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CHAPTER 27

Christina's POV

My head was throbbing, and I slowly opened my eyes, only to be greeted with darkness.

What the hell happened?

I staggered to my feet and held my arms, feeling around, trying to find something to grasp.

Suddenly I was blinded by a wave of light. Clumsily, I fell to the ground, shielding my eyes.

"Hey princess, nice to see you."

That voice... I recognize that voice... Hey! It's from that guy from last night.

Oh shit.

I looked up and tried to look at my kidnapper, but I once again had to shield my eyes, for they hadn't adjusted to the light yet.

"Let's go princess, I want you to meet the rest of us."

Before I could even register what he said, I was lifted off the ground, and being carried out the door.

That's when reality hit me.

I had been kidnapped.

And the worst part was- I knew something bad was going to happen. Before, at least I knew Cole, but this? This was the real deal.

I let out a terrified scream and began thrashing around in the man's arms. Surprisingly, I was able to break free, and didn't waste a second as I sprinted down the stairs in front of me.

Immediately, I rushed towards the door and began struggling to open it. Damn, this door was literally bolted shut.

I was plotting was to escape, when someone cleared their throat behind me.

Uh-oh...

I slowly turned around, with my back pressed against the door. I wasn't about to get surrounded. I would rather take my risks at being cornered.

"Where do ya think you're goin?" The guys asked, leaning against the railing a couple feet away from me.

Now that my eyes had adjusted to the bright light, I was able to really look at my kidnapper.

Oh hot damn.

Dark brown hair? Check. Ice blue eyes? Check. Incredible smirk? Check.

All in all. This guy was attractive- incredibly attractive.

But in no way, could he ever- EVER, compete with my mate.

Cole.

An immense amount of sadness filled me, and tears filled my eyes. Just thinking about Cole made me want to curl up and cry. I stared at the ground and began blinking rapidly; pushing away the tears that were threatening to fall out.

"Princess?"

I let out a startled shriek and jolting my head upwards, slamming it against the door in the process.

The man was now standing right in front of me, his hot breath fanning across my face.

"Who- who are you?" I stuttered, attempting to not seem bothered by the proximity.

He smirked and leaned down, coming even closer than before.

"The name's Damon."

I shivered.

Something about him screamed danger, and not the sexy kind, no... the kind that you should avoid at all costs.

"Why... why did you..?" I was struggling to speak.

Why did he kidnap me, and what did he want with me?

Wow.

Why didn't I just ask that?

"Here." He said, grabbing my arm and taking me into the living room, which was filled with about twenty men.

Oh my god.

I looked at each guy, noticing that no one seemed to be older than thirty. My captor himself looked only twenty-five. What did these people want with me?

"Meet my pack." He said, gesturing to all the men.

I shifted uncomfortably; nervous under all the lustful stares I was getting from the guys.

"What do you want from me?" I asked in a mere whisper.

Damon's eyes darkened slightly, with a little bit of anger and lust.

"Well princess, I need you in order to get revenge on the Shadow Pack." Damon said, not exactly explaining much to me.

"Revenge? Why?" I was curious, you can't blame me.

Damon growled slightly, showing his annoyance and anger.

"Listen princess,"he spat out,"all you need to do is follow what I say, and you will be fine."

So... my stubbornness may have gotten the best of me at the moment, so I slapped him.

Big mistake.

I let out a pained filled scream as my body slammed into the wall across the room. My arm was twisted in an unnatural angle, and I could see pooling blood out of the corner of my eye.

Smirking, Damon made his way up to me, and crouched down.

"Do you understand now?"

I managed to nod my head slightly, before giving away to the massive amount of pain overcoming me.

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Cole's POV

I was pacing in my office when I felt it.

Searing pain filled my head and my arm felt like someone just snapped it. What the hell?

Christina.

I let out a roar of anger and slammed my fist down onto my desk, breaking it in half. I mean, my mate was in trouble.

