Kidnapped by my mate by Annie Whipple

 Chapter 32

BELLE 

I sat on the bed late in the afternoon, watching Grayson pack up our hotel room as we prepared to go home. We would board our flight tonight around midnight Paris time. 

I had tried to help, but he’d just growled at me and told me to sit down. Tired 

from our adventure–filled day, I hadn’t bothered arguing. 

We’d spent the day seeing everything there was to see in Paris, and it had been absolutely amazing. My face hurt from smiling so much. I was still smiling as I watched Grayson move around the room, glancing at me every once in a while and 

smiling back at me. 

Everything about him was perfect. I couldn’t help but admire the way his b*dy moved and how his large muscles flexed. He was breathtaking; it was hard to believe that a guy like him would want 

a girl like me. 

“Grayson?” I asked him hesitantly. 

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. 

“Please don’t be mad,” I said as I wrung my hands. 

He turned to me fully. “Okay, now you’ve really got my attention.” 

I took a deep breath. “We can’t go home yet,” I said. 

His expression turned shocked. “What? You’ve been begging to go home for weeks. I thought you were excited.” He came toward me and sat down next to me, taking my hands in his. 

“I know, but that was before I visited my 

mom. I can’t leave her. She needs our help. Carl is basically a monster.” 

Grayson sighed. “Yes, I agree with you there. I already have it under control.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“I sent one of my men to watch over your mother and send me daily updates. I wish that there was more I could do, but I need 

to get back to my pack. Once everything 

is under control there, I will revisit the 

situation and evaluate how your mother 

has been treated, and then decide if she 

needs to be brought to Minnesota and asked to join our pack.” 

I shook my head. “But what if something happens? I can’t just leave her here. We have to go help her now.” 

“Someone will watch over her and will intervene if anything happens,” Grayson said. 

“I cannot just simply take someone away from their mate. Carl’s wolf will not 

allow it. He may not seem like it, but he is a powerful werewolf. He is the gamma of the main pack of Paris. He has a lot of power. There is no telling what he could 

be capable of if his mate was taken away from him.” 

I nodded reluctantly. 

He reached up and cupped my cheek gently. “I know that I would never give up if I lost you. I would tear the world apart 

first.” 

I leaned in closer to his touch, loving the feeling of the sparks running through my b*dy. “Okay,” I whispered. 

That made me feel a little better. There 

were so many questions that I had for my mom. I just couldn’t bring myself to believe that she never wanted to see me 

again. 

Not after how happy she’d been to see me before Carl showed up. 

But she had survived this long without me. She could go another month, right? 

Grayson wrapped his arm around my 

shoulder and pulled me close to him. 

“Please don’t worry too much, beautiful. I will take care of everything.” He bent down and k*ssed my forehead. 

I leaned into him further. I couldn’t help 

but trust him. 

As Grayson and I boarded his private jet to head back to Minnesota, my stomach rolled with nerves. Mainly because I was about to get back on a plane and I couldn’t help but still feel terrified of flying, but also because I was about to go back to Grayson’s home and meet his pack. How was I supposed to help Grayson lead a pack? I could barely pay my rent every month. What if they didn’t like me or thought that I was unworthy? 

I knew Grayson could sense my anxiety. He kept one arm safely around me at all times and was always rubbing either my back or arm—as if to remind me that he 

was there and I had nothing to worry 

about. 

The private jet was bigger than I’d expected, with several rows of seating and a sofa in the back. When we reached 

our seats, Grayson pulled me to his chest before I had the chance to sit down. He placed me on his lap as he sat in his own chair. 

At first I didn’t mind. I simply rolled my eyes and allowed him to hold me. Feeling his arms wrapped around mine was honestly helping to calm my nerves. We stayed like that for a few minutes before the plane moved. 

Then I quickly tried to stand and take the seat next to us, but Grayson just tightened his grip on me. 

“What are you doing?” I gasped. 

Grayson acted like he couldn’t hear me and rubbed his nose up and down the side of my n*ck. I shoved his face away from 

me and tried to get out of his lap. He didn’t budge. 

“Seriously, Grayson! Let me sit in my 

own seat!” 

