Chapter 6: Kidnapped

DRAVEN’’S POV

Tarren and I arrives at the mating ball looking dandy in our blue matching Tux. And immediately snags the attention of the crowd. We are hot and we know it. 

We pranced through the gathered crowd like we owned the room, looking for our friends who had gone on before us. The room is packed with wolves from various Packs, and pheromornes abound everywhere. 

I could the female hungry eyes eating my brother and I, all of them wearing a hopeful eager looks for them to be the one. 

We are hot catch, and many have approached our parents seeking to match make us with their daughters, but my parents made it clear to them we are waiting for our mates. 

This is true for me, but for Tarren? 

Well, let’s say he searches for his mate in every lips he encounters. 

I look around the faces standing about the room searching for her. Of course she is late, I sneer in my mind, not harshly, just stating the obvious. Or maybe with a little annoyance. 

I have been looking forward to this day ever since I first saw her. 

Flash back to thirteen years ago. 

We are all sitting down in class, first day as a grade schooler. Most of the kids around me are crying looking nervous. Tarren had shot off, looking for trouble, while I sat calmly on my seat reading a book. 

I was the quiet twin even back then. 

And then she walks in, in her long pigtail, and snags my attention with her gorgeous, innocent face. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She walked into the room like she owned it. 

Even at such a young age, Soraya was confident, and always walked the room like she is meant to be a star. 

Most new students are always nervous on their first day, but not Soraya. She introduced herself boldly and eloquently, and staring at her speak, I knew I was going to marry her in the future. 

When our eyes met across the room after her introduction, something snapped into place in my heart, and I knew she was mine. 

Fast forward to an hour later, I go to take a stool in the class, unaware that the blonde is about to sit on it, and she crashes to the ground. 

This attracts humorous laughter from the class, while I stood there holding the stool with a frozen expression, not knowing what to do. By the time I open my mouth to apologise Soraya had already run from the room in tears. 

Later that day, I summoned the courage to apologise but the blonde wouldn’t hear me out. It was my first taste of her stubbornness, and her anger. She believes I had done that on purpose and from then on, the blonde hated my guts. 

At least that is what I believe caused the rift between us. 

But tonight it all changes. 

I know you are wondering how I am so sure that she is going to be my mate. Well, let’s say I know it strongly in my heart, and feel it in my bones. 

And now if she would just get here, we would get the show on the road. 

I slip my hand into my pocket, take a flute of champagne from the tray going around the room, and pretends to listen to the conversation going on around me. 

I didn’t contribute much because my attention was split between the group and the door. 

While my attention was on Tony speaking, I feel a change in the atmosphere. Like an electric tension in the air, and I look in the direction my senses were urging me to look. 

Hunter stirs in my mind, as if he too could feel something epic is about to happen. 

There standing a few distances away from me, about to take a sip from the glass in her hand is the girl I have been waiting for. 

As if the universe orchestrated our meeting, the path connecting us is clear of bodies, giving us a direct sight to each other. 

Our wolves immediately recognised each other as mate as soon as our eyes slammed into each other. My heart leaps with joy, while her eyes gawks at me in shock. 

She spluttered her drinks, eliciting a humorous smirk from me. 

She is so cute, I think as I began to advance towards her, my whole being focused on her. Nothing else existed for me. The room disappeared and she is all I could see. 

My mate. 

I get close to her, and the first thought that hits my mind is how much I want to kiss her, but she seems a lot shocked at this development. 

I watch with a disheartened feeling as those gorgeous green eyes transformed from their widened shocked expression, to the narrowness of one about to do something terrible. 

Something I am obviously not going to like. 

“I Soraya King, reject you, Draven Knight as my mate?”

Her words slams into my chest, penetrating the muscles and bones and going for the delicate organ that resides in its cages. Once it got to it, it strikes like a sharp sword, wounding and causing it to bleed like it has never. 

The pain was excruciating and overwhelming. 

Nothing has ever hurt as it does. 

I peer into her eyes to see her green eyes glowing with the energy of her words. She honestly doesn’t want me as a mate. The realisation hurt as much as her words did. 

But I am not going to take no for answer. Not after waiting all these years to make her mine. 

“No,” I snarl the words, my expression stern, and possessive. I am going to make it known to her that she belongs to me and no one else. 

Her jaw drops to the ground and she gapes at me in shock. 

Taking advantage of her frozen state, I move in an kissed her.

SORAYA’S POV

Okay what is happening here? 

Draven is kissing me!

Why the fuck am I allowing this? Why am I not stepping away? 

I will tell you why. 

Because it is fucking amazing. 

But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that it is Draven Fucking Knight that is kissing me. My sworn enemy. 

No! I won’t allow it. 

I forceful snatch my lips from him, the damn thing still tingling. Furious, I raise my hand and slapped him. How dare you?! 

He holds his cheeks, and stares at me with light amusement. 

“That is the second time you have slapped me,” he says softly, no hint of anger. 

“And I will slap you again if you ever lay your stinking lips on mine again,” I snarl and stormed off, my body vibrating with fury. 

“Fuck!” I scream when I get outside, feeling lots of emotions inside.  

I don’t know who I am fucking angry at. Draven for his audacity or myself for enjoying it. 

I feel a presence beside me, my wolf stirring, but before I could get out of my head to react, a bag flies over my head and the next thing I know I am being shooved into what feels like a van. 

Fuck! Am I being kidnapped? 

I began to resist, and kick at the several hands trying to push me into the van. 

My nails enlongates into claws and I began to shift. 

“Fuck, she is about to shift,” I hear one of them say, and the next thing I know, a needle is piercing the skin of my neck and a drug is being injected. 

It kicks in immediately, making me feel drowsy. My heart raced in panic. I managed to scream for help through the Pack link before I lost consciousness.