Semua Bab The Alpha's Bullied Mate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Cameron's P.O.V My eyes fluttered open as the sunlight hit my face. At first, I didn't have any clue as to what was happening. Why was I lying outside the pack-house? That too on the floor and in the open? What on earth was going on? And then flashes from last night came to mind. Of the party…I was dancing with Freya…and then the guards came to warn us…the fog! "Freya!" I whispered hoarsely, sitting up on the floor. But what I saw all around me had my blood freezing in my veins. My packmates, my friends, my parents…they were all lying on the ground beside me, unmoving and unconscious. "Mom! Dad!" I crawled over to them as fast as I could, checking to see if they were still breathing. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw their chests moving ever so slowly. "Mom! Dad!" I shook them this time, trying to wake them up. "Cam?" My father was the first to open his eyes. "Wh-what's going on?" &qu

Cameron's P.O.V "How could this have happened?" My father slammed his fists against the wooden table, causing a dent in it. I'd never seen him have outbursts like this before, but even I was just as furious as him today, maybe even more. We had taken all precautions possible! We had set up guards! We had the Amethyst coven bloody set up magic shields to not let any other witch enter into the pack-house! Then how? How could they so easily take away Freya? How could all of our guards, the witches, and even all of us wolves become sitting ducks while Freya was abducted? "We had everything in place!" My father said now, reflect my earlier thoughts. "The security was air-tight!" "Magic cannot be stopped physically." Sanaya spoke from her seat. "The fog couldn't enter the pack-house, so they lured us out." "But I was right next to Freya!" Sarah managed to stutter out. "But I couldn't sense her at a

Cameron's P.O.V "We need to find a way to get Freya back!" I told the witches and my father. "There is no way that I'm letting them take away her magic so they can take her life! We have to save her!" "Son, we're all trying-" "Trying?" I snapped at my father, my Alpha, cutting him off. "All we are doing is sitting inside a room and chatting around merrily while my 'mate' is out there, god knows in what condition! Would you be 'trying' if this was mom in Freya's place?" "Cameron!" My father growled at me, the sound fierce as it echoed around the room. My wolf whined inside my head, because even though I was the future Alpha, my powers were nowhere near as dominant as his. But still I didn't back down. My mate was in danger. And I was done sitting around! "Calm down, both of you! Arguing amongst ourselves will only waste more time, especially when we have no clue where to look for Freya i

Freya's P.O.V The hallways seemed to stretch on forever as I walked past several wooden doors, all with their own intricate detailing. The pictures were all of the supernatural world, of wolves and witches. Women gathered around a cauldron and wolves howling at the moon. At one of walls, hung a tapestry where there was a woven picture of what I assumed was the Moon Goddess. A woman stood in front of the full moon, her white hair blowing back in the wind and her robe took up most of the picture. And at the bottom of them were wolves. They were all looking up at the Goddess in awe, whose ethereal beauty could be seen even through the painting. I knew I was distracting myself from my impending doom by focusing on thing that were probably irrelevant. Maggie and Esmeralda walked on either side of me, guiding me to where the 'ceremonial hall' was. The Chrone, the head of the coven and the twin sister to my mother's grandmother, was waiting to perform her ceremony. She

Freya's P.O.V "Cameron…" I whispered as he came rushing into the room, followed by Sarah and Darcia. "Freya!" He took a step towards me, but was stopped by one of the witches who came to stand in his way. "Damnit! Move!" "She belongs to us, wolf!" The witch sneered at him. "Leave now! We don't want a war!" "Freya is my mate," Cameron growled back at the witches, his eyes turning a bright golden as his voice deepened. "You called for a war the second you took her from me." I tried to get up from the floor, but then found myself being hauled up by a grip on my hair. "Cameron!" Much to my horror, I found out that it was Maggie who had me in her grasp. "Move out of the way or she dies!" A knife was pointed to my throat a second later, but it had the opposite effect of what Maggie had wanted. Now, even her own coven was alert and angry at her. "Maggi