Kidnapped By My Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

He just won’t be able to breath under water until then. As I take my seat once more all I can do is look at the woman on the floor. My mate. I was never supposed to get one. I didn’t even want one. Now that she is here though, I know she can’t stay. I don’t even know her but I know that she can’t handle the things that I have been through. I wry chuckle leaves my lips. My brother sure is in for a surprise. First, I kidnap him and torture him. Now I am doing the same to our mate. What the fuck is wrong with me?

She answers in a whisper. "Why does knowing I'm your mate scare you?" I continue to stroke her head, and she rests her head on my shoulder. "I was taken from my pack when I was a pup. I was with my kidnappers for over five years, and the things I saw the men do to their mates were horrible. They tortured them and made us watch, telling us when we got old enough, they would do the same things to us. Sometimes, one of the younger men would take me out of my cell and beat me just for fun. He said he was going to mark me when I was eighteen, so he needed to get me prepared for what it's like to be a mate. I was lucky that all he did was hit me. Some of the other pups weren't so lucky. I vowed th

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."

We don’t have many heart to hearts, but even I don’t know how to fully explain this one. “I …” fuck what am I supposed to say Jaden kidnaped me, forced me into the games to mark him and by doing so reject Todd, who is my fated mate? Yeah, I don’t think so. I fidgeted with my hair, tucking a dark strand behind my ear.

"That's guilt. I hope it eats you alive." "No, it's not that. I do feel guilty of course, but this feeling is warm and bubbly... I think it has something to do with the fact he referred to me as his mate." "Hold the fuck up! You're his mate?" I was stunned. "Yes, that's what he said." "This makes sense. We all wondered why he didn't attack you or fight back. So why did you do it?" "They kidnapped my parents. I didn't want to work for them, but the took my parents and told me if I didn't help them, they'd kill them." She started to cry.

“Does it unsettle you?” I hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on me. My chest ached with the memories I had worked so hard to bury, but there was no avoiding this conversation. I took a deep breath, steeling myself before I finally spoke. “I’ve… had a mate before.” Max’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt, waiting patiently for me to continue. “He rejected me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “And not just that—he almost got me killed.”

“Yeah, sometimes I felt like trapped in a movie about a cute little bromance. But they were one in making their claims… You know, about you being the monster and us being the brainwashed cult followers ready to sacrifice everybody for the greater good. Then denied every possible involvement in the kidnapping and the torture and in the end, they rode into the sunset happily. I felt uncomfortable watching all this, but I would have been awfully sad if I had missed it.” Sitting up straight, I grab my pen, “Is there anything else that they said?” “Yeah,” he grins, obviously amused by my distress. “They hinted at the fact that you and your brothers got the big boy’s sister off their territory wit

I was screaming and calling out to my mate who was standing still looking down at me, unaffected, his expression colder than it was when he first appeared. I couldn’t believe this was the man I had been waiting for all my life. The one I had I had hoped would save me from my step father. Was I cursed also? To have a man known as death be my mate! I refused to believe that the man in front of me was my so-called mate. “Stay still!” The guard said as he tried to pull me up holding my hands hostage at my back. Not thinking at all, I lifted my leg hitting him in the crotch immediately as he pulled back with a loud growl leaving my hands free.

Time siezed to exist, and I hadn’t moved away from the slumped position I had taken since midnight. MATE The word that came out of my mouth involuntarily, and he said it back, he called me his mate. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop thinking of how badly robbed I felt, but did I even have the right to feel robbed? I truly didn’t, not when he looked just as confused as I did, not when my feet carried me straight to him against my will. Not when I gave in to him, desired him, needed him. Not when I had begged for him to take me, to own every part of me, to mark me.

The word Mate echoed in my head, and all I could think was; No! Not again, this mate bond; everyone made it sound so romantic, so perfect, but it feels more like a life sentence. But it also confirmed my fear; I had been promised to someone and given away to be someone’s mate, his mate. And now I'm here, trapped, locked away in a castle far above the clouds. I had felt trapped in this world, forced to stay in a world I did not know or belong to. But this was so much worse, and I couldn’t run away. I couldn’t climb out the windows or sneak out the door because there was no way to leave this place. Not on my own, not alive.