Kidnapped Alpha Mate

Chapter 3- Taken by Fate

Em's P.O.V.

It was pitch black. The air around us felt thick and oppressive, making it hard to breathe, as if the darkness itself were pressing in on us. I couldn't see a thing, except for two pairs of eyes, eerily glowing, peering through the void like predators stalking their prey.

I was so mad. My pulse thudded in my ears, the adrenaline buzzing under my skin.

They came into my house. 

My mind was screaming. 

They had ruined everything, stolen the rest of our night, and now they were trying to take us. They were scaring Soph, and I hated them for it. Every fiber of my being screamed to protect her.

My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms as I stood, the cool wood of the floor creaking slightly beneath my feet. I glared daggers, my eyes narrowing, teeth gritted. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, pounding with righteous fury. With a sharp exhale, I slid into my fighting stance, every muscle coiled, ready to spring.

Not long after, I heard the soft scrape of Sophia's feet against the floor. She stood, her breath shaky at first, but then she too found her footing. With the little light shinning through from the moon behind the strangers I could tell she mirrored my stance. I was so proud of her, my chest swelling with pride despite the situation.

"The girls want to fight US?" A gruff voice said disbelief in his voice and a mocking edge to his tone., I could instantly tell it was Mr. Hotty.

I took a step forward, my voice steady and cold, dripping with venom.

"That's right. But to be fair, I'll give you two options. Option 1: You get the hell out of my house or option 2: We kick your asses, and then you get the hell out of my house. Take your pick."

"Good luck, Jackson. You've got a handful." Someone said just behind Mr.Hotty - or Jackson.

The closet lights were thrown on blinding me for a second, that's when I could see the two figures standing in my room just outside the closet. They looked like twins identical in every way that mattered, mirror images carved from the same slab of granite. Their muscles bulged beneath their tight shirts, their biceps alone looked like they could crush a basketball.

One of them, Miller, had a buzz cut that accentuated the sharp angles of his jaw, which clenched and unclenched as he sized us up. His brother, Jackson, wore his hair slightly longer, slicked back, giving him an air of cocky sophistication. 

"Shut it, Miller" Jackson growled, ignoring the twin and his gaze never leaving mine almost menacingly, as if trying to dominate.

But I didn't flinch. I refused to look away.

His eyebrow raised slightly like he was surprised I would dare to keep eye contact, he broke the silence, his voice almost ice cold.

"Okay, I choose Option C... you and her"—he turned his gaze to Sophia, a sick grin pulling at the corner of his mouth—"are coming with us."

My blood boiled. Oh hell no. Over my dead body.

I stepped forward, the floorboards creaking beneath me, and my voice rang out like an iron bell with rage ringing through me.

"You will NOT lay a finger on her! Don't even look at her or so help me God - I WILL BEAT THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF YOU! THEN FEED YOU TO MY NEIGHBORS' DOGS!"

I was seething until a lowly growl got my attention, the sound like gravel being ground beneath boots.

"And why not?"  It was Blondie form the mall, he didn't speak until now, his voice rough and coarse.

I took it as a challenge. My boots scraped against the floor as I closed the distance, standing inches away from him, my breath hot on his face. "Don't try me, blondie."

The shock on their faces was almost satisfying, but there was no time for that. I whipped my head to the side making eye contact with Jackson, eyes searing as I spoke, my voice icy and final. "I'm going to tell you one last time—Get the FUCK out of MY house."

Jackson growled, his jaw tight. He shifted his weight, his muscles tensing in preparation. Then, with a snarl, he lunged at me. The air rushed past my face as I stepped back, feeling the heat of his body as he missed me by mere inches. Miller and the other twin were on me in an instant.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sophia move, her fist flying in a blur. She struck Miller square in the jaw, the impact making his head snap sideways, eyes wide with shock. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to process that a girl had just hit him.

Sophia didn't give him a chance to recover. She unleashed a flurry of punches, each one landing with a satisfying thud. He tried to block, but she was not letting up, dodging his feeble attempts to hold her arms.

My focus shifted for a split second to Sophia's fight, that I wasn't prepared for what happened next. A sudden grip on my wrist yanked me back. I spun, my body reacting on instinct, twisting out of his grasp and driving my knee into his gut. The other twin grunted toppling over, but Jackson appeared in front of me before I could make another move, grabbing both my arms. His fingers were like steel around my wrists. I tried to jerk it free with no use.

I huffed angrily hating the feeling of being restrained. After another strong yank without budging in a haste I threw my head back and slammed it against his. He is much taller than me but I was able to slam against his nose. He didn't expect that and dropped my wrists to grab his nose, so using his momentum I pushed all my body weight towards him and he fell to the ground.

I didn't waste time. I was on top of him in a second, pounding my fist into his face. I only got in two hits when arms wrapped around my shoulder and yanked me off him. The air rushed out of my lungs as I was flung into the back wall. My back hit with a sickening thud as the rod with clothes fell on top of me.

Pain shot through my body, but before I could react, hands pulled me up again so my feet hit the floor. Jackson grabbed both my wrists in one of his hands and shot it above my head, pinning me in an iron grip.

Jackson's voice was low and not even breathless, "I've got to admit, you are good fighter, kitten"

I struggled beneath him, thrashing, but his grip was unrelenting. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, the heat of his body pressing into me as I breathed heavily.

And then, a flash of movement caught my eye.

Sophia was kneeing Miller in his babymaker and was about to throw a punch when I could see Blondie sneaking up behind Sophia, a cloth in his hand. Before I could get a word out, he came up behind her and pressed it to her face. 

"No! Sophia!" I screamed, panic and fury surging through me. Her eyes widened as she thrashed against him, then her body went limp, sinking into his arms.

Jackson chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. "You guys are coming with us. One way or another."

My mind raced as I caught the scent of something faint but chemical in the air. I knew what was coming. I twisted, trying to break free, but Jackson was too strong.

He pulled a cloth from his pocket, pressing it over my nose and mouth. I immediately resisted, holding my breath. The sharp smell burned my nostrils, and my body screamed for air. But I didn't breathe in. I wouldn't.

"Come on, kitten. Breathe." Jackson's voice was mocking, almost playful.

I was the captain of my high school swimming team. I could hold my breath longer than anyone on the team. But even I couldn't fight it forever. My chest tightened, and the edges of my vision started to fade to black. My heart pounded in my ears. I gasped, inhaling deep, desperate breaths.

Then, everything went black.

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