I'm Dying Mate (Iona Blackfield) novel Chapter 16

(16) Legal Kidnapping

DAMIANO

What is it with mates that the Moon Goddess is so obsessed on giving us one? I often thought of that when I grew up. I remember my parents that were mates and how my father’s will would bend and be questioned by my mother. She’s the only werewolf in existence who is able to do that.

The only one that can challenge the 7-foot Lycan and not be scared. I often thought mates would never come to me as most often than not we rarely find our mates due to us having such long lives.

I was still young, I just stopped ageing in the age of twenty-four. I thought I have a hundred years to enjoy my mateless status but of course she came in the form of a small and frail eighteen-year-old with black eyes that sucks everything in you.

It disgusted me how human she was. I didn’t mean to project my frustrations on her when I met her in the mall. It’s just that the realization of her being a human and me having to find another Lycan or werewolf to do the first claiming with both frustrated and disgusted me.

I couldn’t have touched her without me undergoing the stupid ceremony or my Lycan would have killed her on the spot.

You think I’d kill her Odin growls and jerks my left arm to take my attention.

I make a small growl myself while I went to the corner of the room to talk to him. Thankful that lona is asleep. She finally got tired from arguing with us to leave. God, she has no idea how maddening it is to be mated with an Alpha much less a Lycan.

I scoff You would have mated with her without a fucking care that she’s bleeding and human you, primal shit

He lets out a ferocious growl She would have loved it

She would have died. I glare at the floor wanting to punch this asshole inside me. people think I was the asshole and he’s the voice of reason, but they were wrong. A Lycan is different from a normal wolf. They’re too primal and still has the strong instinct of the first wolves.

“Bothering you again?” Drake says when he casually comes back in the room. A phone on his hand and mock interest thrown to my direction.

I roll my eyes “So, is everything set?”

Drake nods “The apartment is ready. Her relatives don’t know shit and I have done her discharge papers”

I nod as I get to my feet to get ready. I move to lona’s side just as Drake did. He starts whispering sweet nothings to her and kisses her temple. When he’s done, I smile at her innocent face. I lean towards her wanting to kiss her lips again but that would wake her

“No one is going to take you away from us now” I whisper and kiss her forehead.

She stirs but was still breathing evenly. I glance at Drake who was still texting, his eyes focused on the small screen.

“The vehicles are out front and ready to go” He pockets his phone and cocks his head to the side. “Come on, Science teacher, you do what’s necessary.”

I roll my eyes while I take the IV out of her arm and putting pressure, so it wouldn’t bleed. She stirs again but we know how exhausted she must be. She just woke up from a medically induced coma after a week. We know her stamina isn’t much right now and she takes whatever she can get.

The other things like the ECG is easy enough to turn off and take off the clip of the machine on her index finger. Once that was done, I wrap her body tightly with her quilt and put my arms around her.

I recite the incantation to make her sleep deeply as I carry her in my arms while Drake opens the door for us. I look around and there was no trace of her family. Her grandmother is still with the Hybrid and the hybrid’s parents.

Drake made sure he is two steps ahead and that it was safe. He pushes the buttons of the elevator for the three of us to get in and reach the lobby of the hospital. I scoff as I remember Drake calling me the science teacher. Can’t believe I went to a public high school and applied to be a teacher.

I have nothing against teachers, but I was overqualified. I have a degree and doctorate on Genetic Engineering and Drake is a fucking nerd with his own degree on Astrophysics, he just chose being a gym teacher on a whim.

I glare at everyone we passed because for sure their eyes were on my mate wrapped tightly with her quilt. There were a lot of men that looks at her which made me hold tighter to her quilt and try not to just put her in Drake’s arms and pummel them to the floor.

“Relax” Drake’s calm voice cut through my heated anger. He sighs, and I can feel his frustration too.

“I want to kill so many people” I huff.

Start with the security guard with the fucking belly Odin snarls

I spot the man who was staring intently at lona. I pull her closer to my chest where her head rests on my chest. The contact almost immediately calmed my thundering heart that wanted to burst and rage through the building.

“Calm,” I whisper to myself. A peace I didn’t I can possess comes to my body. I sigh as we went through the front doors and saw the black sedan car parked on the curb and Drake climbs in first and raises his arms to take her

I hesitatingly gave her to him while he moves to the other side. I climb in, my eye still trained on lona on Drake’s lap. Her legs dangling to the floor, so I pull them to my own lap. The door locks and the driver smell like he’s from Drake’s pack

“To the apartment, Zion” Drake says. Zion? Isn’t that his Beta?

“Yes, sir” Zion says almost mocking. He grins at us through the mirror while driving us away from the depressing hospital. “I see our Luna is being treated quite nicely by the Alphas”

Drake rolls his eyes with a small smile on his face. “Mind your own business.”

“Okay” Zion sings

I roll my eyes while focusing on massaging lona’s feet. My hands on her cold feet even calms me down. The purring that comes from Odin is easing the remaining tension in my body. I could get used to this and to think I have an eternity of this. An entire life completely and devotedly for my mate.

I understand a bit of my parents now. Their relationship was so alien to me as only a handful of Lycan’s were mated hence our population dwindling. There used to be thousands of us but due to our long lives, we grew too lax on looking for our mates, thinking we’d find them even without looking for them

We relied too much on fate but seriously we should have known that gifts were meant to be treasured and sought out for and not be taken lightly. My sister, Damie, already envies the fact that I was lucky enough to meet my mate in such a young age.

Time went by unknowingly, it surprised me that we’re already in the quaint apartment. It was actually a house on the borders of the Blackfield’s territory. It’s near mine and Drake’s as well so if the need arises we can just easily transport her to any of our territories.

