Chapter 131 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

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

It was his way of protecting me. I knew this. But that didn’t make me feel any better. I didn’t want to be protected—I wanted to know if he was okay. I needed to know if he was okay.

My eyes darted to Liam who was still right next to me, watching me intently. “He cut off our connection,” I told him.

Tears of panic pooled in the corner of my eyes, but I quickly suppressed them. “W-What do I do? I can’t make out what he’s feeling anymore.”

A pause ensued while he tried to determine the right thing to say. His hesitation was evident, immediately telling me that whatever he was going to say would upset me.

“I think…the only thing you can do…  is wait.”

And upset me, it did.

“My mate is in trouble and you want me to do nothing?” I demanded. “What if he gets hurt? What if he gets ~killed~?”

“Belle, listen to me. I think we both know that Azazel Mortar is behind this. I need you to be fucking serious.

“How the hell are you going to be able to help when faced with one of the most powerful vampires in the world? What could you possibly do to help your mate during a situation like this?”

“More than I could do sitting in my living room, twiddling my thumbs, and playing fucking Go Fish!” I snapped back, seething with anger.

“I’m the queen of the supernatural, of Zaweth and I need to be there if something is happening. I’m not selfish and I’m definitely not a coward.”

“I need to be with my mate if something is happening. And you’re not going to stop me.”

Not saying another word, I sprang up and with conviction, made my way to the front door once again.

Liam used his vampire speed to appear in front of me in less than a second, blocking my path. “I can’t let you do that,” Liam said.

“Get out of my way, Liam. I mean it.” My voice was fuming.

His arms crossed over his chest while he stared me down with an unwavering expression. “No.”

I was so done with this shit. I was so done with other people thinking they were the ones in charge of my own damn life.

Making up my mind, I marched over to the kitchen, pulled open a drawer, and grabbed a knife.

Liam’s brows rose with shock as I approached him once again. “Belle, what are you doing? The most you’re going to achieve here is hurting yourself.”

“I’m not an idiot, Liam.” I tried to keep my stance strong as I held up the knife. “Get out of my way, or I start swinging.”

Liam’s lips curled up at the corners. He was clearly amused by my threats.

“Do you even really know how to use a knife? I’ve been training in blade combat since I was eight years old. I would take you down easy—even without my vampire abilities.”

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how to stab someone,” I replied. “Now, move.”

“You know I can’t do that. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something were to happen to you. And neither would your mate.”

It was sweet, really. Liam was a good friend. It was too bad he was also a butt face.

And then… I’m not really sure what happened next.

One moment I was strutting toward Liam, knife in my shaking hand, ready to do whatever I had to do to get to my mate.

And the next, I was standing in the middle of the hallway outside my apartment, only inches away from stabbing a very nice-looking stranger in the stomach.

“What the hell?” exclaimed the curly-haired woman standing in front of my front door. I immediately recognized her as one of Grayson’s original pack members from Minnesota. Bridget, maybe?

I had the opportunity to talk to her during my first week in Zaweth and remembered thinking she was really cool and extremely stylish.

Standing next to her was another werewolf whom I didn’t recognize as much. I knew his name was Christopher, though.

Like most male werewolves, he was huge and intimidating. It didn’t help that he was dressed in all black and covered in muscle.

So Liam hadn’t been lying when he’d said there were two werewolves stationed outside my door, tasked with keeping me inside.

Bridget just barely dodged my knife before I realized what I was about to do and pulled it back to my side.

“Why do you have a knife?” Bridget asked. “Were you about to stab me?”

The man looked behind him at the closed door before swinging his gaze back at me, confusion written all over his face. “Where did you even come from?”

I was just as confused as they were. I had no idea how I got here. Did I black out?

Oh, my god, did I actually stab Liam? I mean, I know I threatened to do it, but I never actually meant to.

Relief surged through me when I heard Liam’s voice calling out from inside my apartment.

“Belle? Belle! Fuck!” He let out a string of curses while he started searching around for me. “This isn’t fucking funny, Belle!”

The two werewolves seemed to narrow their eyes on me, obviously hearing the same thing I did.

“I, um…,” I began. I took a few steps back. “I should go.”

Without saying another word, I turned on my heel and started sprinting down the hallway.

“Hey! Hold on!” the man yelled behind me. The sound of his much quicker footsteps could be heard racing after me. Bridget was busy banging on the door to my apartment, trying to get Liam’s attention.

I wasn’t even halfway down the hall when Christopher grabbed my arm, attempting to pull me to a stop. I squeaked, preparing to fight against him—but then he released me. He just let me go.

