Chapter 60 – 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 didn’t take long for people to start falling.

I took vampires down one by one easily and with efficiency. One bite to their neck was all it took for their heads to be off their shoulders and rolling on the ground.

I had no mercy for these creatures that were only created to kill and wreak havoc, who were standing between Azazel and me.

I worked my way through the crowd, knowing I would find Azazel at the back of it, looking over the destruction and mayhem he created.

I was a man possessed, fueled by anger and the need for revenge. The death of Azazel’s clan meant nothing to me.

Howling sounded behind me. I knew immediately what it meant. Kyle was trying to get my attention. It was the only thing that was able to interrupt my concentration.

I looked behind me, trying to locate Kyle, when a vampire threw himself at me, clamping its teeth into my neck. I growled and threw him off me just as another vampire bit into my leg.

I kicked her off with ease, my fury only growing. I was outside of the throng now, no one around me.

Kyle howled again in the distance. My eyes found him fighting directly in the middle of the battle.

As if he could sense my attention on him, I heard him speak into my mind. “Are you seeing what I am?”  he asked me.

I looked around, my eyes scanning the crowd. “What?”

He jerked his head toward the pack grounds. “There’s something stopping Azazel’s clan from entering pack territory.”

I looked behind him, suddenly noticing exactly what he was talking about, although it was hard to pick out. It seemed as though a giant, glimmering dome was spanning over pack lands.

Several wolves and vampires were standing on one side of it, snarling at the vampires on the other side. I narrowed my eyes at them, frowning.

Were they hiding behind the protective field instead of fighting?

Then one of Azazel’s vampires—a younger boy, no older than seventeen or eighteen

—raced toward them, obviously looking for a fight, but as soon as he came in contact with the barely visible wall, he fell to the ground.

He screamed in agony and rolled around for a few seconds, twitching as if he had been electrocuted and fighting what seemed to be an intense pain before he eventually stopped.

Dead. He was dead.

“What the hell is that?”  I asked Kyle.

There was a protective field around the pack for keeping outsiders out, but this was much different than that. That field didn’t kill—it only stopped unwanted guests.

Several more vampires raced toward the field without thinking, focused on attacking the few that were standing on the other side, only to meet the same fate as their friend.

Their screaming was louder than anyone else’s, ringing in my ears with its intensity as soon as they touched the field. Then it suddenly made sense.

The pack members standing on the other side weren’t hiding or being cowards; they were using the deadly field as a way to kill Azazel’s clan. They were pouring them into the force field like bugs to a moth catcher.

Little by little, more of my pack began to notice what was happening and took action. They entered the shimmering dome with ease—some dragging themselves and others to get to the other side.

Azazel’s clan didn’t catch on so quickly. The new vampires were young, untrained, and starving for blood.

They were desperate for a fight and willing to do anything to sink their fangs into something with blood, whether a wolf or another vampire. Some were attacking each other.

I knew this bloodlust was meant to work to Azazel’s advantage. It didn’t matter who they were killing as long as they were rabid enough to take down my army in the process.

But as more and more of my army started to retreat behind the deadly force field, Azazel’s vampires started to attack each other.

They were killing each other—ripping each other’s throats out, running into the force field. Azazel’s army wasn’t going to last much longer.

Kyle knew what to do without me telling him. His voice filled my mind, yelling at the pack members to go behind the force field.

It didn’t take long for Casimir to catch on or start yelling at his army members to get behind the force field.

We were going to win this battle. But I hadn’t gotten what I wanted.

I looked back at the trees, scanning them for any sign of Azazel. I knew he was out there, hiding in the shadows. I also knew he wasn’t going to come out.

He was losing. There was no way around it. His army was dwindling with every passing second. Azazel knew it, too—he knew there was nothing he could do to prevent his defeat.

He was panicking, cowering in the shadows.

It didn’t matter, though. I was going to find him. I was going to hunt him down and make him pay for what he did.

“Alpha?”  Kyle spoke in my mind. ~“What are you doing?”~

I growled, sprinting to the tree line. I knew Azazel was out there. I could sense him nearby, could practically smell his fear.

My bloodlust grew to an all-time high as my wolf took over, my instincts telling me to avenge my mate.

“I’m going to find that motherfucker, and I’m gonna rip him to shreds,”  I said.

BELLE

Evergreen, Maine,  the town’s sign had read. ~The most delightful place on Earth.~

Yeah, delightful my ass.