The rouges had gotten her.

"Ian!" I yelled out.

Within a matter of seconds, Ian was by my side.

"Yes Alpha Mathews?"

"The rouges have Christina. I need you to contact my father and also the Moonstone pack. I want them all here by tonight." I ordered, breathing heavily.

The Moonstone pack a neighboring pack who we helped out in the past. I knew they had a great tracking team, so getting them to help us would mean a lot.

Ian quickly nodded his head and exited the room.

My father.

This was his entire fault.

They are going after my mate over something he did long ago. Christina had nothing to do with any of this. They were using her to get to me, and let me tell you-

It was working.

But the thing they don't know is, I will do ANYTHING to have her back. Even if that means slaughtering every single one of them with my bare hands, I swear to god, I will murder them all.

Nothing is going to stop me from getting Christina back.

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Christina's POV

Once again, I woke up with a throbbing headache. Only this time, I was inside of a room.

Wait.

Whose room is this?

I sat up quickly, only to collapse back down, almost screaming out loud from the pain.

"Princess?"

The door slowly opened, and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I closed them tighter as I heard footsteps coming closer and closer.

"Princess, I know you're awake." He chuckled

Bi-polar much?

"How?" I asked, opening my eyes at the same time.

"I'm a werewolf, I can hear the beat of your heart. It quickened with every step I took towards you." He explained, leaning against the wall near the bed.

My eyes widened.

I should have realized.

Every single guy in this house was a werewolf.

Talk about being screwed.

"Now princess, I don't want to have to hurt you again, but if you don't listen to me, then I guess you will just have to tough it out."  

I backed away from him slightly and nodded my head, but made sure to stay looking at the bed sheets. I couldn't let him see the fear in my eyes, he would just use it against me.

"Now princess, I'm going to need a little something to show to Cole."

I froze at the sound on his name.

Once again, tears began filling my eyes. Honestly, I would give anything right now to be with him, in his warm embrace. Now, he may have hurt me, but I could just tell, there was something there.

Why did I have to run away?

"Alright princess, hold out your arm." Damon ordered.

"What?"

Then I noticed it.

The needle and the tiny little bottle.

Oh no.

Damon smirked at my sudden realization.

"Well, you gonna give me your arm or am I going to have to do this the hard way?"

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I felt myself being forced into a chair, chains being wrapped around my ankles and wrists. Tightly, mind you. I let out a small whimper, only to be slapped.

"That's what you get, princess." Damon sneered.

So, I may have attacked him, but hell- I had every right to.

I let out a piercing scream as the needle was painfully stabbed into my arm. My eyes then widened at the sight before me. Damon took the tube that was streaming my blood into the bottle, and put the end of it into a blood bag.

"Don't say I warned you."

That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

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Cole's POV

"Okat so does everyone understand what has to be done?" I asked, looking around.

Everybody nodded their heads and stood up, leaving the room. I followed in suite, ready to begin the search for Christina.

A horrified scream filled my ears.

I rushed to where the sound came from.

There stood a pale, sickened looking, Mandy, staring at the porch.

What the hell?

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Mandy's POV

I was pacing outside of the pack room, rubbing my hands nervously. I really hope these Moonstone trackers will be able to help us. Because if they can't...

I would never be able to live if something bad happened to Christina.

I heard the sounds of footsteps exiting the room, so I decided to lead the way by heading outside. I opened the door and was about to take a step, when I saw it.

The porch was splattered in blood, and in the center, there was a blood bag and a note.

'Alpha Mathews, it's been a while. I have been planning my revenge ever since your father killed my father, and be ready for the worst. Oh and remember, if you try any funny business, I will make sure to drain Christina of every drop of blood left in her- making her death is slow and very, very painful. -Damon'

Oh my god.

That's not just anyone's blood- that's Christina's blood.

I let out a horrified scream.

The footsteps came closer until there was complete silence.

What have I done?

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