My eyes flew up, looking behind me, only to find that Christopher was no longer there. In fact, not even the hallway was there.

I was once again in a whole other location. And this time, I didn’t recognize where I was.

I was surrounded by tall trees that never seemed to end, obviously in the middle of a forest. But which forest? Was I still in Zaweth?

And, more importantly, how the ever-loving fuck did I get here? Was I losing my mind or did I just apparate like a damn wizard straight out of Harry Potter?

“Each Fae develops their powers based on need and circumstance,”  Evangeline’s voice rang out in my mind.

Could this be what she had been talking about? I needed to get out of my apartment, so I appeared on the other side of the door.

I needed to get away from the werewolves guarding my apartment, so I instantly appeared in the middle of the woods somewhere. Not the most helpful solution but I suppose it would work.

At least I wasn’t locked up with Liam anymore.

Holy fuck. Was I a fairy now?

GRAYSON

HALF AN HOUR EARLIER

After hundreds of years, the invisible border protecting the kingdom of Zaweth and preventing just anyone from wandering in was taken down, and we had no idea how or why.

I didn’t even know that it was possible. The warlock who put them up all those years ago, Gulius Mallor, was still alive and had been a resident of Zaweth his whole life.

While not immortal, warlocks were some of the longest-living creatures in existence. They were often referred to as the sea turtles of the supernatural world, living on average for a thousand years.

They were also incredibly rare. Gulius was one of few in existence and also one of the oldest at 912 years old.

And he was missing. The only man who could do anything to help was nowhere to be found.

The supernatural kingdom had a lot of enemies who wouldn’t think twice about taking advantage of our borders being down. For all we knew, they could already be in Zaweth.

Kyle and I scrambled to protect the borders before it was too late. At least one hundred of our best warriors were stationed around the entirety of Zaweth, and we were recruiting more volunteers to take shifts.

We had been patrolling the borders for the last several hours. It was dark now, the night sky blanketing us with dark shadows and moonlight.

The forest was quiet at night and brought my wolf and me great peace.

I wasn’t able to enjoy this peace though because Belle was upset with me. I felt her seething and worrying through our bond, taking advantage of our new connection and constantly checking in on me.

I wholly regretted not teaching her how to mind-link—an ability that she would be able to take advantage of now that we were fully bonded—before I left her.

It would have been an extremely useful ability to have, especially since I took her phone so I could be the one in charge of what information she was exposed to.

I tried sending her soothing vibes through our link but they did little to calm her.

This was to be expected.

It was hard for newly mated couples to be apart from each other, even when both were in safe environments and not possibly facing a battle with a psychotic vampire.

I hadn’t been kidding yesterday when I said I planned on keeping her in bed for the rest of the week. And I still planned on doing exactly that as soon as I knew that my kingdom was safe.

I reached out to Belle through the link, checking in on her. She liked feeling my presence because it ensured her that I was all right. She calmed just slightly, but her worry for me was still strong.

I sighed. I hated leaving her with Liam. It wasn’t easy to be away from her after mating, especially since she hadn’t shifted into a fairy as I had been expecting her to after we were done.

Had the prophecy been wrong? Or was there a shift still coming?

I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Liam, asking him to tell Belle to stop worrying and to go to bed. I would be back with her as soon as possible. Her anxiety was completely unnecessary.

This entire situation felt all too familiar.

Leaving Belle right before mating and being pulled out to protect the borders from an unexpected breach reminded me a little too much of the night that Azazel took control of my body.

I had no doubt in my mind that he was the one behind all of this. Kidnapping Gulius Mallor, despite being a harmless old man, and coercing him to remove the borders was not beneath Azazel.

If my suspicions were correct, all we had to do now was wait for Azazel to act on whatever ridiculous plan he was cooking up.

And then I would kill him, make him pay for what he did to my mate.

And then I would return to said mate, throw her down on the nearest surface, and let her continue with whatever she planned to do to me before we were interrupted.

Then I would plow into her repeatedly until we were both too exhausted to continue.

Maybe I would take her from behind this time. Or watch her face twist with pleasure while she rode my cock and dug her nails into my chest like I knew she loved to do.

“You know, I gotta tell you, this whole ‘being a hybrid’ thing is seriously proving to be both a blessing and a curse,” Kyle said to me, feigning exasperation.

We were walking through the woods, checking in on our warriors around the borders to make sure there wasn’t any land that wasn’t covered. Kyle hadn’t stopped talking the entire time.

I could have done this on my own.

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