A/N: Hey there!! So here's the new chapter, I apologise for the late upload, Ive been working on a new book called Dead Sunrise. Check out a book called The Alpha's Rare wolf !!
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Chapter 13
Isabella’s POV
It has been three months since I gave birth to James. It has been the most weary three months of my life as well as content. I have been deprived of sleep most of the time, Beth usually helps me take care of James. As far as school goes Ive been learning from the comfort of my home, I couldn’t leave James with Beth, my wolf just wouldn’t allow it.
“Isabella, Im going to work, James is still asleep in his room” Every word she says is coated in ecstasy as per usual.
“Okay Beth” I walked towards the nursery to check on James and as usually her was sleeping peacefully in his crib. As I looked at my baby, I felt a wave of guilt washed though me. He will never know his father but then again his father isn’t the best role model for James. I looked at James and his serene expression once more and left towards the kitchen. After giving birth to James I lost a significant amount of weight, I hope I recover and go back to my pre pregnancy weight but thats the Iast thing on my mind. I decided on lucky charms for breakfast, I get the most sweetest cravings now.
I walked over to the nursery and saw James’ eyes starting to open.
“Hello baby boy, how’s mummy’s little boy doing?” he replied with a cry as If to say he didn’t want to listen to me talking, he only wanted to eat. I held him in my arms, taking in his face, he looked just like Blake, he has his nose and lips, he has my eyes thankfully. I walked over to where the extracted milk lay and grabbed it.
“Mummy loves you, you know that right” He let out silent mummers as he drank his milk without obligation. As soon as he finished I gave him a chance to burp and placed him into his play pen. I got ready, I got dressed in black tapered trousers, a nude blouse, some nude flats, a black jacket and gold plated jewelry. I left my hair the way it is: wavy, my hair never really stayed straight it was always rather wavy. I walked back to James’ nursery only to find him gone, panic kicked in straight away as I ran into every room in the house until there were no more rooms left to look in.
It all started to sink in, my baby boy is missing. Is he kidnapped? Is he dead? Did he crawl away somehow? I took of my clothes and shifter into my wolf, the process was painstakingly painful but at this point I couldn’t care less, my baby boy was stolen away from me and Im going to get him back.
Blake’s POV
I got ready just before 10:15, I was supposed to be at Elliot’s house to help him redecorate his house, Angelina didn’t like the interior of the house so everything has to be redecorated. I heard my phone ring in my pocket so I casually picked it up.
“Hello”
“Blake where are you, I told you to be here before 10:15”
“I guess it just slipped my mind, sorry I’ll be there soon”
I hurried out of the door without a single word and walked towards my Aston Martin VS vantage sp10. My cars are like my babies, I couldn’t help but think what it could have been like if I still had my mate by my side.
I reached Elliot’s house in less than ten minutes. I mean Elliot doesn’t live far away from the pack house but he lives on the corner of the woods-how convenient-I reached the porch steps climbing up the steps slowly, every step I take I remember the content feeling Isabella gave to me when she still lived in Nashville . I knocked on the door waiting for the door to open.
“Blake, you’re here finally its about time” Elliot said with a slightly irritable voice
“Oh stop it Elliot, he’s here now” Angelia invited me warmly into her home. “Okay so we need to repaint the walls in the office, rooms and bathroom. Ive ordered new furniture and it should be here soon so keep that in mind, Blake you can start in the office, just go and move back the desk and paint the walls white, so we can repaint it some sort of other colour later” I walked towards the office dreading the whole day. I got started on pushing everything out of the way so I could paint the walls. As I pulled the desk back, a stack of papers and folders fell from between the wall and the desk. I took the papers and read a few, they were all letters, letters from Isabella about her new life and her baby. I have a son and I was never told about this, well Elliot is sure in some deep shit right now.
“Elliot, what the hell is this?” I walked over to where Elliot was with Angelina were.
“What are you talking about?” How can he act so oblivious?
“Im talking about these, these letters from Isabella that you got, you never even told me you were talking to her” I was now beyond pissed.
“Look Isabella told me not to tell you anything, and she is the only family I have left so Im respecting her wishes, is that too hard to comprehend for you? Just listen, yes she sent me the letters but you also got a letter, I checked If it was a safe letter and whilst I was checking it I saw a picture in there with a letter, a blackmail letter.”
“Who was it from?” I was curious and angry, he better answer my damn question.
“It was from some Malcolm guy”
“Right, and what does it say?”
“It says if you do not give us the money you owe with interest then you will never get to meet your baby, and Isabella will be tortured and killed. I mean you have to give them the damn money, this is Isabella’s and the baby’s life at risk.”
I left his house and drove off into the woods, I shifted and ran. I ran as far as I could, I had to think properly.
Isabella’s POV
I ran everywhere, I sniffed around and I still didn’t see or smell James. I slid down a a tree and started crying until I heard the fallen branches snap. I turned my head towards the direction the sound came from and saw nothing. The sky was getting darker hour by hour. I decided to sniff around for James, I stood up and felt a hand with a cloth over it reaching for me. My reflexes are rusty,so I was too slow to dodge the hand. My mouth was covered with the cloth, I felt a tiredness wash over me and In no time I fell towards the ground with a thump.
I woke up with the worst headache in an awfully small sombre cellar. Where in the world am I?
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