Chapter 46 – 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

Without another word, she turned and sprinted up the stairs faster than I had ever seen a human run. I should have stopped her. I should have never let her into that room.

But my own worry for the alpha, traitorous as he might be, blocked my better judgment.

So instead I followed the luna until we made it into the alpha’s room. And I watched as her heart broke.

Grayson was sitting on the edge of the bed with a naked woman in his lap. Neither of them looked up as we came barging in, too consumed by their grinding bodies and nonstop kissing.

They hadn’t started mating yet, but it was obvious that they were about to.

I looked at the luna in shock, but she said nothing, only stared at her mate—my alpha—preparing to have sex with another woman. Her face held no expression, but she had gone pale and her body was swaying back and forth.

She looked like she would fall over or faint any second.

Although she and Grayson had never completed the mating process, she undoubtedly felt her soul being ripped in two, probably the worst feeling in the world.

I wasn’t going to let her stand there and watch as her mate, a man I no longer recognized, mated with someone else. I had to get her out of here.

I considered scooping her up and sprinting away with her, but I couldn’t.

I was too blinded by the rage telling me to beat Grayson to a pulp, alpha or not. The confusing behavior of the luna over the past couple of weeks was becoming clear.

It was Grayson who had hit her. Probably multiple times. He was neglecting her.

No wonder she looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks and had been practically reduced to a skeleton. I couldn’t let Grayson mate with someone else knowing that it would likely kill her.

She had been through enough already. She deserved better.

I had to stop him even if it meant risking my life and fighting him.

But first, I had to get the luna out of here.

I quickly stood in front of her, blocking her view.

Thankfully, she didn’t try moving past me, seeming too out of it to even notice. I grabbed her face and tilted her head up toward me.

“Luna,” I said.

She just stared straight ahead with a blank, dead look.

I wasn’t surprised; I would have acted the same way if this had happened to me.

But I had to keep at it.

“Luna! Look at me!”

Slowly her glossy eyes found mine.

“You need to get out of here,” I told her in the most urgent tone I could muster.

I glanced behind me. Grayson was now moving further with the other girl, back onto the bed, fiercely making out…

What the fuck is wrong with him?

He doesn’t care that his mate is in the room while he’s about to fuck some other girl?

The luna still wasn’t responding, continuing to stare at me without actually seeing me.

Was she even processing my words?

To emphasize my point, I pushed her backward just enough to get her to move. She stumbled toward the door. As she caught her balance, the zombie-like trance seemed to fade and the fog lifted from her expression.

Rather than words, a hard, broken sob left her mouth.

My heart broke. I knew she was finally beginning to understand what was happening.

That she was losing her mate. The tears started again. I approached quickly.

I wanted more than anything to pull her into my arms and hug her until she stopped crying, but now wasn’t the time.

“I know. I know, Luna”—I wiped her cheeks—“I know you’re feeling horrible, like you can’t move, but you need to get as far away from here as possible. Please leave.

Right now. Go. Now,” my last words were firm. I pushed her again, this time more forcefully.

She took a few steps back but didn’t keep going; it was like her feet were glued to the ground.

Her body was probably seeking the comfort of her mate, unaware that he was the one causing her pain. She wasn’t going to be able to do this on her own, then. She was going to need help.

Elijah!  I shouted to my mate through mind-link. ~Elijah, wake up!~

His sleepy voice answered.

What? Did the kitchen run out of coffee again? No need to sound so grumpy.

Elijah, I need you to meet the luna at the foot of the stairs in the front corridor. She’s going to be coming down soon and she’s going to need help.

I swallowed harshly, preparing to tell him the gory details.

There isn’t much time to explain, but the alpha is mating with someone else and the luna is in a lot of pain. I need you to take her as far away as you can get her.

Wherever she wants to go after that—I’ll meet you there with our stuff as soon as I can.

Elijah’s worry in the bond was almost drowning me. But I also felt determination.

He didn’t ask any questions. He immediately knew how serious this was.

