Chapter 135 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t know I did that. It must have been some sort of instinct—

my wolf trying to keep you from worrying.”

“Well, all it did was make me worry more. It’s why I knew I had to come find you.

The only reason you would have done that was if you were in real trouble.”

“While we’re on the subject, how exactly did you get away from Liam? And how did you get here so fast? Last I checked on you, you were still in our apartment.”

Belle looked around at the forest surrounding us. The sun was starting to rise, so everything was a little clearer now as the morning mist caught in the light. It was beautiful.

“I-I honestly don’t know. I don’t even really know where we are—”

Her eyes stopped on something and narrowed while she tried to determine what it was. Fear immediately took over our bond. “Is that…?” she asked.

In an instant, she was gone from my arms. I veered back, looking down in confusion at the spot where my mate had just been.

“Belle! ” I roared.

My mate had just disappeared like fucking Houdini. Here one second, gone the next. The only explanation was magic.

My gaze found Gulius, thinking he had to be the culprit, but he was still very much dead behind me.

“Oh, my god…”

My head snapped toward where Belle’s voice had come from, only to find her now several yards away from me, kneeling on the ground.

I would have been more confused over how she had gotten all the way over there if it weren’t for the thing she was looking at.

“K-Kyle!” she sobbed while taking in his mangled form, still exactly where I had left him. “Oh, my god, Kyle!”

I used my vampire speed to get over to her quickly. I knelt down next to her in front of my dead beta.

Belle barely managed to speak through her sobs. “W-What h-happened? What d-did this to h-him?”

My throat suddenly felt too thick to speak. With everything that had happened, I had momentarily been able to push the horror of my best friend’s death aside.

I’d had to focus on defeating Azazel. I’d had to avenge him. I couldn’t have let myself get overwhelmed by his death.

I wished I could have just stayed in that state of mind forever.

Now, kneeling next to his body, his blood still fresh on the ground, grief like I never could have imagined consumed me like wildfire.

Half of his body was completely destroyed by the force field.

The wound was gruesome, bits of his flesh hanging from him in some areas while his bone was visible in others. His right eye had been ripped right through.

How… How were we ever going to let Elijah see his mate like this? It would break him. Fuck, it was about to break me.

And the worst part was, he wasn’t the only one like this. There were many warriors stationed around the border when the force field went back up.

Likely, not everyone had been standing directly in the zone that could have killed them, but I knew there still had to be some.

Who knew how many of my people—my family members—I had lost today?

Belle’s sobs were loud and gut-wrenching. She kept saying his name over and over like she was going to make him wake up.

I put a hand on her back. “He…” I swallowed. Why couldn’t I talk? My mouth felt numb.

My entire body felt numb while I started to come to terms with just what a significant loss my kingdom was facing today.

The need to cry was strong in my chest, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “He was standing at the border when the force field went up. It tore through him.”

Belle shook her head, her movements jerky and frantic. She placed a shaking hand on the cheek that wasn’t cut and caressed his skin with her thumb.

“He’s going to be okay,” she whispered. “He’ll be okay.”

Her entire body was shaking again. The trauma of this day was taking its toll on her, and she was no doubt still in shock from killing Azazel.

This was the last thing she needed right now. I wish I had protected her from this. I would have told her about Kyle’s death eventually, but not right after everything she had gone through today.

The last way I wanted her to start grieving for him was seeing his body like this.

“Belle, we should go back,” I said to her. “We need to bring his body to Elijah. We need to let him know what happened.”

My heart sank just thinking about it. Elijah already knew his mate was dead—he would be able to feel it through the bond.

Seeing his body like this would be grueling, and I doubted that Kyle would want Elijah to witness him like this, but I wouldn’t be the person to keep Elijah from seeing him.

If Belle died, there wasn’t anything on planet Earth that would prevent me from seeing her, from holding her against me one last time.

Belle shook her head again. “No!” she shouted. She put her hands on either side of his while she continued to sob. “No, he’s going to be fine. I’m going to make him fine. I’m not going to let him die.”

