My Destiny Mate by ARIE78 (Completed)

Chapter 9 Beam

When I finally came to again, it took me a while to realize where I was. From the initial scan of my surroundings, I knew I wasn’t at home, but I didn’t get many more clues than that. The room was spacious and dark and in the faint light coming from a tiny narrow window near the ceiling, I could tell it was mostly empty, apart from some shelves along

the walls.

Was I in a basement? Whose basement was it?

What I knew for sure was that I was bound to a chair. I had a splitting headache and the back of my head was throbbing with pain in one particular spot, which told me I must have been hit there. When I tried to move my hands and feet, I felt them sore and tightly restrained to the arms and legs of a sturdy chair. I tried to rock back and forth, hoping to topple over and break the chair somehow, but it didn’t budge. It appeared to be screwed down to the floor. My mouth was also taped over and I couldn’t make a louder sound than

a pathetic whimper. Little by little I started to remember the rain, the empty house, the nightmare I’d had, the baby’s cry, and finally the blow to my head. I hadn’t had the chance to see who’d abducted

me, but if they hadn’t killed me already, there must have been a good reason for that. I also suddenly remembered Wayo, left in the mud, babbling softly, when I’d bent down to pick him up and lost consciousness. No, wait! The soft babbling wasn’t a memory. I realized I could actually hear it, right now, behind a door in front of me. Wayo was here! I suddenly forgot all about my strange predicament. I didn’t care I was bound and every inch of my body felt bruised, or that my stomach churned from not having eaten anything in a whole day. My baby was here and he sounded well. That’s all

I needed to know to give me the strength to come up with a plan to get us both out of here. Then I remembered Forth and imagined him coming back and finding our empty home and my chest was squeezed in a painful spasm again. How could I warn him to wait for

me there and not go after us? Even if I managed to save Wayo and run away from here, how was I ever going to find my way back to him again? What if he was looking for us in a completely opposite direction? To begin with, I had absolutely no idea where I was at

the moment.

What if we were never reunited again? What if I couldn’t get our baby out of the hands of our captors? What if…?

My thoughts were cut short by the screeching of rusty door hinges. I strained my eyes and discerned a large figure coming in the room, the dark silhouette outlined in the warm light of a fire somewhere in the room behind him. He was carrying a tray with food. Two painfully familiar smells hit me all at once the moment he opened the door. The

first was that of Wayo. Yes, he was there, in the other room, and he was calm. The other one was that of Max, the Alpha of the Black Phantome, the man who now stood in front of me.

My breath caught in my lungs.

“Good evening, Beam,” he said with an eerie calm as if we’d only parted hours ago. I couldn’t see his face, which was obscured by the shadow, but I could picture his deeply creased, weathered skin and his flashing, olive-black eyes. His half silver hair was probably

still tied in an elaborate braid at his nape and his incisors protruded out of his mouth even when he was in human form. Despite his old age, he was still the strongest wolf among the Black Phantome and the pack’s rightful leader. I only snuffled in response as I couldn’t say more with the tape over my mouth. Once he moved closer to me and away from the rectangle of light in the doorway, my eyes grew large at the scene that was playing out behind his back. A woman, Janean, his