Chapter 59 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

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Zoe gasped. She cupped her hands around her mouth and then put them to my ear.

“Did you know that’s a real-life vampire, Alpha Grayson? You can tell from his teeth.”

“I think it’s time you return to the pack house, Zoe. Where you’re supposed to be,” I told her. Even though I knew that Zagan wouldn’t do anything to hurt Zoe, I still didn’t want her around him.

I set her down on the ground. “Brent!” I called out to one of the pack members nearby. He was in front of me in an instant.

“Will you take Zoe back to the pack house? And make sure someone is looking after her, so she doesn’t sneak away again.”

Zoe complained and fought with me for a while but eventually went with Brent in defeat.

Zagan looked amused when I turned back to him. “I would have never expected the great Alpha Grayson to have a soft spot for kids.”

“Is there a reason you came over here, King Zagan?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes, actually. I thought it might be a good idea to warn you before I brought an army of vampires onto your territory.”

My wolf and vampire came to the surface. “What?” I snapped.

Zagan jerked his chin toward the horizon. “See for yourself.”

I snapped my gaze to where he was looking, sucking in a sharp breath as I saw hundreds of vampires, all dressed in battle attire, approaching us.

I felt a burst of wind next to me. Kyle.

“Uh… Say, Alpha, are you seeing the scary group of vampires approaching us? Or is that just me?” he asked. “They’re definitely not the army of newborns we’re preparing for.”

They had to be the royal army. “Care to explain?” I asked Zagan.

Zagan smiled. “You didn’t think I was going to leave you and your pack on your own, did you? It’s my brother we’re about to fight. Therefore, it’s my battle just as much as it is yours.

“And I have a perfectly good army just waiting to be used.” In a flash, Zagan was on the other side of the field, meeting the leader of the army and who I could only assume to be his firstborn son.

Kyle laughed. “Well, shit. This is gonna be interesting.”

 Another hour of training passed by in a blur.

Casimir continued to lead my pack members, running them through different drills and scenarios to ensure they would be prepared for any sort of trick that a newborn vampire could pull on them.

Only, now, in addition, we had real vampires fighting with us. Zagan’s army was well-trained and lethal.

After the initial shock of seeing thousands of vampires just waltzing onto my territory, it became clear just how useful these vampires would be during the battle. I was grateful to have them here.

I watched from afar during most of the training, assessing the different skills of all my warriors.

Under normal circumstances, my pack army consisted of the largest, strongest pack members, both male and female.

However, due to the severity of the upcoming war, almost every single able-bodied wolf over the age of eighteen had volunteered to be here and was working their ass off for the sake of the pack.

People came and went for breaks or to get food, but for the most part, we had spent the entire day training. I had never been more proud of my pack in my entire life.

I eventually joined them in training, wanting to test out my own fighting skills, especially now that I had a new vampire species inside me. I was surprised by how easily the movements came back to me.

I hadn’t exactly had a lot of time to train over the last few months. Even though I had already been an exceptional fighter before, I found myself moving faster than ever.

It felt as though I was moving in slow motion, although I knew I was really moving so quickly that I was basically a blur in the wind. Each one of my actions was graceful and well thought out.

I had always enjoyed training and testing my skills. Even now, I put all of the anger and aggression I had been feeling over the last few months into the training exercises.

It helped that, although I tried to stop it, my mind was filled with thoughts of Belle.

I expected the constant images of her that were running through my head to be distracting, but they weren’t; they did the opposite. They helped me.

Seeing her beautiful face in my mind fueled my anger toward Azazel and made me fight harder.

None of my pack members stood a chance against me, even when I was fighting over ten of them at a time. Neither did the vampires.

The new strength that I held, thanks to the vampire within me, was unbelievable. I was basically unstoppable.

“All right, Alpha,” Kyle said to me right after I had simultaneously taken down three of the best warriors in our army. He approached me with a look of determination in his eyes. “Let’s do this.”

I raised a brow, feeling an amused smile take over my face. “You want to fight me?”

Kyle shrugged and then turned his head to crack his neck, getting into a proper fighting stance. “Yeah. I can see how big your head is getting. I think you need to be taken down a few notches.”

I laughed. “And you think you’ll be the person to do that?”

“I am the only other hybrid here, aren’t I?” Kyle replied.

I nodded. “Fair enough.” I got into my fighting stance. “Let me know if you need to tap out, Beta.”