He pretended to think about it, then shrugged. “Nope.” 

I gaped at him. “What do you mean, ‘nope‘?” 

“I mean you will be sitting right here for the flight. And no one is going to argue with me about it,” he said as he held me 

closer to his chest. 

“Oh, you wanna bet?” I asked stubbornly as I pushed him away once again with much more force, His grip on me still didn’t loosen. The plane was moving 

faster. 

“Grayson, please! This isn’t safe! I have to sit in my seat and put on a seatbelt!” 

He pushed his face into my n*ck and then 

brought his l*ps to my ear. “Calm down, Belle. I will not let anything happen to you.” 

His calming voice made a little bit of the tension leave my b*dy. 

“What about seatbelts?” I asked shakily. 

“I hired the best pilot that money can buy. I promise you that nothing is going to happen. And if something happens, then my arms will act as your seatbelt,” he 

said. 

Is he stupid or something? “Um, I don’t care how strong you think you are, Mr. Werewolf Alpha Thing, if this plane crashes into the ocean, your arms cannot 

save me!” 

He smiled a bit. “Let’s put that theory to the test, shall we?” he asked. 

I shoved at him yet again, really putting all of my strength behind my blows to his chest. 

“No! We are not doing this! Let go of ” 

Suddenly, Grayson clamped his giant hand onto the back of my n*ck possessively, forcing me to turn and look at him. 

He brought my face so close to his that our noses were almost touching, and I watched as his eyes darkened substantially, the presence of his wolf becoming clear. 

I swallowed hard. 

“You will sit here for the entire flight and that is final. Am I clear?” Grayson asked, his voice an octave lower than usual. 

At first, I couldn’t speak. I was too consumed with staring into his eyes, 

watching his irises swirl. His grip on the back of my n*ck tightened. 

“Belle, give me your word.” 

I nodded my head quickly, afraid that he 

would turn into a wolf if I disagreed. 

“I’ll stay here.” 

Grayson grunted his approval. 

“Good. Now come here.” 

He released his grip on my n*ck and gently brought me closer to him so I could lean my head against his chest. Then his hands made their way under my shirt, where they rubbed my back in a soothing way, just as he had done on the flight to Paris when we’d first met. 

His touch calmed my b*dy by a lot, and soon I was completely at peace. Grayson pressed a soft k*ss to my head. 

It surprised me how quickly he could go from dominant alpha male, demanding respect, to my sweet and loving mate who I knew would never hurt me. After a few more minutes, the plane was officially in the air. And, amazingly, I was fine. 

“Hey, Grayson?” I whispered as I tilted. my head up to look at him. 

“Yes, beautiful?” he asked. 

I took a deep breath. “I love you.” 

Grayson looked taken aback for a 

moment, but soon his face broke out into 

a breathtaking smile. In a flash, his l*ps came crashing down into mine. 

Once he released my l*ps from his, he looked at me and smiled widely. 

“I love you too, Belle. More than you’ll ever know.” 

“Aaawww,” someone suddenly said next to us. “It feels like my heart is about to explode from the cuteness.” 

Both of our heads snapped up. Our eyes connected with Kyle’s: he was sitting in the row next to us with his elbow on the armrest and his chin propped up in his 

hand. 

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed him sitting right next to us. Of course, that meant he’d been present for my entire confession of love to Grayson. How embarrassing! 

Grayson growled loudly and bared his 

teeth at him. 

“Find somewhere else to sit, Kyle. Go bother the pilot or something.” 

Kyle raised his hands in surrender. 

“Just thought we could all keep each other company during the flight home.” He stood. “But I can see where I’m not wanted.” 

He saluted Grayson, winked at me, and then took a seat as far away from us as possible. 

I looked back at Grayson. “Well, that’s certainly one way to ruin a perfect moment,” I said, playing with the collar of his shirt. 

Grayson shook his head. “Kyle is a good gamma, but I’m considering killing him right now.” 

I ran my hand through the side of Grayson’s hair. “Shall we try it again?” I asked. 

Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Try what?” 

“Grayson,” I started, “I love you.” 

He smiled softly and then brought me forward until my forehead met his. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you saying that,” he whispered to me. “I love you too, Belle.”