I was sitting on the bench on the side of the road, watching people as they walked past. My suitcase sat next to me on one side, and my backpack sat on the other.

Why the hell had I come here?

This was never my plan. In fact, I hadn’t planned to go anywhere, really. When I got on a Greyhound bus back in Minnesota, I had no idea where I was going to end up.

All I knew was I wanted to get as far away from Grayson and my old life as possible.

And I had done exactly that.

I’d sat on that bus for hours upon hours, watching as we passed through city after city—state after state. I’d switched buses whenever we got to a new station, always choosing to go north.

I’d gone as far north as I could without crossing into Canada until, finally, I’d ended up where I was now, in a small town in Maine, as far away from the bad memories as I could possibly be.

Evergreen was beautiful and quaint. It was also a tourist destination—a nice one geared toward rich families looking to spend their vacation on the coast.

Its main street, where all the shops and restaurants were located, looked out over the Atlantic Ocean.

And if you turned to face the opposite direction, there were mountains and a huge, fancy ski resort that I was sure was extremely busy during the winter.

The beaches were filled with tourists tanning and swimming, basking in the hot summer sun.

In the main part of town, the shops were all uniform, spanning either side of the streets, luring people in with their beautiful window displays and expensive items.

Streetlights lit the scenic cobblestone roads, and everyone seemed to know everybody else. I passed families and smiling faces everywhere I went.

At first, I considered myself lucky to have ended up here. This was the sort of town that I could really see myself settling down in, starting a whole new life where no one could find me.

I felt like Lorelai Gilmore, stepping into Stars Hollow for the first time, ready to break away from my toxic past.

But after spending nearly an entire day here, I quickly realized that Evergreen was nothing like Stars Hollow.

Sure, the town looked like it was straight out of a Hallmark movie, but the locals would’ve been better suited to participate in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

The only way I could think to describe them was… strange.  It was like they somehow knew I wasn’t some other tourist they could suck money from.

They stared at me as I passed as if I were some sort of zoo animal out on the loose in their picturesque town.

I kept hearing them whisper behind my back, and when I turned to look at them, they would look away quickly, acting like they hadn’t been watching and talking about me.

It felt like my every move was being watched as I walked down the street, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.

I knew I looked out of place.

I was wearing the same old, wrinkly clothes I had been wearing when I left Grayson, my hair could definitely have used a good brushing, and my face was still healing from Grayson breaking my cheekbone several weeks ago.

Okay, so out of place maybe wasn’t the best way to describe my current state… I was a hot mess. I might as well have had “Just escaped an abusive relationship”

written across my forehead.

Based on the looks I was getting from the locals, you would’ve assumed I had three heads or something.

My priority today had been getting a job. So far, however, that was not going too well. Every time I walked into a shop, restaurant, or business of any kind, the employees started acting weird around me.

Most evaded my questions, while others turned me away without even giving me a chance to speak. Some people even avoided me altogether as if they had seen me come in and assumed I had the plague.

It didn’t matter, though. They could stare all they wanted. I had decided that I was here now, and I was going to make the best of it. I deserved to settle down in a town as nice as this.

I deserved to have a good life, one where I didn’t think of Grayson every two seconds. And as much as I tried to make that happen, I was beginning to realize that that was easier said than done.

The harder I tried to push him and the memories of what he had done to me out of my head, the stronger they seemed to invade my mind.

It was almost as if I were incapable of thinking of anything other than my ex-mate, the man who ripped my heart out of my chest and tore it into a million pieces.

The pain was the worst part. My entire body ached.

My muscles felt like I had just run an entire marathon without any previous training and then kept on going even after finishing, pushing my body beyond its limit until I was on the verge of collapsing.

My feet dragged with every step I took, and my shoulders slumped from exhaustion.

Grayson’s mark on my neck burned like it had when he had first given it to me all those months ago, and I had locked myself away in a hotel room in order to stay away from him.

It seemed to have become infected, too, becoming red and blotchy.

I knew it was only going to get worse. I wasn’t sure how I knew this, but I could tell that it was our mate bond trying to push us together again.

It didn’t understand that Grayson was no longer my mate, that he had chosen to be with someone else over me.

And that he had made me fall in love with him, only to destroy me in the most painful way possible and throw my love back in my face.

But as bad as all that was, none of it was compared to the pounding inside my head.

Before this, I had never been one to get headaches.

Every once in a while, I would experience a dull ache when I was about to get my period, but it was never anything like this.

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