Drake was the one to carry her inside as I open the doors for them. Our roles reversing and responsibilities changing. We put lona in a room we’ll be sharing that was thrice the size of her old room in the hospital.

I remember going through her stuff in that blasted room. She didn’t have much and didn’t own much clothes as she preferred hospital gowns and hoodies. It was the only time my heart ever ached at the thought she owned so little for a girl her age. There were a few textbooks and I knew she was incredibly smart. We’ve already looked at her background and apparently, she passed a lot of Ivy league schools. I predict a large argument in the future about her education.

I tuck her in and set aside her hair. My large hands were gentle but firm while I start plaiting her hair as she fell asleep. I didn’t know that my hands could be so gentle while I treated her like a glass that would break. Odin purrs at our devotion.

lona is still sound asleep, the incantation wearing off and this was just her normal unassisted sleep. Her head leaning on one side while her arms are on each side of her. I’ve seen the hybrid do this to her hair, thinking lona would like it I just started doing it.

It’s sloppy and frustrating but I tried and tried again until it looks good enough to leave behind. I hear Drake in the kitchen preparing food knowing she’ll be hungry once she wakes up. I didn’t cook much and thankfully Drake is your quintessential Italian boy that knows a wide variety of recipes from his family

I remember as a child, we’d eat lunch at his house and how much weight I gained from doing so. His parents were the best cooks, but her mother especially was the best one. The memory of his family also reminded me of the fact that Drake is all alone now.

His parents died during an attack in Italy. I was in the US at that time, but I flied right away to my oldest friend. Drake was drenched in blood of those who killed his parents. On his hands, were the heads of the werewolves that killed them.

It was the first time I have ever been scared of a werewolf. The grim Drake with the cold blue eyes and blood just pooling around him is an image I can’t take out of my head. I hope lona wouldn’t have to see that side of him. I wish she wouldn’t have to see the sides of us that entails a lot of danger than safety.

There is a reason why the Blackfield were our enemies, they called us volatile and unstable heirs to our packs and they were right. We’re young and impulsice but due to the fact that my parents have been leading my pack for decades now and Drake’s parents are dead, we have to take the title and be Alphas.

After ten failed tries, it was a braid that I was finally satisfied with. It was also the moment lona opens her black orbs and meets mine. I see how she is relieved to see my face and even if she doesn’t admit it, I know she wants us near.

Her eyes roam to the large room. Seeing uncertainty and panic at the unfamiliar room. Her eyes sweep through the large windows with the white curtains, to the expensive sofas and vanity. There was a gold chandelier on the high ceiling and a fireplace with a plasma TV above the mantle.

With wide eyes, she looks to me again. Hoping for answers that I wasn’t going to say until she asks. I wanted to hear her voice and tease her a bit. It’s so fun toying with her mood and making her pout in frustration. It makes me want to kiss her or mark her right then and there. My body heats up at the idea of her under me and my teeth latching on to the skin of her neck.

The idea of marking her made Odin run in circles in my head. He is chanting for me to do it, but I refused. She already hates us enough for leaving her and thinking we’d rejected her. Not to mention, we have mated with another female for the first claiming that she’ll never survive

That stand in was disgusting. Ilona’s scent didn’t latch on to that woman for long Odin growls in frustration. I agreed, I remember picking that girl out of urgency and hurried along with the ceremony, so I can tend to my mate.

It wasn’t long after that, we got a call from our enemies. Asking for a treaty or temporary alliance to let them go through our packs in the hopes that they’ll find a mate for their sick human niece. Upon hearing about their plans, we thought they were pathetic and was ready to attack from the inside of their Fredo’s pack house until I smelled her scent in it.

It confused me as to why my mate would be there, but I soon found her in the infirmary. Body filled with bruises and deathly pale. She didn’t look that bad when I first met her in the mall. She looks worse for wear like she was worked to the bone. Her eyes sunken and her body thin and frail.

She really did look like she was dying. It took a lot in me not to whisk her away and just mark her to turn her. It wasn’t the right time and without consent it would be incredibly painful for her. I doubt she’ll survive it.

“Where am I?” her soft voice asks while looking around again.

I smile “Our home”

She frowns. Her lips pouting all over again and it took a lot in me not to lean forward and kiss her senseless. I still remember the taste of her in my mouth. “Our home?”

“Yes, this would be where you’d be living” I grin at her. I couldn’t stop my body from leaning forward and trapping her between my propped arms.

She inches back but winces,

“Are you okay?” I frown, worry gripped my chest while I grasp her shoulders and let her lean her weight on me

“Yeah, I’m just sore. I think I need to move” she whispers, her body relaxing and giving the weight to me. “Can you help me?”

I hear her nervousness as she asks me. she’s scared. I can feel it. She’s probably scared that she can’t walk after being bedridden for a week and a half.

“Of course,” I reply. I pull her body to mine and help her to her feet. My hands hovering on her waist while she slowly starts to move her feet

She winces again. “Wait, I just need the numbness to subside”

I nod “Take it as slow as you can”

She smiles gratefully at me. I realized as mad as she is because of us, she is still incredibly kind and polite. Sure, she can make an incredible argument and the woman can stand her own against us but that doesn’t mean she’s mean nor is she going to forget her manners. She isn’t a bitch in any sort of definition actually she is just the opposite. She is too nice. But she doesn’t forgive easy, apparently.

She starts to teeter to one side and my reflexes were immediately moving to her aid. But she shakes her head at me while she regains her balance. Her hands grabbing my wrist for support as we walk step by step to the outside.

She moans at the smell of what Drake was cooking. I curse under my breath, trying to stop the blood that rushed down to my pants. breath,

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