My Forgotten Mate

Mine to Claim

Chapter 9:

            It was like a scene right how of the horror movie. Before, I was blind folded already by Ross but today, with the added dark and rain noise pounding on my open window, it was a miracle I did not have a heart attack. My eyes shift from James on top of me and the door, hoping someone would come into the room right how.

            “The rain is hiding my scent, I doubt anyone will come and rescue you.” His words broke my one small hope of escaping. He looked at me and I closed my eyes. I was not going to fall for it again, I knew how his special worked. As long as I don’t look into his eyes, he would not be able to bend my will.

            He laugh softly at me pinching my eyes shut as if there was no tomorrow. His free hand was teasing my ear by playfully pulling and massaging it. I admit, it felt good but I was still not going to open my eyes.

            “If you don’t open your eyes, I’m going to have to do something horrible.” He tease me, he was the only person in the world who would be amuse at the situation right now. Threats weren’t going to work one me. He chuckle and immediately I knew why. My hands reach down to stop him my wiggling his hand under my t-shirt. In surprise I opened my eyes. Crap, his green eyes meet mine.

            “Freeze and don’t talk.” Literally it was as my mouth was zip up and I could not move. He move his hand away from my mouth. The only thing that was still able to express my protest was my eyes. He got off me and went my closet and pulled out one of my old raincoats.

            “Okay, the ride is going to be a little bumpy.” Little my ass, I was on the freaking second floor, I was not looking forward to how he was going to get me down without using the front door. He warp the raincoat around me, didn’t even bother to stick my arms into the sleeves. Then he carried me in his arms and walked towards the window.

            I wanted to scream out for help and at the same time to stop him from committing suicide by jumping out the window with me.

            “You scared?” He dare ask me with a smirk. My eyes were wide open, telling him exactly how I was feeling about the situation. “Don’t worry.”

            That was all he could say before he jumped off. I squinted my eyes close, bracing for the worst. The cold wind and rain fell down on my face and I could feel the lightness of being in midair. I was going to die, I though dramatically in my head. There was grunt from him and the sudden jerking of a landing and I peek through my eyelids.

            I was alive. My eyes widen with happiness and surprise only to narrow back to avoid rain falling into them. I heard a laugh and turn my attention to my kidnapper.

            “You really believe we would die jumping from a second floor.” I know I was acting like a idiot. No werewolf have ever died from jumping up from second even third floors, we were agile. I just would not trust him. I threw him a evil look and he had the gall to only laugh before pulling the hood over my head.

            The bastard had to have plan this all out, there was no way he was walking perfectly into the forest in pitch black darkness without not knowing where to go. My heart started to beat faster as I realize we were getting further and further away from my father’s pack and in this weather, it is impossible to track me down by smell. I struggle hard mentally, trying to redo what I did last time to escape his hold. All my effort only lump down to me still laying in his arms docilely.

            I shiver from the coldness and because I was already kidnapped by him, I wanted to snuggle closer to him to get more of the warmth. He must have notice because his hold on me tighten and brought me closer to him. Somehow in the rash weather, he manage to find a car parked on the side of the main road. I groan at the back of my throat. A car meant longer distance and longer distance meant it being extremely hard to find me.