บททั้งหมดของ The runaway mate : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Stacy Pov  Beauty.  That name makes my stomach drop, it makes me sick to the gut. "H-how is this possible? You're supposed to be dead or bedridden!" I shout, backing away from him until my back hits the wall. "Oh, yeah? After that stunt you pulled." He burst out laughing, "you can never escape from me, Stacy."  I shudder at his voice, as I feel my body begin to shake. My heart beat speeds up as my palm begins to sweat. I begin to take deep breaths, trying to keep it under control. I'm here with my mate, in my pack, where I belong. What can he do? Yes, nothing.  "How come you're still alive? I stabbed you in all possible places. You're supposed to be six feet under." Frustrated, yet confused.  He grinned, " perks of being a werewolf and having a witch friend, beauty darling." "Don't cal

Jordan's Pov I hated cutting Stacy off like that, I could tell she was well spent and clearly not thinking well. She must have been very frightened, and the drug was messing with her head. Making her think Matt kidnapped Holly and drugged her. It just doesn't make any sense. She must have not overcome what Matt did to her. Just thinking about what he did to my mate makes my blood boil, if she didn't kill him, I would have. "Come on, let go." James says as we all shift into our wolves, before surrounding the warehouse Holly is.  Have never seen James like this before, he's so uptight. He's terrified of losing Holly. We all need our mate, and female betta. James barged the front door of the warehouse, breaking it down, he went in and we all followed after. We began searching everywhere for Holly.  "Fuck!" James screams in our head, I turn to him and see him holding a piec

Stacy's Pov  I aimed the gun at Matt's leg and pulled the trigger. His scream is a sweet pleasure in my heart. I stabbed my dagger into his right thigh since I shot his left leg. I moved to one of his hands and designed it as I pleased, when I was done and satisfied. I look up at his painful expression. I wonder how he hasn't passed out yet.  I return his sickening smile that he once gave me. "Don't ever underestimate me, Matt. I can kill you if I actually want to." I trail the dagger up to his face. "There's nothing much fun than causing pain to the likes of you." I slash his cheek while he groans in pain. "Next time, you try to come anywhere near my family. I'll feed you your heart as I promised earlier." I stood up and threw the dagger at a far distance away from him. "Let's get out of here, I hate this place." I told Holly as soon as she wore her last piece of clothing. "It will take a while before

Stacy's Pov I closed my eyes as soon as I opened it, the sun shining in through the window. I close my eyes again before blinking, trying to adjust to the light as I look around the room. I roll over and I'm greeted with soft, warm fur. Jay.  I can't stop the smile that appears on my face as he stirs and nuzzles into me. I pay his fur affectionately and kiss his nose. His body vibrates with a welcome purr. He leans forward and licks my cheek. I giggle and he gives me a wolfy smile at the sound. "Hey, wolfy," I say quietly. I can't hide the sadness on my face as he whines in response. I'll never forget his pained howl when I walked away from him last night. The sound cut through me and I felt my heart break into two. I lean forward as I bump my head against his and snuggle back to his side. He curls his body around me and his tail flo

Jordan Pov I couldn't sleep. Everytime I close my eyes, my brain starts to churn. What she has been through, how close I had come to losing her. As soon as I thought about how she looked, when she bent and puked all her guts out, my eyes would snap back open on their own to study her. Watch the lazy rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps, ogle the pink on her cheeks to make sure blood is flowing through them. That she was still alive. I would press myself further against her, allow her warmth to sleep into me like a cure to an open wound. It wasn't until this quiet moment that I would allow myself to think about what happened. Even though Stacy's experience was much more traumatic than mine, the feeling I got when I found our bed empty made my heart skyrocket and my palms to sweat. I'm terrified that if I close my eyes, she would somehow disappear.  Or be taken from me. The thought makes me ch