Kyle laughed, rolling his shoulders back. “Fat chance.”

“Alpha!” someone’s frantic voice called out from behind us, interrupting Kyle’s and my battle right before we started. One of my pack members was sprinting toward us, eyes wide in panic.

I was off in a second, meeting him halfway across the field.

“The Clan of Azazel,” he panted. “I saw them. Just over the horizon. They’ll be here soon.”

The group around us turned silent, all looking at me to see what to do next.

I nodded once. “Then it’s time. You all know what to do.”

Everyone around us fled in a nervous flutter, all preparing for battle.

“You ready?” I addressed Kyle.

He wasn’t looking at me. His gaze was glued to something in the distance, his eyes narrowed in confusion. “Elijah?” he asked.

I followed his gaze. Sure enough, Elijah was walking toward us. My heart immediately dropped. No, no, no, no. He was supposed to be with Belle! What the hell was he doing here?

Both Kyle and I took off running. Kyle got to Elijah first, hugging him to his body and inspecting him to see if he was hurt.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Kyle yelled at his mate. “The battle is about to start!” He looked over his shoulder to see our pack members and Zagan’s army lining up in preparation.

We couldn’t see the Clan of Azazel yet, but I had no doubt that would change very soon.

Elijah glanced at me nervously. “Um…,” he started.

“Where’s Belle?” I demanded. “Why the fuck aren’t you with her?”

Kyle growled, tugging Elijah closer to him.

“I-I looked everywhere, Alpha. I promise,” Elijah tried to explain. “I couldn’t find her.”

I stepped forward threateningly, about ready to murder everyone in sight. “What do you mean?” I growled out.

“She’s not in Minneapolis,” Elijah continued. “She left hours ago, based on her scent.”

I could hear the sound of pounding footsteps in the distance and knew it was the Clan of Azazel approaching us. “Then where the hell is my mate?”

GRAYSON

“I’m so sorry, Alpha,” Elijah continued. “I followed her scent as far as I could. It stopped at a bus stop.”

“Fuck,” Kyle said. “Fuck, that means she could be anywhere.”

I looked to the horizon where the Clan of Azazel was approaching quickly, hundreds of vampires looking for blood.

I was torn—part of me wanted to protect my pack, to go fight with them and lead them, but the other part—perhaps the bigger part—wanted, needed, to go find my mate.

I wasn’t anything without her.

“Alpha?” Elijah asked. “What do you want me to do?”

I knew I didn’t have an option. My voice came out gruff and deep—more wolf than man. “Shift. We have some vampires to fight.”

We didn’t approach the army of Azazel. Instead, we let them come to us.

It felt like they were moving in slow motion even though they were sprinting toward us, looking rabid and bloodthirsty, snarling and baring their fangs.

I was sure it was meant to look intimidating, but it only made them look messy and untrained. Azazel didn’t know how to lead an army—not in the same way his brother did.

My pack, along with Casimir’s army of vampires, stood in the field, their stance stiff and prepared for the violence we knew was to come.

I stood at the front of the pack, in wolf form, Kyle at my side. A chorus of low growls rang behind me.

My wolf was the most furious of all. He wanted revenge—revenge in the form of broken bones, spilled blood, and torn flesh.

All of his instincts were telling him to take out his fury and worry for his mate on Azazel, determined that he would not live to see the morning.

My vampire was at the surface as well, ready for a fight. I had no doubt my eyes were a dark red with the presence of both creatures.

I was still getting used to having both inside of me and the new strength that came with them.

I was by far the biggest wolf here—the only other one who could even somewhat compare being Kyle, who was still significantly smaller.

I was confident in my new skills and knew that when it came down to a fight between Azazel and me, I would win without any difficulty.

But Azazel was known for his cowardice. Even now, he wasn’t at the front of his army like you would expect a leader to be.

He was hiding behind his army, just as I predicted he would be. But that wouldn’t stop me from finding him. He was nearby; his scent was in the air.

His blood would be on my hands by the end of the night. Of that, I was sure.

Azazel’s army was close now, so close that their scent of blood and sweat was nearly suffocating. My pack started stepping forward. We wouldn’t wait any longer.

And then the fight began.

Everything happened so fast. We clashed together—wolves and vampires slamming into one another with such intensity that I was sure it could have been heard from across the large field.

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