Book Kidnapped By My Mate Novels & Stories

Kael said, before I could even open my mouth, "to whatever it is you want." "I haven't asked you anything." "You never call me if you don't want something. So. No." I breathed out through my nose. "The Sons of the Wild kidnapped a person. They thought it was my mate and took her. Need help finding them." A pause. Short, but I heard it. "Your mate," Kael said, the tone of his voice letting me know that he thought it either funny or interesting. Sometimes both. "Not my mate, they think she is, that's all right. We just need to get her out."

He pointed his index finger towards his shelf and said, "Look over there at my shelf. It's the laptops I gave the kids, you can hold onto one of them. Just give mine back to me" Jake walked to the sofa where Mateo was sitting. He brought his hands forward to retrieve his laptop, but Mateo stood up immediately and ran towards the exit door and rested his back against it. "Mateo, you know you're not a kid to be playing games like this with me".

He would mark me as his by biting my neck, and I would bite him back. We'd have our happily ever after, raising our children and serving the Pack. Well, not if I don't get my sorry ass to shelter soon. It was getting more difficult to move as I lost more blood. Every time I stretched my front paws out, I would whine with the pain of doing so. I was concentrating so much on my progress that I didn't notice the sounds of an intruder. I smelled him first. My head snapped up. Oak, leather, fresh rain, it was HIM! My mate!

He assembled a charge list, he found the legal mechanism that bypassed the mate bond protection, and he issued a formal execution order on my pregnant mate with the composed authority of someone performing a routine administrative function. And the reason he could do that, the reason the mechanism existed and was available to him and produced no internal resistance in its deployment, is that he has never seen Kira as a person in the way that I see her. He has seen her as a variable. A complicating factor in a political equation. A rogue wolf whose value was the utility she provided and whose disposability was always a pending question waiting for the right triggering conditions. She took a b

Our family is getting bigger, and we need the space to ourselves. Ben moved to another place not far from him. It was his and Emma’s house, and the unmated pack members also had their own house, too. That night, after we put the kids to bed, we went inside our room hand-in-hand. “Thank you,” I whispered shyly to my mate, giving him a sidelong glance. “For what?” I shrugged. “For kidnapping me three years ago?” And then I laughed naughtily. Alaric snorted. “I can't just let them kill you and face death myself.” He admitted it seriously.

It felt like he had met the one person he had been searching for. He shook his head sideways. "No, that can't be right. If really she is somebody I am meant to bond with, or if really she is supposed to be my mate, then my wolf would have announced it to me immediately. I saw her, but nothing like that happened. Which means that she does not belong to me. She is just my slave and someone who I would continue to torment for fun," he thought to himself as he sat down on his bed and continued to reminisce on everything that happened.

We were on the road towards Palecrest territory within a half hour. Amelia and Kyle took their Jeep and I rode with Dominic. The other two men who I learned were his beta and gamma rode with his mother and their mates The backseat of Dominics vehicle had been folded down and several totes of my belongings the Amelia had been able to save filled the back to the point we couldn't see out the rear window. I knew at least one tote housed some of my parents belongings that she had managed to save and the others were mine I think. I owed her big time for risking herself to save what she did for me. I would find a way to thank her especially since it was my fault we had all been exiled.

Soon they will return here and take me back to that gloomy cell. After thinking for a while, I left this room to check. If I make it through, I can quietly escape. ... *POV Charles 'I want to meet my mate. My Mate! Our Mate! See her!' Ryan kept howling in my head. "Silent!" I growled in response. I can't accept that my mate is a human. The image of the girl with reddish brown hair, blue eyes as clear as seawater, a sharp gaze, and an ice-cold face flashed in my memory. Even though the cell was dark, I could still clearly remember every line of her face.

He growled My eyes widened in realization, fear coiling around my heart. “Rand… no… please…you can't do this” I tried harder to break free pulling against his arm, but Rand was stronger. Cassie followed quietly, making no move to help, as Rand drew us into the forest. “Please, Rand,” I pleaded, tears running down my face. “You can't kill your mate, I'm pregnant with your child,” I shouted as a last resort to stop his madness.

Liam stood tall, his eyes scanning the dimly lit warehouse, the only sound the creaking of old wooden beams. He clutched the duffel bag tightly, his heart racing with anticipation. Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the space. Liam's gaze locked onto the figures emerging from the shadows. The kidnappers, masked and menacing, stepped forward, Isadora held captive between them. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a strip of duct tape sealed her mouth shut. Her eyes, wide with fear, met Liam's, pleading for help.