Heavy—everything felt heavy, my eyes, my heart, my limbs. This was all too much.

Belle wasn’t making any sense. She was in deep denial. I needed to get her away from here before she completely broke.

“Belle…,” I started, keeping my tone as gentle as possible. “He’s already dead. He’s been gone for a good while. There’s nothing we can do now but bring him back.”

I put my hands on her waist, getting ready to physically pull her away when she started to scream again.

“No! No, don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” She shoved my hands off her.

The way she looked at me with her red-rimmed eyes made it feel like I was being pressed down into the earth, both of our sorrow threatening to bury me.

“I’m going to help him,” she whispered. She sounded so desperate. “You have to let me help him. Just give me a few minutes, please. Then we can go back. But I need a few minutes. He’s not gone yet—he’s just not.”

I stared at her, trying to understand. What the hell did she think she was going to be able to do for him now? Kyle died the moment the force field had gone up.

The only good thing we could take away from that was that it was painless and quick. He didn’t have to suffer.

But if trying to help him now would help her go to sleep tonight, would help her to know that she did all she possibly could, then I would let her stay a little longer.

“Okay.” I nodded. “A few minutes.”

Intense relief surged through the bond. “Thank you,” she whispered.

She looked back down at Kyle’s barely recognizable face and put a hand on each cheek, in the same spots they had been before.

This time, though, she put her forehead down against his, closing her eyes tightly.

She simply held him like that for a long moment, tears racing down her cheeks and onto his.

After a few more seconds, she started to speak. “You’re okay. You’re okay, Kyle.

You’re going to be fine. Please, please be fine.”

This went on for several minutes. She whispered to herself while she held him, repeatedly saying that he was going to be okay.

I sat back and watched in silence, my heart breaking more and more with every second that passed. How long was I supposed to let this go on?

Her grief was causing her to hallucinate, to think she could bring a corpse back to life. To say I was worried was an understatement. Could all of this have something to do with her dad dying?

Maybe she felt like she could have done more. Was it possible that she blamed herself for his death?

Nearly ten minutes later, we were still there. I knew I had to pull her away eventually. I had a whole kingdom to take care of. Kyle was likely not the only person who died today.

I had to be there for my subjects. And this couldn’t be good for Belle, taking it upon herself to heal a dead man. What did it say about her mental state?

I was just about to put my hand on her back and tell her it was time to go when I heard someone approaching. The person’s footsteps moved quickly, telling me it was a vampire.

Minnie appeared a moment later. I wasn’t unhappy to see her. Maybe she could help me convince Belle to remove herself from Kyle’s body.

I wasn’t surprised to see her either. As the Mortar healer, she was called to where people were hurt.

She took in the scene silently. She looked at me first. She seemed unfazed by my nudity, but her lips turned down when she noticed all of the wounds I was sporting from Azazel and my battle.

Then her eyes moved to Belle crouching over Kyle. I saw the moment she realized exactly what had happened. Her body deflated before she looked back at me and shared a look of devastation and sorrow.

She came to stand next to us.

“I’ve been going around the border healing people who were affected by the force field,” she explained softly, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Many people have only been affected by the blow of it going up without actually getting hit. But we haven’t yet accounted for everyone…” she studied Kyle with red-rimmed eyes.

“Numerous people were beyond help. They…They were already gone.”

I nodded slowly. “I thought that would be the case. Thank you for helping the people that you did.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Alpha. He was a good beta,” Minnie continued.

“He’ll be missed,” I responded. “As will everyone we lost today. It’s a sad day in Zaweth.”

Minnie looked back at Belle. She was still crying, whispering words to Kyle that I could barely make out.

“Is she saying something?” Minnie asked.

“She’s telling him that he’s going to be okay. She said she’s trying to heal him,” I explained.

Minnie’s dark brows pulled together in confusion. “Heal him? Doesn’t she know he’s…?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s in shock. She’s been like this for ten minutes.”

Minnie let out a heavy sigh. “All right. Well, maybe we should—?” She cut herself off before she could finish, her eyes widening. “What the hell?”