I’ll do what I can, he said.

Then I directed my attention back to the broken-looking luna.

“I’m sorry, Luna. Elijah is going to meet you downstairs and get you out of here. You must move.”

I turned her body around and nudged her with the most force yet. At last with the momentum she needed, she stumbled out of the room, down the hall, toward the stairs, not looking back.

I listened until I heard the comforting voice of Elijah, ready to take care of her, and let out a breath of relief.

Then I turned back to Grayson, ready to do whatever was necessary to avenge the luna.

KYLE

The second I knew the luna was safe in Elijah’s care, I let my wolf take half control of my mind. Doing this didn’t bring on a shift but allowed the power of my wolf to enter my body, making me larger and stronger.

My anger blinded me to reason as my gaze fixed on Grayson and the girl on his lap.

No going back now.

Once I was in front of the bed, I grabbed the girl and threw her to the ground. She went tumbling, letting out a screech as her bare legs scraped against the hardwood floor.

I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty for using my strength against a defenseless wolf.

She knew she was betraying her luna and, therefore, her pack.

“Get out of here,” I said, grabbing her clothes pooled on the ground and tossing them at her. “Go!”

I was about to turn back to Grayson, ready to fight, when I noticed her eyes. Her irises were an unnatural dark blood-red. Then I watched, dumbfounded, as they turned to a normal hazel color. She frowned as her eyes cleared and scanned the room.

She looked down at the clothes I’d thrown at her, as if she’d only just realized she was naked.

Her face went pale and she hugged the clothing to her body, trying to cover as much as she could. She looked at Grayson, who was still on the bed in only his boxers.

“What…?” She didn’t finish.

With tangible confusion and embarrassment in the air, she sprinted out of the room. The image of her terrifying red eyes burned in my mind as I turned back to Grayson. I didn’t have time to consider what the red irises meant.

Perhaps she was under a spell? Maybe she had some gene mutation?

All I knew was that I had never seen anything like it—not in werewolves, at least.

Lying back on the bed, Grayson growled loudly at me.

“You’ve ruined my fun,” he said sternly. “I thought gammas were supposed to help their alphas. You just threw out an opportunity at claiming more power.”

He had been my alpha for several years now. I had been lucky enough to watch him grow as a leader, developing the skills to make hard decisions and the compassion to guide his people no matter the circumstance.

In this moment, staring at a man I no longer recognized, who couldn’t possibly be my alpha, I realized the things that I had idolized him for had all been an act. All performed to obtain and retain power. My wolf surged forward and took control over my mind and actions. Both of us could only focus on one thing.

Avenging our luna and getting revenge.

My fist went flying before I could fully comprehend my actions. Fueled by raw anger, it connected with Grayson’s face with more force than I knew I had in me, resulting in a satisfying crunch. Grayson let out a sound of surprise as his head flew to the side.

A hissing noise I had never heard him make before came from his throat.

I didn’t give him time to react as I repositioned my arm for another punch, hoping to break his nose with this one. But then Grayson grabbed my fist, halting my movements.

“Stop,” he said calmly.

His jarring tone reached my ears and, like magic, immediately caused my body to freeze.

I grunted in discomfort and shock—it was as if I were made of ice, frozen and cold, shivers running down my spine. I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried.

My wolf howled in my head, wanting to charge forward and bang on my skull so that he could get out. But he was completely frozen too.

Panic encased me. How had Grayson done this? How was this possible?

He wasn’t looking at me. He still had his head turned away, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, and he dropped my fist.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” I seethed.

I tried once again to move my body, but I was stuck in the same position, fist raised.

Grayson rubbed at his jaw.

“You carry a mean punch, little wolf.”

My wolf bristled at the insult.

“I can see why he wanted you to be his beta.”

I was barely listening, too focused on moving my body. “Let me move!” I yelled.

He shook his head, his eyes finally meeting mine. They were blood-red just like the girl’s.

I sucked in a breath.

---