My Fated Mate Can Have Her Chapter 32: Within His Grasp [18 ]

[Warning: Mature Content]

Violet

Kael stood in front of , having materialized out of thin air.

How?

He can’t be here. How was he back so soon and how did he get here?

I tried to run.

His hand closed around my wrist before I’d taken two steps.

"No." I pulled against the grip and my heart soared. I might be tired, but not weak, and yet I couldn’t break from his firm grip.

He turned to face him, and even in the darkness, I could see his eyes blazing with sothing that might have been fury or fear or both.

"What is the aning of this?"

"I am leaving. Please, let go!"

He went still and I noticed the incessant twitch in his jaw.

"The hell I will." His other hand ca up to cup my face, forcing to et his gaze. "You can’t leave."

I turned away from him, digging my heels into the ground to plant myself in place as I pulled against him. With a sharp tug, he pulled against his chest.

"Don’t be silly."

"Please, let go—"

My throat nearly lurched up towards my mouth as I was montarily suspended in the air. He had flung over his shoulder, securing around the waist in a vice grip.

"What—what are you doing?!" I yelped, trying to push myself off him. "Just let go!"

He leapt past the tress, and sudden bursts of harsh wind brushed against .

My heart raced.

He was dragging back.

Back toward the estate.

Back towards that prison.

"Just put down!"

I kept yelling and I do not know long I kept it for. My arms burned but I still tried to insistently wiggle myself from his grip which was horrifyingly becoming clear just how powerless I was against him.

I went still when I discovered where we were.

Wolves stared.

A lot of them had paused mid-conversation, their heads turning as their Supre Alpha hauled through the inner district. And he was casually walking, as if he wanted everyone to see.

Humiliation burned through . Not again. Not more stares, more judgnt, more—

"How could you do this to ?" I whispered.

"I am done hiding you. Isn’t that what you want?" Kael said quietly, but there was sothing raw beneath the words that made my stomach flip.

What did he an by that?

My hands dug into his back. "Why can’t you just—"

There was a sudden burst of wind and in within seconds, we were on the estate grounds.

"Lord—"

"Don’t," he hissed and I managed to catch a glimpse of Tow outside before he dragged into the building, bounding up the stairs and racing through corridors.

He barged into my room and slamd the door shut behind us with a finality that made my heart race.

He then released and I stumbled, nearly falling down while he faced .

"Explain," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "Everything."

I opened my mouth incredulous. "Explain? Explain what?! What is there for to explain when nothing I say would be important? Why even bring —"

His face twisted with a betrayed frown that shut up. "I want to hear your side. To listen to you. Why would you—"

"Why would I run away?! I am a born Oga. You should know how I am treated," I found myself yelling to my shock, but I couldn’t stop myself as everything poured out. "Your sister attacked twice... Once with that thing in the city and again with—" My voice cracked.

He grabbed my arms, his eyes wide. "What do you an ’again’?"

"Don’t touch !" I tore myself from his hold, succeeding this ti. "I don’t like this. Just stop."

"No." He took a step closer. "Tell . What did she—"

"You don’t actually care about ." I clutched my hand to my chest, the words coming out of quieter. "Stop acting like you care. You would have left for dead if not for—"

"Don’t." His voice dropped dangerously low as a heightened glow lit his eyes. "Don’t you dare tell what I feel."

I let out a short laugh. "That’s not possible. I can tell to a degree and you truly don’t care. If I didn’t have this so called Lycan bloodline and was still your mate despite being a asly Oga, you wouldn’t—"

He moved faster than I could react, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. He grabbed by my arms, firr as he forced to et his fuming gaze.

"You," he said, his voice shaking with barely restrained intensity, "are my MATE."

I shuddered.

"You are the one person in this entire territory I cannot stop thinking about. I am ashad to admit, you are not wrong and I am utterly disgusted by myself because of this. But I do care about you. You don’t an nothing to ! Stop—"

I shook my head and shot my hands out, trying to push him away. "I don’t want to hear it! Just leave—"

He moved so fast I didn’t have ti to react.

He buried his hands into my hair, tilted my head back, and his mouth was on mine, stealing the rest of my words.

I froze in shock clutched onto his chest, not sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

My pulse roared in my ears as his lips sent a strange pulse racing through my veins, igniting a heat that made my skin tingle. Everywhere he touched, and didn’t, felt like fire. His fingers grazed my scalp and his body heat seeped through my clothes.

A sound escaped my throat and his tongue slipped past my lips, teasing in a slow, deliberate stroke that sent shivers cascading down my spine. A disturbing ache pooled low in my stomach.

I felt him shudder in response, his breath hot against my mouth.

My hands fisted in his shirt instead of pushing him away, clinging as if he were my lifeline.

’No. What am I...’