I followed her line of sight until I was looking at the same thing she was. What the hell was right.

Kyle’s foot used to be in two pieces, split down the middle until halfway up his ankle, where it became one long cut. But that wasn’t the case anymore.

His foot…seemed to have mended itself. There wasn’t even a cut anymore, just a white scar.

And that scar traveled all the way up his leg, stopping right at his lower abdomen where I could literally see the skin repairing.

It was healing. His wounds were healing.

“How…? Is…Is the luna doing that?” Minnie asked, looking just as flabbergasted as I was.

“Fairy.” It was all I could bring myself to say because it was the only thing that made any sense. “It’s her powers.” I looked up at Minnie. “She’s using her fairy powers.”

Minnie’s eyes widened. “Because the two of you mated. The prophecy.”

When I looked back at Kyle’s body, his gruesome gash was still disappearing, turning into nothing more than forgotten trauma that seemed to have happened years ago.

I couldn’t help the way my chest filled with hope. Was it actually possible for Belle to heal Kyle after everything that had happened to him? To bring him back to life?

Belle was still kneeling over Kyle, her forehead to his, her hands grasping his cheeks.

“You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be fine, Kyle. I’m not going to let you die.

I’m not going to let you do that to Elijah. You’re going to be okay.”

She whispered things of that nature nonstop. I wasn’t even sure if she knew what she was doing, her eyes shut so tightly.

Hopefully, she could feel it, though—hopefully she knew about the magic that was taking place right now because of her.

It was several long minutes before his face started to heal, all of it slowly repairing itself like two pieces of fabric being sewn back together.

The scar was impressive, fully healed and spanning down the entire length of his body. Minnie and I sat in rapt attention, holding our breaths while we waited to see what was going to happen next.

“L-Luna?” Kyle’s voice suddenly groaned out. “Ooohh, you’re going to be in so much trouble when the alpha finds out you’re here.”

Belle finally leaned back to look at him, her breath catching in her throat. “Kyle?”

she whispered. “You’re… You’re okay?”

Kyle tilted his head in confusion. “Of course I’m okay. Are you worried about the explosion? What the hell even was that? And how did you get here? Does the alpha know you’re here?”

He sat up a bit, so he was leaning back on his elbows. “Is that blood on your face?”

Belle tried to laugh, but it came out more like a gasping sob. She covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, my gosh, you’re okay.” She launched herself into his arms.

Kyle caught her with a surprised grunt.

“I-I’m so glad you’re okay…,” she sobbed.

“What…?” Kyle asked, completely flabbergasted by Belle’s odd behavior. He finally looked at me, noticing my presence for the first time since he’d woken up.

His eyes widened. “I swear she hugged me, Alpha.”

His attention swung over to Minnie when she let out a giggle. “You saw it, right?” he asked her. “I had nothing to do with this!” He gestured down at my sobbing mate on his chest.

My laugh was deep and genuine and filled with relief. He thought I was pissed that he was touching Belle. Usually, that would be true. I would make an exception for today, though.

“What happened to you?” Kyle continued as he took in my appearance.

I was sure I looked pretty rough, still all bloody and bruised from the battle.

“Did you shift?”

Belle sat back, finally releasing him. She laughed while she wiped her nose and sniffled. Her gleeful eyes found mine. The broad smile she offered me may have been the sweetest thing I had ever seen.

It looked like Kyle was going to be okay. Azazel was dead. And my mate was a fucking badass fairy.

BELLE

THREE WEEKS LATER

There was nothing better than sitting in a tub of steaming hot water after a long day.

Grayson and I had to be up at the butt-ass crack of dawn for training, and then we were busy up until about ten o’clock that night.

And, yes, you read that right, Grayson was finally teaching me how to fight, despite my months of begging him.

Now that I was getting better at using my powers, Grayson knew he would never be able to keep me away from danger if I had my heart set on participating.

Locking me up with Liam would never happen ever again because I could just magically appear wherever I damn well pleased.

