Chapter 51 – Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson) Online Free by Annie Whipple

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I gritted my teeth.

“I’m sorry, Elijah,” I started, “but as your beta I command you to come to the packhouse and leave the luna.”

I’m not leaving her without giving her some sort of explanation.  ~Elijah still resisted.

I looked at Zagan. “He wants to give her an explanation.”

“Tell him he can’t. He cannot risk worrying the luna and causing her to follow,”

Zagan replied.

I could feel Elijah starting to speak to the luna. My mouth opened in accord with Zagan’s orders.

“Stop!” I exclaimed through mind-link. He was trying to explain about the vampires. “As your beta, I command you not to tell her anything else.”

Elijah fought the command, which was painful. Defying the command of a higher-ranking wolf went against everything in our nature.

Kyle, why are you doing this? Stop. Please,  ~he linked.

My wolf whimpered in my mind. We were hurting our mate.

“Stop fighting it, Elijah, you’re only hurting yourself.”

He wasn’t listening—he was still trying to communicate with the luna and go against orders.

“Elijah—as your beta, I command you to follow—”

I am not leaving her!  he shot back in a strained growl.

“Tell him she will die if she comes with him,” Minnie said. “Tell him she’ll die unless she gets as far away as possible.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Listen to me, Elijah. The luna is in danger. There’s a war coming, and she can’t be here for it. Please trust me. This is for the best. Come back.”

What war?  ~Elijah’s answer came back, confounded.

“Tell him to stop worrying her,” Casimir said.

Oh great, another vampire telling me what to do with his stupid mind powers.

“Tell him to say he has to go back to the packhouse and to put on his best smile and walk away. Tell him not to say anything else about what’s going on,” Casimir said.

The only reason I was so quick to follow his command this time was because I desperately wanted Elijah’s pain to stop. He needed to trust me.

“As your beta…” I ground my teeth. “… I command you not to upset the luna. Tell her you have to go back to the packhouse. Then put on your biggest smile and leave. Make sure she is not following you, or she risks death. Please, Elijah. It’s the only way to keep her safe.”

Finally, I felt his resolve through the bond. My words had gotten through to him.

We wanted the same thing.

“Is he doing it?” Minnie asked.

I nodded. “He’s leaving her now.” I focused on the mate bond. “She’s trying to come with, but he’s stopping her.”

Zagan nodded in approval. “Good.”

I looked down at the unconscious Grayson. Nothing had changed yet, but he was still breathing, thank God. I sighed.

The alpha, Elijah, and the luna were all safe. Things were going to be okay.

Suddenly, something sharp poked through the inside of my bottom lip. I tasted copper.

What the…?

I opened my mouth and touched the inside of my bottom lip.

I looked at the blood on my finger in confusion. How had that happened?

Then my teeth began to move. Pain shot through my face. I cried out.

Touching my canines, I realized they were growing larger. And sharper.

In fact, they were no longer canines at all.

They were fangs.

“Oh, yeah,” mentioned Minnie casually, “we should probably get you inside and lying down. Your transition is starting.”

GRAYSON POV

My wolf was practically screaming, waking me up from a sleep full of nightmares.

My head was pounding as he howled his displeasure, pushing me to wake up.

I groaned, shifting my weight on the mattress.

What the fuck is going on? Where am I?

“Alpha,” I heard a voice say in the distance, “Alpha, wake up.”

I groaned again, wanting to push away the too-loud voice until I figured out what was happening.

Why’s he yelling, anyway?

Something was off. Everything around me felt softer, harder, sharper, more textured than ever before. I gripped the sheets beneath me, tightening my hands into fists around them.

It was as if I could feel every thread in the fabric woven in the intricate design that made the sheet. There were strange scents in the air, too; new people that I had never met before were in the room, leaving traces of blood and woodsy cologne.

Their potency overwhelmed me, in fact made me want to cover my nose.

A small hand touched my shoulder.

“Alpha Grayson, can you hear me?” a squeaky, feminine voice said.

I ignored it. I didn’t like the voice. I didn’t like the touch. My wolf wouldn’t shut up: he kept repeating a name over and over again. I liked the name. I enjoyed the sound of it. I wanted to keep hearing it.

Belle. Belle. Belle. Belle. Belle! BELLE!

My eyes snapped open.

“Belle,” I growled.

Everything came rushing back in an instant.

Azazel. The war. Kyle. Belle. Belle was hurt. I had to get to Belle.

“Alpha,” a familiar voice said next to me, “thank God. I thought you’d had an aneurysm or something.”

I propelled my body off of the bed, moving faster than I’d expected, practically flying into the air. Then I composed myself. I hadn’t been in my body for a while; perhaps I’d forgotten how to use it. My eyes found the speaker—Kyle—and searched the room. Multiple people here, none of them the one I wanted.

My blind anger guided me as I grabbed Kyle by the collar.

“Where the fuck is Belle?” I snarled. I barely recognized my own voice—it sounded lower, scary even. My wolf added to the gravel in my tone, but he wasn’t the only presence speaking.

There was something I didn’t recognize sitting directly on my chest, hissing, turning my breath ragged and strained. Its soul was darker than my wolf’s, and just as powerful.

“She’s safe,” Kyle replied immediately, “she’s okay.”

That wasn’t good enough for me.

“Where?” I asked again, lifting him off the ground. “Where is my mate?”

Kyle swallowed harshly. I could hear his saliva travel down his throat and into his stomach. Strange.

“I don’t know,” he said in genuine grief, “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

The loudest growl I’d ever heard came from my wolf, reverberating through my chest and out of my mouth. The floors and walls shook. I was close to shifting. Hair began to sprout from my arms. My muscles started to stretch. Something sharp pierced the inside of my lower lip.

“Now is not the time to shift,” a voice said behind me. “Control your wolf.”

There was no mistaking the powerful wave that washed over me.

It was the command of a Mortar.

My muscles tightened as I waited for the order to take me over and force me to do its bidding.

To my surprise, it never did.

I paused. The vampire’s command hadn’t worked.

And I could tell that no command coming from him or any Mortar would be successful anymore. How I could know this I wasn’t sure, but I felt complete mastery over my mind and body—like a permanent mental block had been put up.

Fury raced through me like fire.

I swerved to meet the eyes of the Mortar. I was surprised not to see the face of Azazel.

Instead I was looking at Zagan Mortar, king of the vampires.

I had no idea what he was doing standing in my bedroom, but it didn’t matter—at least not then. What mattered was that he had ordered me to rein in my wolf as if I hadn’t just spent months in his brother’s control.

I moved so quickly I barely comprehended it.

Soon I was in front of him, towering over him, though he didn’t so much as flinch.

“Give me an order again,” I hissed, “and I will not hesitate to tear you limb from limb. King or no king.”

Zagan seemed surprised but unperturbed. Under different circumstances I would have smiled.

Vampires were fast, strong, and nimble, but nowhere near as powerful as werewolves.

The only clan that could pose a threat to us were the royals, and only because the Mortars had the power to control others with their words.

Without that power they were defenseless.

For some reason, Zagan no longer had that power over me.

Which meant—and we both knew it—that I could snap him like a twig right then and there if I so chose.

Zagan nodded once, never dropping his gaze from mine.

My wolf growled his approval and insisted we treat Azazel the same way next time we saw him. Only, with him, we wouldn’t hesitate to kill.

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