Chapitre 3: Got Kidnapped?! Or Saved?!
■ Zeno's Point of View □
Hearing a deep and authorising growl, I quickly woke up. I was taking in the surrondings, when a guy right behind us, looks at me with pity. I realized I was off the ground, and some guy was carrying me. I start punching the guys back who was carrying me, still not fully back to my senses. "Let. Me. Go!" I said with a punch for every word. Nothing. No response. I turned to see the back of his head. Black spiky hair, perfect jawline, and tan skin to top it off. I could feel his muscles tightening around my waist from where he held me. We got inside the mansion and without stopping went straight upstairs. Who the f*ck would kidnap me?!
When we got upstairs, he threw me on the bed and left. "Could you atleast tell me why the heck I'm here?!" I shouted. No answer. He left me in my thoughts of who could have kidnapped me. I didnt dare try to leave not knowing where I was.
After a few minutes he came back, I couldn't see clearly with the lights off, but I could see his gray eyes staring at me. I backed up moving away from him, but he grabbed my leg and dragged me towards him. He flipped me on my stomach, pushed my face into the bed, and sat on top of me. Is he a r*pist?! "Get off!" I shouted in panick.
He leaned down and whispered into my ear and said in a deep and seductive voice. "Why are you so panicked. Want me to f*ck you?"
I could feel my face turning red as a tomato. I heard him chuckle, "Don't worry, I won't
do anything tonight, I just am bandaging your wound. I wouldn't f*ck a patient." I sighed in relief. "Wait if you won't do anything tonight will you do something when my wound heals?!" He only chuckled deeply.
He flipped me around again, not getting up off my waist, and laid his head on my neck. "Can't you tell who I am by my smell?" He asked. I leaned into his broad shoulder and sniffed. ?! He... you... guy... male... my...mate?! I couldn't believe it and even more embarrasing I couldn't speak right.
He only chuckled. After he finished bandaging my head he shifted us into a spooning position. "Just go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
I don't know what it was but I ended up falling asleep and having a blissful dream.
■ Damon's P. O. V. □
I woke up seeing blonde hair. My arms around a small figure. I put my head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. Smells like honey.
I felt his soft hands trying to free himself from my hold. I chuckled at it which startled him. "Y... your awake?" He asked. So cute, he stuttered.
"No, I chuckled in my dream."I said nibbling his ear. "S-stop!" He's blushing, I just want to tease him more! I slid one of my hands into his shirt and traced his n*pple. "Mmm...S-stop it..."
S*it. I was just trying to tease him, but he's turning me on.
"I won't stick it in you today, but get your *ss ready for when I do." I said.
I let go of my mate and left the room so I wouldnt do him right there. Max was pouting. Since this is the pack house, I wouldn't want anyone else to hear his cute moans, I thought.
I walked down and everyone was waiting for me. I sat down and mindlinked to Cody. "Bring my mate a chair next to mine, get him clothes and tell him to come down."Everyone was expecting news about how my search was going, until Layla, my cousin finally asked.
"So cousin, did you bring home your mate back yet?" She asked without hesitating.
"Yes." I said, stoic as ever. Atleast in front of my pack and other people I am.
"Where is she?!" I can practically see sparkles in layla's eyes.
"HE is getting ready." At what I said everyone went silent. All staring at me in shock.
"Did you f*ck him last night so he can't get up now?!" Of course SHE'D asks me this. No respect for me as her alpha.
"No, I didn't. He was injured." I said in a disappointed and grumpy way.
"Oh, all your years of being a virgin, I get it now." She said with a face making her look like she figured it out.
Before I could retort and get revenge I heard foot steps coming down the steps. Everyone looked his way, including me.
Cluelessly staring at me at the bottom of the steps, was my mate. Now that I can see his features better, he has blonde hair longer on top and shorter on the sides, with green eyes, and has fair white skin. He was wearing ripped black jeans with a white shirt that had black angel wings.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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