So Grayson agreed that if I was going to insist on putting myself in harm’s way rather than hiding away like a helpless doll, I might as well know how to defend myself.

In addition to all of this, after we finally mated for the first time, we couldn’t get enough of each other.

And I wasn’t just talking about sex—although the sex was great. We just wanted to be around each other constantly.

It felt good to know that Grayson truly hadn’t been avoiding me for all that time when he first brought me to Zaweth.

He was just sexually frustrated—to put it mildly—and being around me without being able to touch me only made his frustration a million times worse.

But now we could spend as much time with each other as we wanted—and, boy, did we take advantage of that. The only time we spent apart was when I went off with Minnie to help save someone’s life.

Healing people was the most rewarding experience ever. I understood why Minnie loved what she did so much. There was nothing quite like being the one to give a suffering person a little bit of peace.

Minnie’s and my powers were definitely different, but they usually ended with the same result.

If someone chopped their finger off, Minnie could heal it, so it was no longer an open wound. But it would still be a stub.

I, on the other hand, would be able to reattach the finger, to mend the skin back together so there was nothing left behind but a simple scar.

And most importantly, I could bring people back to life—a power that I developed after Kyle was killed by the force field.

But although I had been praised after discovering this ability, it had its downsides.

One was the time limit. I couldn’t do anything for a person who was gone longer than a few hours.

It was terrible to rush to help someone only to find that I was too late. And then, it became my responsibility to tell the family.

I also didn’t think it was fair for me to decide who got to live and who had to die. I didn’t want to play God. Therefore, I only brought people back to life on rare occasions.

My one exception was the day that Azazel killed countless people with the force field. I saved everyone I could, leaving only a few people who were beyond saving.

I had done what I could to help. And I felt unbelievably good about that.

Grayson and I were equals now, both respected and loved by our people. We shared the responsibilities and burdens of being rulers of Zaweth—of the supernatural.

And we loved each other. More than I ever thought it was possible for two people to love each other.

Grayson didn’t say anything as he entered the bathroom.

My lips turned up the tiniest bit, but otherwise, I stayed quiet too, keeping my eyes shut, even as I felt his gaze roam over my naked body and heard his breathing turn laborious.

I had left the bubbles out of my bath today for a reason.

I could hear rustling as he approached me and then quickly removed his clothes.

Neither of us spoke when he scooped me up in his arms and settled us back into the still-hot bath, with my back against his chest and his legs on either side of my hips.

He purred for me, the vibrations rolling through my body and settling in my core, making my pussy pulse with sudden need.

I hummed, knowing that his goal was to turn me on. As if I weren’t already turned on the moment he walked into the room.

I wasn’t the only one. I could feel his hard length pressing up against my lower back like an invitation, one I was eager to accept.

I didn’t hesitate before reaching behind me and wrapping my hand around him, giving his pulsing manhood a few strokes. He growled low.

Eagerness filling my chest, I turned and straddled his lap. I pressed my lips to his before grabbing his length once more and lowering myself down on him.

We both groaned in bliss against each other’s mouths as I started to ride him, squeezing my pussy around him in the way I knew he liked.

After a few moments, he removed his lips from mine and let his head lull back against the ridge of the tub.

He watched me bob up and down on his dick, taking in my bouncing breasts and blushed cheeks with a predatory look in his eyes.

I could already tell tonight was going to be a long night. And I was looking forward to every second of it.

Grayson had his hands on my hips to help guide me up and down his cock but otherwise left me to do what I wanted—to be in charge of both our pleasure.

My chest swelled. I was no longer afraid to touch him.

A few minutes later, we were both groaning in satisfaction as we came, me pulsing around him while he filled me up with his hot cum—a feeling I was never going to get sick of.

I leaned on his chest when we both came down while he ran a hand up and down my back in soft strokes. And I suddenly felt faint with loving him so much.

I told him exactly that. “I love you, Grayson,” I whispered against the skin of his chest.

His purring increased. “My perfect little mate.” He bent down and kissed my forehead. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”