Semua Bab Kidnapped By Mate: Bab 51 - Bab 60

1. Messages in the DarknessKYLEI looked down at Elijah sleeping soundlessly on my chest. I had joined him in bed about an hour ago but hadn't been able to close my eyes once. I’d been up all night trying to figure out a plan to contact Zagan Mortar, the vampire king, in order to tell him of the upcoming war that would kill us both. Getting in touch with the Mortars was not easy. Their kingdom was hidden away by dark magic, only accessible by pureblood vampires, a person born a vampire instead of being turned. No werewolf had ever set foot in the royal kingdom—it was hidden too well. The only way to contact the royal family was to have another vampire deliver the message. That meant I had to do two things: First, find a vampire willing to listen to a werewolf long enough to give them a message—a very hard task. Second, convince that vampire to get a hearing with Zagan Mortar—an even harder task. Only then would my message be delivered. It was almost impossible. Except t

1. Deadly EmbraceKYLEAzazel Mortar was one of the larger vampires I had ever seen in my life. He had long black hair and a neatly shaved beard. His red eyes were darker than Grayson’s or the girl’s had been, boring into my soul, telling me he was a powerful pureblood. I felt stupid. How could I not? All the warning signs had been there just waiting for me to notice them. They couldn’t have been clearer if they were biting me in the ass. Grayson wasn’t Grayson at all—well, it was his body, but it wasn’t him controlling it. It had been Azazel this whole time. Azazel laughed as he stretched his arms and legs. “You have no idea how good it feels to be back in my own body after being stuck inside of that filthy dog for so many months.” He shook his head in disgust. “As much as I enjoyed the power Grayson’s body provided me, nothing beats your own skin.” I bristled, clenching my jaw. “What did you do to him?” I ground out. I was desperately pushing against the mind control th

1. ShowdownKYLE I sprinted down the hall toward the front door. Just outside, Azazel and Zagan were locked in a fight to the death. “Hey, I wouldn't do that if I were you!” Minnie was a few steps behind me. “They haven't seen each other for years, and you do not want to get between them.” “I don’t give a fuck," I said, “that’s my alpha. If Zagan kills Azazel in Grayson’s body, Grayson will die too. I can’t have that.” I came to the front door and sprinted out into the snow, instantaneously wishing I were wearing any shoes other than slippers. I couldn’t believe I was having the battle of my life in my pajamas. Azazel and Zagan were a blur of motion and body parts as I approached, using my newfound energy from Minnie’s healing to propel me. I was about to help Grayson when— “Stop!” Minnie shouted. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” I grunted as my legs ground to a halt. I was really getting annoyed with these vampires. “Let me go, you stupid Mortar!” Minnie was in fro

1. Uncontrolled WolfGRAYSON My wolf was practically screaming, waking me up from a sleep full of nightmares. My head was pounding as he howled his displeasure, pushing me to wake up. I groaned, shifting my weight on the mattress. What the fuck is going on? Where am I? “Alpha,” I heard a voice say in the distance, “Alpha, wake up.” I groaned again, wanting to push away the too-loud voice until I figured out what was happening. Why’s he yelling, anyway? Something was off. Everything around me felt softer, harder, sharper, more textured than ever before. I gripped the sheets beneath me, tightening my hands into fists around them. It was as if I could feel every thread in the fabric woven in the intricate design that made the sheet. There were strange scents in the air, too; new people that I had never met before were in the room, leaving traces of blood and woodsy cologne. Their potency overwhelmed me, in fact made me want to cover my nose. A small hand touched my sho

1. Unnatural TransformationGRAYSON In under a second, I had Kyle pushed up against the wall with my arm to his throat. He yelped in surprise, looking up at me with blood-red eyes. I sucked in a breath as I looked into those eyes, immediately put off by their unnatural color. It was one thing to see a Mortar like this—but my own beta? It made my wolf whimper. We didn’t want to hurt him but knew we wouldn’t have a choice if it came down to it. Red eyes could only mean two things. Either you were a vampire yourself, or a Mortar was taking control of your body. Neither explanation was good. “Get talking,” I growled, pressing him further into the wall. Kyle whimpered slightly; his wolf was probably upset over the fact that his alpha was showing his distrust. It hurt me, too, but he had to know that I had no other option. If he was being controlled by a vampire, possibly even Azazel, then I would have to kill him. And if he was now somehow a vampire himself, no longer a w