow made me feel lost and like I had finally found my home simultaneously.

He pulled away too soon. “Now…,” he began, his tone causing my stomach to flutter.

My skin tingled as his eyes ran over my flushed face, shifting between red, black, and forest green.

“Fuck… now I remind you of the promise you made me just a little while ago.”

I pouted. “What promise?”

He lowered his head until his lips were just barely skimming over mine as he spoke. “The promise that you wouldn’t try to tempt me to ravish you.”

The groan I released closely resembled that of a whining child. “We’re still doing that? Even after everything Evangeline just told us?”

“Just give me some time to process,” Grayson said, trying to soothe me.

“I know the bond is making it nearly impossible, but please, just let me think this through.

“A few days, okay? Give me a few days, and then I will happily allow you to break my resolve with your wandering little hands and the smell of your mouthwatering arousal.”

My heart wormed its way up my throat. If I wasn’t mistaken, that sounded like Grayson finally confirming that we were actually going to mate—something I wasn’t so sure about up until that moment.

“A few days?” I repeated, swallowing thickly. I shifted my weight, seeking any sort of friction to relieve the throbbing happening between my legs.

I doubted my ability to last a few more seconds,  let alone a few days—but I could try.

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