All Chapters of Kidnapped By Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

1. Stranger at the BarBELLE I couldn’t keep my eyes off the man across the bar from me. At that moment, I wished that I had dressed up for my flight to Paris. When our eyes met for a moment, a wave rushed through my body, an unfamiliar feeling I had never experienced. It was like I had found all the answers I was looking for. I dropped my gaze, turning to the drink in front of me. I needed to calm my nerves. Flying made me nervous. Slowly, my eyes drifted back to the man, who was now looking down at his phone. He was breathtaking… Large to the point that he almost looked comical in his bar stool. His muscles strained against his black shirt and blue jeans, telling me he must’ve spent quite a lot of time in the gym. He had chocolate-brown hair, mesmerizing dark-green eyes, and a jaw that could’ve cut through diamond. His lips were luscious and full, and I unconsciously leaned in, imagining how it would feel to press my lips against them. I imagined what I might do if I were

1. Kiss of the PossessedBELLE I woke up to the feeling of being moved. I was vaguely aware of the fact that someone was unbuckling my seat belt. and then picking me up. I opened my eyes. Grayson had placed me on his lap so that my knees fell on either side of him. He set my head against his chest and wrapped his arms around me again. I suddenly remembered that I was on a plane, and my heart rate picked up. How long have I been asleep for? I tried to lean back to look at him, but he just tightened his hold on me. “Nuh-uh. Not so fast. You’re not going anywhere,” Grayson said calmly. He kissed my forehead. “Go back to sleep, Belle.” And yet again, I was out like a light. I dreamed of hands moving up and down my back and waist, playing with my hair, kneading my hips. I dreamed of sweet kisses being left on my ear, my nose, my forehead. I dreamed of touching fireworks and then watching them travel up and down my body, finally exploding in my chest, leaving a warm glow around m

1. Moonlit AwakeningBELLE When I woke up again, everything was dark. The only light that I could see was coming out of what I assumed to be a window behind me, casting moonlight throughout the room. Where am I? For a second, I thought I was back in my room at home, and I let out a sigh and shifted, nuzzling back into my pillow. But then I paused. Whatever I was lying on was not a pillow. It was hard and warm and moving up and down. I lifted my head to get a better look. I was lying on the chest of a very, very muscular sleeping man. I looked at his face. Oh my God. It was Grayson. Everything that had happened in the last day suddenly came flooding back to me: the plane, his eyes, him strangling someone. My hand flew up to touch my neck, and I whimpered when I felt a tender wound. He bit me! Grayson stirred in his sleep, and I panicked for a moment. Had I woken him up? Then he yanked me back to his chest and tightened his arms around me. He pressed his nose to my hai

1. Life in CaptivityBELLEI woke up before Grayson did, and I had no clue what to do. I could feel his breath against the back of my neck, slow and steady. I thought of my mom and wondered if she was worried after I hadn’t shown up at her apartment last night. Maybe she would call the police and they’d come looking for me. But there was a large chance that she hadn’t even noticed I wasn’t there—or just assumed that I hadn’t come out of anger. That sounded like something I would do. So it would be smart not to rely on her trying to find me. I was on my own. I had to find my way out of here. But how? I could try to run away again, but the memory of the pain that I’d experienced earlier this morning went through my mind. There was no way I was doing that again. So I had some options: I could completely give up—just lie there and wait for Grayson to wake up, and let him have his way with me. Why does that sound like a good option? I could wait for Grayson to wake up, then prete

1. Escaping the Alpha's HoldBELLEThere was no way I was taking a shower like he wanted me to. Who knew how long I had before he would come looking for me? I dropped the blanket I’d been holding around me and then quickly went over to where my leggings and bra were lying on the floor and grabbed them. I went to the bathroom. First, I turned on the shower. It would give me more time if he thought I was doing as he told me. Next, I used the toilet—I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in a long time—and then I put on my bra and leggings. I looked at the bathroom door. Okay, time to get out of here. Leaving the shower on, I exited the bathroom and made my way over to the window. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a balcony connected to the room. Convenient. Before going outside, I gazed at my luggage longingly. I wanted to bring it with me, but I couldn’t let it slow me down. I would have to send the police to come get it later, after I’d gotten out of here. I walked out onto th