Kidnapped by my Mate

Taken

Wanda

When I woke up, my head felt like it was about to explode. Had I been in a bar yesterday? It was Saturday, so thenk good I didn't had to go to work. Had I hit my head?

Suddenly I was wide awake, when the events of this morning came back to me, like a flashback.

I'd gotten into the cab, to go to the airport, but there has been someone with me in the cab.

A shiver run trough me as I remembered the evil man there and the smile on his face. When someone had stabbed me in the neck with a needle, I had blacked out. Someone had given me an anesthetic,, which would also explained my headache and nausea. There had to be something else in the needle too, because I couldn't feel my wolf.

I quickly looked down at myself, although the movement made me feel sick and I almost threw up.

To my relief, I was still wearing the same clothes that I had on when I entered the taxi earlier this morning.

I looked around the room, I was lying on a small bed, there were some small windows with bars in front of them, apart from a sink, there was only a small sideboard in the room.

My headache slowly subsided and I sat up to look for a way out.

There was a door, I slowly got up and as the dizziness slowly passed away, I walked towards it. I tried the handle and no suprise, it was locked. Next I went to the commode and looked through it. There were women's clothes, shirts, dresses and underwear in it. There was a toothbrush and a hairbrush in one of the drawers.

What the...?!

Before I could look around any further, I heard someone approaching my door.

I turned around and prepared to face my captor.

The door opened and a tall man stood in front of me, he was a werewolf, but he wasn't the one I had seen in the cab. He scowled at me, then stepped towards me to grabbed my arm. I tried to shake his hand off and braced my feet on the ground as he pulled me along with him.

Annoyed, he stopped in his tracks and looked at me angrily.

"Don't cause me any trouble."

"No problem, just let me go. Then I'll be gone and cause no more trouble." I said, just as annoyed.

The next moment, my face was thrown to the side as his hand hit my cheek. He had hit me.

What a Bastard!

As I lunged for a punch myself, he grabbed my fist and twisted it so hard that I whimpered quietly in pain.

"Will you stop giving me trouble and come with me now?" He asked me, twisting my hand even more.

Tears came to my eyes but I refused to give in.

"No, you asshole." I said and tried to pull my hand out of his grip.

He looked at me angrily and with one swift movement he threw me over his shoulder. I pounded his back with my fists.

His grip on me was tight, my punches didn't have the slightest effect on him as he hurried through corridor after corridor with me over his shoulder.

I tried to memorize where we were going, but quickly gave up. I had to focus, not to throw up, because of the shaking.

We came to a halt, the man knocked on a door and someone behind it asked us in.

Before I knew what was happening to me, I was being placed on a chair. I immediately wanted to jump up from the chair, but was pushed down by strong hands.

I snorted and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

The man who had sat next to me in the cab was sitting in front of me. He looked like he was in his early forties, he was also a werewolf and he had a dark aura surrounding him. He looked like a banker or a CEO, with his tailor-made suit. His face was angular, his muscles were clearly visible under his suit and his hair was cut short and was black.

His eyes, however, stared at me coldly like ice, they were dark brown, a smile played around his lips which stood in stark contrast to the coldness he radiated.

"You're cute when you're angry." Said the man in front of me.

I snorted.

"If there's one thing I'm definitely not, it's cute." I said to him, which only made him laugh out loud.

"Oh, honey, I'm going to enjoy our week together."

Huh? What? A week with him?

"I assume you have some questions?" He said in a tone that was as calm as if we were talking about the weather.

"What do you want from me?" I asked when the chaos in my head had subsided.

"Me? I don't want anything from you, but someone paid me a nice sum to get you for him. You're going to stay here with me for a week, where.... how should I say this. I'll prepare you for what awaits you afterwards." He said with a sinister grin.

"Who paid you to do that?" I asked, his wicked grin giving me goosebumps.

"The buyer prefers to remain anonymous."

"And why did he pay you to ''get'' me?" I made goose bumps in the air, which only made the man in front of me grin even more.

"I don't know, honey, you'll have to ask him yourself, when you meet him."

"And why are you "getting" people? Are you a human trafficker?" I asked angrily, he laughed mockingly because of my anger.

"Yes, you could call me that, except I don't deal with humans. I procure werewolves for anyone who pays me."

I felt my heart rate spike, I knew who was sitting in front of me.

Damien Callister. He had kidnapped Mary, my cousin Joshua's mate. When she was rescued, Damien had already disappeared, only a few of his Rouge henchmen had still been at the olace where she was held captive.

"I know who you are." I said.

" Sure you do." He said casually, as if we weren't talking about my kidnapping.

"Why are you doing this?" He grinned at my question

"Kidnapping people you mean? Well it's very lucrative and my lifestyle is very.... expensive."

"You're a rouge." It wasn't a question yet he nodded.

"But I'm not just any rouge, I'm their king." His eyes shone with madness.

I let this information sink in for a moment before asking my final question.

"What are going to do to me now? To prepare me for what's to come next?"

"Do you really want to know?" He asked me, his voice as full of mockery as his smile.

I felt sick of the thought what to expect.