Kidnapped By My Mate Audiobook Novels & Stories

"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.

She asked, making my reference to my first name. "My mate was kidnapped three weeks ago at Park Edge. When I went there I got a wisp of her scent and then it just suddenly disappeared. I saw blood on the ground and it looked like she was in a fight. And since then I haven't been able to come up with nothing." I told her. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And man, was I desperate. She looked at me for a minute before she answered. She sat on the bed and cross her legs.

My ex-boyfriend, Mateo, had been on the phone, talking about auctioning something. I didn't think much of it at the time. But now, it all made sense to me. He had set this up. He had sent thugs to drug me and brought me here. He was going to sell me to the highest bidder. I felt a wave of despair wash over me. “Going!” “Once, twice,” the auctioneer called out. “Sold for $750,000.” “Not yet, let's rewind a bit.”

he was about to continue questioning me but I interrupted him. “Shut up dude! She is my mate!” I said to him while looking at her with a smile. “I don’t know you were that desperate for a mate that you kidnapped a baby from somewhere, brother,” I heard my sister Stella say with a smirk. “I didn’t kidnap her Stella and I am telling the truth, SHE IS MY MATE,” I said to her while she was walking towards us in all sweat while glaring at her. “Enough!” I heard my father Mike shout at us. The only person who can make me scared to the core is my father. I turn to look at my parents walking toward us.

“You’re not leaving this territory, and that’s final.” I’m about to protest, but I know it’ll be of no use. I quickly walk out of his room and return to mine, where I suddenly feel drained about everything. My Mom is missing, my mate refuses to allow me to look for her, and he talks to me like I’m not his mate, his equal. I don’t hold back the tears, allowing them to fall like almost every day in my horrible life since I met my mate.