All Chapters of Kidnapped By Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

1. BetrayalGRAYSON My only thoughts were of Belle and of getting back to her as soon as possible. “Hello, Grayson,” someone said in the darkness. For a second I thought it was Belle saying my name, as she was the only person allowed to call me that. But this voice didn’t give me the sparks that hers usually did. It couldn’t be her. I turned quickly, only to see Adalee emerging slowly from the darkness, an odd smile on her face. I raised an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?” My wolf came to the surface, growling at the disrespect we’d just received from her. Her smile only grew. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against a nearby tree.“Did I ever tell you where I grew up, Grayson?” So Adalee has a death wish? I crossed my arms and tilted my head. Okay, I’ll play along. “No, Adalee, I don’t think you did,” I said grimly. “You know, it’s kind of a coincidence actually,” Adalee said, laughing slightly as she stepped away from the tree and approached me.

1. Breakfast RevelationsBELLETHE PRESENT DAY… Room 101—the one that Grayson had sent me to—was on the bottom floor of the pack house and was absolutely freezing. It was no wonder this room was free. The window was broken and wouldn’t close all the way, allowing the cold Minnesota winter air to come in and drop the room’s temperature below anything livable. There was even some snow piling up on the floor next to the window. And to add to that, it seemed that people had started to use the room for storage. It was filled to the brim with boxes and various old, dusty objects. I had to dig out the small creaky bed in the corner just to lie down. After about an hour of trying to sleep in the cold, I decided that there was no way I could stay in this room and got up to find somewhere else to spend the night. The pack house was much calmer at night with everyone in their beds. It was the first time I was really able to get a good look at the place without feeling overwhelmed by t

1. Fleeing from HeartbreakBELLEI sprinted down the stairs of the packhouse after leaving Grayson’s room, barely able to see where I was going through the tears streaming down my face. It didn’t matter where I was going. All I cared about at that moment was getting as far away from Grayson as possible. My chest was constricting, making it hard for me to breathe. My mind became foggy and I stumbled on the last step of the stairs and tripped. I couldn’t stop myself from falling directly onto my butt, whimpering when my back made painful contact with a step behind me. I didn’t lift myself up. I didn’t move. I didn’t think I could even if I wanted to. My body felt like it was breaking down bit by bit, almost as if it knew what was happening to me. It knew that I had just lost my mate, the man that I was supposed to love for the rest of my life. Not having the strength to get up, I sat on the bottom step of the stairs and sobbed. I brought my hands up to my face and cried h

1. Comfort in the ColdBELLEElijah moved gently, removing his arms from around me. I whimpered quietly as even the slightest movement caused searing pain in my body. He stood and took off the sweatshirt he was wearing so now he was only in his pajama bottoms, a shirt, and soaking wet slippers. He handed the sweatshirt to me. “Here. Put this on.” I moved slowly but with determination and, with the help of Elijah, was able to get the piece of clothing over my shaking form. “Thank you,” I said to him. I hadn’t even realized how cold I was until his sweatshirt, still warm from his body heat, was wrapped around me like a comforting hug. Elijah nodded. He crouched down next to me. “Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen now,” he said in a calming voice. “You’re going to stay right here and try to get control over your body and emotions. It’s going to be hard but you need to do it in order to face what comes next. Take deep calming breaths and try to think not about you-know-who,”

1. EchoesBELLE“Elijah,” I said again, “what’s wrong?” Elijah’s face had turned as pale as a sheet of paper. I couldn’t tell if it was his wolf or his human side that was upset, based on the rapid change of colors in his eyes. Either way, whatever had just been told to him through mind-link— communicated to him through his brain—could not be good. I tried approaching him when he didn’t answer. The pain I was feeling suddenly didn’t matter; it was quickly being replaced by worry. Elijah growled when I approached and took a step away, putting a fair number of feet between us. My brows knitted together. “Kyle,” Elijah breathed out heavily. My heart dropped. “What?” I asked frantically, “is something wrong with Kyle? How do you know?” Elijah shook his head rapidly, grabbing onto his hair in tight shifts. It was obvious now that he was trying to rein in his wolf. Was this what it looked like to be fully mated and know that your mate was hurt? He looked like he was in a lo