His Mate

12. Taken

Charlotte

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"You're going to school" Zane said sternly. I groaned stepping into the shower. I scrub my hair with shampoo and conditioner, scrub my body and then rinse off. Stepping out of the shower I wrap a towel around my body.

I walk into the closet putting on a red high waisted shorts, white crop top, and a red leather jacket. I apply winged eyeliner and mascara to my eyes and pop lipgloss onto my plump lips.

I paint my nails white adding blacks dots I dip them in ice water adding a coat of clear nail polish. I slip on a pair of red flats. Walking into the bedroom, I picki up the curling iron. Curling my hair tightly teasing the curls a little. I pick up my bag, my phone and my car keys walking out of the room.

And then it happened, they came, the council. "Let go of my mate!!" Zane growled. "I'm afraid we can't do that" the man holding me said. In a swift movement he had knocked Zane out. I screamed as his body fell to the ground.

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Charlotte felt pain as they dragged her away tears streaming down her face. She knew she might never see her mate again. She fought their hold, kicking and screaming but her efforts to escape were futile.

She felt the pain of being pulled away from her pack. As she took that final step over the border, as she walked into another territory one that was not hers, she struggled against their hold tears streaming down her face.

They pulled to a stop studying her body, their eyes stopping on her baby bump.

"No!" She screamed as he pulled his knife out stalking towards her.

"NO!!" She screamed again as he sinked the knife into her stomach killing her little bundle of joy. She fell to the ground sobbing, they picked her up dragging her to the castle.

Dragging her like a doll to the cells they threw her aside like a piece of trash, like unwanted goods, unwanted soul.

They threw her in with the rejects but she knew they would be back for her very soon. That they have something planned for her, planned for her fate.

She knew she couldn't change that, no matter how much she tried, because you don't get to choose fate.

Bringing her knees up to her chest, she winced, being reminded of her loss. She rocked herself to sleep, thinking about her beloved mate.

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