His Mate

XXIII

Zane

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A week later

"She is so adorable" my mom squeals. I scowl at her as Charlotte frowns rolling over. She reach over caressing Charlotte's cheek. Charlotte's frown deepens when she realizes that its not my touch.

Her body goes into defense mode. She reaches for something holding it towards my mother before she can throw the dagger, I slowly pull it away caressing her hand with my thumbs. She relaxes pulling me down on the bed climbing on top of me. She snuggles into my chest, growling when I move.

I sigh sitting up in the bed bringing her with me. I wrap my arms around her waist. She leans into me frowning when my mother squeals. Her eyes flutter open and she looks around. Her eyes land on my mother and she smiles, showing her teeth. My mother squeals again, ranting on about Charlotte. Charlotte growls pushing me away just as a man walk into the room.

Charlotte

I push Zane's mom behind me growling.

Hunters.

I think.

The man stalks towards me, throwing a punch, a catch it crushing his hand. I turn around asking Zane's mom if she's okay. She nods her eyes widening when a hand flies around my neck.

I stop my breathing, when he presses his dick against my butt, his grip loosening. I slam elbow into his nose breaking it. His stumbled falling to the ground. "Who. Sent. You?" I ask between punches. He spits in my face. I wipe it away, punching him one last time before knocking him out.

I get off him walking into the bathroom taking a shower.

'Hes in the dungeon' I hear in my head.

I put on a one of Zane's shirts and  a pair of shorts, I walk out of the room and down into the basement of the pack house, maneuvering through the pack cells to the dungeon.

"Who sent you?" I ask.

"I'll never betray him." He says.

I walk towards him sitting on his lap, despite Zayne's growl. "Who sent you?" I ask again. He growls and I take his hand in mine. "I wonder which I should break first?" I ask. I break his little finger.

The sickening crack echoing in the room. One thing you learn from being an ex-assassin. I break his index finger when he doesn't answer. He screams out and the pain gets the better of him and he spills everything. "Nathan. Nathan Wedderburn. He sent me." He wheezes. I get off him, punching him in the face. "And that's for pushing your dick on me." I say walking towards Zane.

He pulls me into his chest, kissing me passionately. My arms wrap around his neck , leaning into him. He bites my lip, sucking on it. His arms wrap around my thigh, wrapping them around his waist.

He carries us out of the room and upstairs into our bedroom. Throwing me on the bed, parting my legs and climbing on top of me. He rips off my clothing and the rest was bliss.