Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 12

dnapped by My Mate

Chapter 12

BELLE

The wolf approached me slowly, maintaining intense eye contact. I stared back at him, trying to control my shaky breathing.

He stopped directly in front of my face and let out a puff of air.

I flinched. More tears ran down my face.

Grayson whimpered. His wet nose touched mine. Then his tongue ran up my cheek and moved to the other one to do the same.

I realized then that he was licking up my tears—but I couldn’t tell if he meant it to be comforting or if he was deciding whether he wanted to eat me.

I flinched again in disgust. I didn’t want his saliva all over my face.

Grayson whimpered again. He moved back a bit and I felt something tugging on my shirt, and I looked down to see Grayson pulling on it with his teeth.

“Wh–what?” I asked.

He continued to pull on my shirt, slightly yanking me forward.

I looked at him, confused. “What do you want?”

I wasn’t sure if he could understand me, but then he jerked his head toward the bed and barked loudly.

“The bed?” I asked.

He gestured with his snout again in confirmation.

Why would he want me to go to the bed? And more importantly, what did he want to do with me once I got there?

“Why?” I whispered.

He didn’t respond. He just latched back on to my T–shirt with his mouth and continued to tug, this time with more force.

I was yanked forward a bit, and I gasped. “Okay, okay.”

I was yanked forward a bit, and I gasped. “Okay, okay.”

I rose from my spot on the floor slowly, never taking my eyes off the wolf in front of me. He moved with me, watching my every movement. Once I was on my feet, I realized just how big he truly was. Even when I was standing, he was taller than me, as big as a horse.

I approached the bed on shaky legs, noticing that Grayson stayed close, his fur brushing up against me, almost as if he expected me to fall at any moment.

I slowly sat down and took in a deep breath.

I looked back at the wolf and gave him a questioning look that said, “What now?”

Grayson came to stand in front of me. He pressed his nose against my chest and nuzzled me.

“I—what?” I lost my balance and ended up on my back, staring at the ceiling. I blinked.

I felt the bed shake violently, and realized that Grayson was coming to lie down next to me.

I watched warily as he got comfortable. He lay down and put his head on his paws, then whimpered.

“What?” I asked.

He closed his eyes and then made a growling noise that sounded suspiciously like a snore. He opened his eyes again and looked at me.

“You want to go to sleep?”

He barked. He moved forward and touched my arm with his nose. Then he looked at me and barked again.

“You want me to sleep?” I was beyond confused at this point.

Why did he want me to go to sleep? What good would that do?

Grayson barked yet again and nodded his big wolf’s head quickly. He stared at me as though he expected me to fall asleep right then and there, but I didn’t.

I mean, how could I?

He really was a beautiful animal–terrifying, but beautiful. He was solid black to match his eyes,

and strong.

I looked away. I should not be admiring a monster. My gaze returned to the ceiling as the tears continued to flow. I had calmed down a bit, but still my b*dy shook.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Grayson put his head back on his paws as he let out a huff. I could feel his eyes on me, which was unsettling. So Grayson could turn into a wolf.