Kidnapped By My Mate

Chapter Eight

*Dylan's Pov*

The hardest part about facing the truth is accepting it. No matter how I put it, I always heard the words come from her precious mouth, the words I never thought I would hear her say.

But, I realize that she was drugged involuntary, and kidnapped by Kyle. Why, in all of the werewolves, did it have to be him? His name is so disgusting, like him, and the mere thought of him touching my mate made bile rise in the back of my throat. I mean, I really don't understand what the moon goddess has planned out? It doesn't make sense that Ally would have to mates.

But, I wasn't going to give up on her. I was going to get her back, and I was going to see her precious face once more.

*Kyle's Pov*

I thought that Dylan would get the idea to screw off, but I learned not to long ago that he had issued a search, and all of the packs were pitching in. He may know that Ally was drugged, but I'm sure a part of her really meant what she said.

I have been planning this for so long, and I won't let him come in and ruin it all. Allyson's face has been in my dreams for years, only never had she been so close to me. I knew that without her I would go senile, considering that my wolf feels calmer with her near me.

She lays so snug by the fireplace, on the couch that stood farthest from a window. I could not risk anyone seeing her here. I could not lose her. In her dreams, I could tell that she was happy, but I knew it was not me who brought her the happiness. Dylan had brainwashed that wonderful mind of hers, and it made me angry. So angry that I resisted the urge to find him and kill his ungrateful soul.

Her locks of honey suckle golden hair spread out around her, and the corner of her mouth tugged to form a colossal smile that spread warmth over my heart. Although, the voice inside of me reminded me that it wasn't a smile fore me.

Her beautiful hazel eyes slowly fluttered open, and her smile continued to grow on her face. Inhaling deeply, she rolled over to her side, and her eyes fell upon me. Startled, she gasped, and the smile faded, along with the sparkle in her eyes. She jumped up, throwing off the covers, and scrambled to the floor. Her feet dashed to the other side of the room, and she gave me a frightening glare.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her arms crossing in a protective manner, "And where am I?"

I chuckle, and realize that she wouldn't remember the earlier events that took place, when she told Dylan that she no longer cared for him.

"I'm your mate, Allyson," I reply, all to calmly.

"Mate? Are you Australian?" she smarted back in sassy manner, my anger building up in my chest.

"No. It means we are soul mates," I snap, and she stares blankly at me.

"Get away from me. Don't try to touch me, you utter freak!" she yelled, tears threatening to spill in her eyes.

Her eyes fell upon the mantle beside of her, and she grabbed a scarlet vase that sat jauntily upon it. Heaving it with excessive force, she threw it across at me. I. of course, had the speed to dodge it, and she begin to find objects that she knew could hurt me. It took everything I had to not let my wolf have the floor, and possibly allow him to rip her to shards. Dylan hadn't even told her about what we were, which was a very stupid move.

She raced throughout varies sections of the house, and heaved anything at me to try to block my pack. Since I am a rogue, I had no other wolves to call for, only trying to capture her myself.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I say soothingly, but she continues to scramble through the house.

"You may not hurt me but you sure are a freak! You have some nerve to kidnap me!" she called.

"That's not how you reacted when Dylan kidnapped you," I smugly say, knowing I caught her attention.

She freezes, and slowly turns around to face me.

"I don't know how you are, but I am warning you to stay away from my life. I don't even know how you know me," she threatens,

"Oh, Allyson, you have so much to learn. Let's start with your life when you were younger," I smile, watching her fists ball up in anger, "I know your mother, Olivia."

"She is not my mother!" she raised her voice, and backed up against the wall.

"Oh but she is. She protected you from what the rogues wanted to do with you. Kill you, or make them their slave."

"Rogues? What are you talking about?" she inquired, and I smirked.

"Werewolves, Allyson."

She grimaced, and stared at me like I had grown two heads.

"Werewolves don't exist," she said more to herself, rather than to me.

"Trust me, they do," I promise, and I allow my wolf to transform, right there just to prove it.

*Olivia's Pov*

Dylan's unhealthy habit of losing sleep the first night Ally was gone wasn't good for his health. He came back to the pack's house late and recruited a group of Blue Shield werewolves to create the search route for tomorrow. Since Kyle was a rogue, we has no way of finding a source to tell us were he took her.

It was a quarter past one and Dylan was still in an intense meeting with the other packs. I, being Ally's mother, was worried, but I knew something that Dylan didn't understand.

Allyson is more than just his mate, and is more than the girl that she grew up believing she was. Just as I am, she is also. She has the abilities that I posses, but they can only be activated on her eighteenth birthday, which happens next week. It's only a matter of time before it is revealed, and I know that it's dangerous.

Kyle is also Ally's second mate, but he knows what she is. Kyle has dealt with our family before, and he knows that, as alpha of the largest pack in history, if he and Ally team up, he can destroy who he wants.

Dylan doesn't understand that this is more than just losing a mate. If he isn't careful, he could lose more than that.

I wait until the meeting is over, and I wait until Dylan is alone. He saunters to the couch, and plops down on it. The others leave for the night, all except for me.

"Dylan, look, I don't think you understand what's really going on," I start, unsure of how he will react.

He runs his hand through his hair and stares at me with disbelief.

"Yes, I do. Kyle stole Ally from me!"

I sigh, and hesitate on how to tell him this.

"Ally is just like me. She is the same thing as me," I say.

He nods. This was no surprise to him.

"But," I continue, "I don't thing you understand what Kyle really wants with her."

"What does he want?" Dylan asked, clenching his fists.

"He wants power. United forces can grant overwhelming power."

"What do I do?"

"Listen, I know that this may be bad for you, but I think it's time you team up with Grace. I know that there is some bad history between you two, but that's the only other option," I suggest, and he grimaced in disgust.

Grace and Dylan have a . . . history behind them, and I know Dylan doesn't want anything to do with her. But, it may be the only way to help Ally. I've been told that the extent of her powers can be dangerous when she first receives them. I just hope we can get her under control when she does began to turn.

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Hey guys! I entered this story in the Wattys, just wanted to let you know.

Who can guess what Ally is?

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

-Elizabeth