Kidnapped By My Mate Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It's a secret. Since you know, don't tell anyone. If you do, I will kill you." I blinked! Weird! He's so weird...!! How did he become my mate? But I didn't push. Instead, he turned suddenly and grabbed my wrist. His eyes were darker now. "Your wrists," he said. "How did it happen?" My breath hitched. For a moment, I hesitated. Then I sighed. "...This morning," I started quietly. "I was kidnapped." His grip tightened instantly. "Who? Don't they know you are taken?" "Claire," I added.

" I shouted out of my lungs as loud as I could. My voice was holding pain and horror. My wrists never stopped struggling to get free. I was breathing heavily. The air changed around me. It became familiar. 'Syn,' His voice wasn't solid in my head. But I didn't care. He reached for me. "Darkice, It's the same guy from the alley. He kidnapped me. I don't know where I am. But a lunatic person saying I'm going to be his mate. Please, take me away from here. I'm terrified." I shouted. I waited for the response which I didn't get.

It was already too late to escape. I looked at the approaching cars as the first one pulled up in front of me. The doors opened, and I was engulfed in Antonio's familiar scent. "Blair! thank goodness you're okay." Antonio beamed, pressing me into his chest for a relieving hug. I was quickly huddled into the back seat of the SUV alongside Antonio. "Tell me everything that happened." Antonio asked softly. I didn't even know where to start. I told him everything, how I was kidnapped by rogues, and how I was rescued by my mate Aiden Casanova.

My breathing is becoming more rapid as I imagine an intoxicated Kristen alone on the road, staggering with the intention of returning home. Not until I notice her phone on the study table beside the dressing mirror. Then it hits me like a tonne of bricks. My mate has been kidnapped.

"Uhh, you should have been here when your water first broke! What took you all so long to make it here? The packhouse is only 10 minutes from here." I saw the anger flash in my mate's eyes before she unleashed hell on this doc. "That thought had NOT occurred to me while I was kidnapped, held against my will by a psycho-ex-boyfriend who, by the way, happened to be a sadistic campfire! I was literally saved about half an hour ago!"

It was dark but I was still able to see his beautiful features in the moonlight. "You are my mate and I am yours! Do not deny it! We are-" he spoke gently but I cut him off. "And why would I believe you?" I shot the question but it was more like I was asking myself. It was ridiculous. So, everything was for this?! "First, you kidnapped me and my sister. Then you humiliated me and now you’re saying I'm your mate?! You didn't even tell me where the hell on earth is Epic? I don't even know if she's alive or not. You say I’m your mate but would someone humiliate their other half this way?! Agonize them?! Force them?!" I said the last part bursting into tears. The feeling of helplessness was unbe

Real bodies dropping. The van bounced hard over a pothole. Lena screamed. Hazel kept pressure on the wound, whispering useless shit—“You’re gonna be okay, we’re almost back, just breathe”—while her mind spun. King’s voice kept echoing. Come to me willingly. Tyler’s head exploding. The nameless prospect collapsing like his strings were cut. All because she’d joked about wanting to be kidnapped and fucked for sixty days. The compound gates finally appeared ahead, lit up like a fortress. The van skidded through. Jax roared in right behind them, killing his engine and storming over before the wheels stopped.

Suddenly, a searing, gut-wrenching agony tore through my chest. It was a pain I had never felt before, a sense of loss so profound it stole the very air from my lungs. My wolf let out a pained, guttural howl. "The mate bond… it’s gone." "No!" My heart stuttered, panic clawing at my throat. I immediately called my assistant. "Find her. I don’t care how—track everywhere she’s been. And pull my mate-bond documents from the pack archives. Do it now!"

Katherine's sobs, William's rage, Sarah's pleading, Jamie's whimpers. And Ryan, my former mate, broken by his own choices. Emma squeezed my hand as we left. "It's over, sister." "No," I touched Marcus's pendant, feeling my son's presence. "This is just the beginning of their hell. And the beginning of my new life." Silently, I whispered to the pendant: "Did you see that, baby? Mommy made them pay. They'll suffer every day, just like you did. I love you, my brave little wolf."

In a cold rage, he had swiftly terminated their mate bond in a public ceremony. "He abandoned her to work at Silver Moon Gentlemen's Club," Sarah reported. "Left her to fend for herself with nothing but the clothes on her back." During these two years, according to Sarah, he never gave up searching for me, convinced I was somehow still alive despite all evidence. He became a changed man—devoted to raising our son, refusing all advances from other women, spending his nights poring over reports from private investigators. Life with my new mate, Ethan, was everything I had dreamed of but never thought possible. He cherished me, supported my dreams, and showed me what true partnership felt like.