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The heat between us intensified, engulfing us in a world that faded into insignificance, burning us both. With each passing second, our connection grew stronger, stroking a newfound strength within her. She shed her role as a vulnerable young woman seeking revenge, emerging as a force to be reckoned with. Emerging into my— ‘Mate.’ No, she can’t be. She’s Brandon’s mate. It’s impossible for a former human to have more than one mate. “Not so weak anymore,” I whispered against her lips, my voice tinged with admiration so I may mask my mate-worrying thing and ponder about it later.

“I just did my job as your guardian Dante, I couldn’t let them kill you.” “Why not?” She looked at me like the answer was obvious. “Because it's my job and I’d miss you.” Something shifted. Deep inside. Like a lock turning. Like a chain snapping. Warmth flooded through me. Not the bond we’d been forced into. Not duty. Not obligation. Something real. The mate bond. It snapped into place with a soundless crack that echoed through every nerve, every bone, every heartbeat. Her eyes widened. “Dante…” “I’m terrified,” I whispered. “I’ve lost too many people already. I can’t lose you too.”

Brandon held me closer like the grateful, possessive mate he was pretending to be. We got inside, and Brandon immediately started fussing around me like a headless chicken. “I don’t know who you are—” I faltered. The room was a stage. The light made halos around every head. “I don’t remember anything,” I said again. “I’m here,” he said. “You’re safe with me, baby.” Instant barf. “Uhm… are you my brother?” “No. My name is Brandon, and I’m your mate.” He tried to peck my cheek.

I squeeze his hand needing the comfort of his touch. Unlike any other time when I was kidnapped, I am not scared now. The comforting touch of my mate grounds me and pushes all the life-threatening thoughts away. I don't exactly know how much time has passed after I was kidnapped but all I care about is that I was able to escape and that I got to my mate just in time when he was finishing off the rogue who was responsible for the hurt that both my mate and me have suffered from.

she said, her voice soft but firm. I nodded, trying to gather my thoughts. "I...I didn't mean to," I stammered, feeling a wave of fear wash over me. And then I broke down in tears. "I'm scared," I sobbed. "My mate and my baby, they're both in danger." The old woman's expression softened, and she took a step closer to me. "Mate?" she repeated gently. "You mean your husband?" I nodded, correcting myself. "Mate...he's not even...he's not in a good state. The rogues kidnapped us and sent me here for their mission. Please...you have to help me."

Horrible opportunistic humans that would prey on younger Wolves, weaker Wolves. “To who?” I ask, trying as hard as I can to hide the tremor in my voice. “Our Mates.” “What?” That makes no sense. She lays on her back staring up. “They know they’ll pay. We’re being kidnapped to ransom. They have some evil old witch who shows them who our Mate is and then they go track them down and make them pay up.” I stare at her in disbelief. How she knows that’s what they’re doing, I don’t know.

Kevin's lifeless body is on the ground with his dead eyes on mine. I started to feel suffocated and my breath began to quicken along with my heart rate. I heard Matteo let out a light laugh "you think I'm not stupid to notice anything suspicious in her room" then he move away from the tree he was leaning on. I hear bones breaking and he growl around at the three remaining kidnappers. "She's mine and when I said she's mine I don't sleep in protecting her. Nobody can take her away from me nor touch a single strand of her hair which you just did."

Why the fuck was she calling me at this early in the morning? "What do you want?" I couldn't stop the growl that left my lips. She huffed in annoyance. "I just wanted to inform you that there have been rogues sighting near our borders. Plus, Alpha Caine mate was just kidnapped by a group of rogues a couple of hours ago." "What," I yelled. "Is everything okay?" Alex jumped up from her sleep. "What's going on?" Alex asked and I held up my hand for her to wait until I finished the call.

He finally announced Emerald was his wife and not Phoebe, he even discloses information about the kidnapper himself, asking if they can help in finding the one who took his wife away. It only happens in soap operas, but the kidnapper, Matthew—didn’t think that it would happen in real life too. Matthew rolled over to look for the person he got. Emerald. She was sitting in a chair, her hands and feet tied together. Seeing her small figure makes Matthew's anger enhanced further for Jude's family. Suddenly, Matthew kicked Emerald's hands. He pulled his hair to wake her up. She was astounded when she realized she's in a dark cell with nothing but silence and darkness. Only the light above her is

She looked at me but said nothing, she wouldn’t look me in the eye if she knew the kind man that I am and the reputation that I held. But I never wanted my mate to be scared of me. It was one of my fears. “I’m not going to hurt you, trust me.” She huffed and broke the eye contact, I withdrew my fingers from her chin, and with her face turned away, I couldn’t tell the expression she held on her face. ‘Mate is pretty.’ Jax remarked. I know. We have a beautiful mate. “You don’t believe me do you?” “You kidnapped me, and you want me to believe everything that you are going to say to me?”