Her chosen mate (The change series 2)

Chapter 20: Find her

Kai

I came out of the restroom and found Natasha gone, just gone. I walked outside thinking maybe she’d gone out there to wait, I caught her scent on the air, but it was faint, she HAD been here, but she wasn’t anymore. Next to her scent, another’s hit me, the mutts. f***k.

I called Grayson up and told him, as expected, he lost his s.hit, cursed, hit things, I knew he was panicking, she’d been kidnapped before, and it was happening again, I couldn’t imagine all the emotions he must have been going through as a parent right now.

I could hear Lara in the background panicking too, even heard her tripping in her haste to get her shoes as she ran out of the door. Grayson followed her—you could tell a story alone just from sound and what you could hear as a werewolf—he told me to go after them, follow the scent, and they’d catch up.

I tracked it to the car park, they’d left by car. One weird uncanny ability I had was to tell the difference between cars by scent. I didn’t have a better nose than Grayson, but I could distinguish smells from different cars, her scent was on top of the recent scent of a car that didn’t use diesel, an electric car. I couldn’t smell any other electric cars, so I should be able to follow the scent, for now.

I got into my own car and rolled down the windows. It took work not to get distracted by the smell of my own car and then others as I got onto the road. I managed, barely.

My phone pinged with a message, I glanced down to look and then swerved to pull over. It was the f.ucking mutt. I wasn’t technical, I didn’t understand much about technology besides how to use a phone or send an email, but Grayson used a server or something to upload his videos whenever he t.ortured a mutt, all I knew was that it couldn’t be traced back to him and no one besides werewolves could access it, if a video was uploaded all of us would be alerted, every werewolf in the world.

The mutt came on screen, smiling into the camera. Natasha was behind him half conscious and tied up. “Hello everyone, we all know Grayson Anderson don’t we, the one who t.ortures us if we come too close to his territory or cause trouble, well, what if I told you all, behind me is his daughter, his sweet precious girl.”

He turned to her and called out, “you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” She didn’t answer, and I almost ripped off my steering wheel with rage as he s.lapped her around the face. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she replied weakly.

He looked back at the camera and grinned. “I’m going to f***k that sweet p*****., Grayson, and then I’m going to cut her up into tiny little pieces after, let you see how it feels to be the one to watch. Stay tuned.” The camera clicked off.

F.uck! I sped back onto the road, trying to smell the scent. I lost it towards the end, but it didn’t matter, I could find him from here. I parked up and got out of the car, there was nothing around for miles except fields, woods, and a forest.

I saw a house in the distance close to the forest, no matter how much a mutt tried to deny being what they were the wolf in them was still always naturally drawn to nature, to woods or forests, I knew he’d be there.

I text Grayson the address, or did my best, there was no actual address, so I described how long it took to drive from the cinema to here, which route and described the place, he’d figure the rest out.

I ran quietly towards the house I saw next to the woods, so close the bushes surrounded the back of it, some vines growing up along the walls.

A light was on inside and from out here I could faintly smell the mutt, but more importantly, Natasha, someone was bleeding, a lot of blood and I knew it was most likely Natasha’s, she wasn’t a fighter.

I couldn’t just go charging in, in case he had anyone else helping, so I forced myself to scout the place out first, make sure no one else was around. When I was done with the outside, I peered through one of the windows.

My blood ran ice-cold. Inside I could see her on the floor, her hands bound with rope, her face a bloody mess from where he had beaten her, her top and bra were ripped apart exposing her b.reasts.

I can’t describe the absolute rage I felt towards that mutt, he’d made her feel the most vulnerable he could as a woman, humiliated her. I saw him pulling down her trousers and underwear, knew what was coming next, knew I should wait for Grayson, my alpha, but I couldn’t.

For the first time in my life I managed to fight the ingrained instinct to listen to the alpha and wait for him, I crashed through the door like it was paper and saw him unbuckling his belt.

He spun towards me in surprise, everything else was a fast blur, I kicked him in the face knocking a tooth out and breaking his nose, he fell back, but got up and tried to punch me, he missed the first time, got me the second time in the jaw, I punched his jaw too, breaking it, he spat blood, he kicked me in the stomach, winding me, maybe cracked a rib too.

I caught Natasha’s bloody and beaten face, her naked body on the floor and new rage surged through me. I punched him in the throat, he didn’t expect that and stumbled back gasping, unable to breathe with his windpipe closed, I kicked him in the shin for maximum pain, used all my strength so that it snapped in half.

He gurgled a scream of pain as he collapsed to the floor, I stomped on his crotch, felt his balls crush, he was in blinding, excruciating pain as he lay dying, his windpipe was most likely crushed, I didn’t care, I kept punching him in the face over and over again, felt his nose cave in, hit him so hard he wasn’t just gasping for breath now, he was choking on his own teeth.

I punched his ribs next, wasn’t satisfied until I had broken and cracked each one. Still wasn’t satisfied, I grabbed his head and started smashing the back of it against the floor until I felt and heard his skull c.rack, I kept going, unable to stop myself, lost to the wolf, no humanity to help me stay in control.

Grayson and the others came rushing in, he grabbed me away from the mutt. “Calm down, buddy, it’s alright,” he soothed.

I was growling and snarling.

“Go and make sure Natasha’s safe for me, ok?” He said softly.

That helped calm me down. Natasha, she needed me. I ran over to her, fell to my knees beside her and gently stroked her swollen face, her blood was mixing with the blood on my hands. “Tasha?” I whispered softly.

She squinted weakly at me. “K-Kai?”

“Yeah it’s me, love, you’re safe now, you’re dad’s here and your mum, we’ll get you home, alright?”

She gave a weak nod. I untied her wrists and gently sat her up, cradling her head on my lap carefully. Grayson and Leo got the mutts body into his car, cleaned up the mess and then helped me get Natasha into my car.

I was calmer now, more myself, I knew poor Grayson and Lara must have been dying to hug their daughter, to check her over, but they both knew that right now, caring for her and protecting her was what was helping me stay calm.

I didn’t even want her in the back of my car, I pulled the passenger seat back, laying it down as much as I could and gently lay her in it, putting her seat belt on and kissing her forehead.

When we got back, I picked her up in my arms and started walking her to mine, then stopped. I looked at Grayson and he came over. “Take her, just let me have a moment, yeah?”

He checked her over, and whispered, “I love you darling, daddy loves you.”

“Love you, daddy,” she mumbled weakly.

He stroked her hair softly and kissed her on the lips. “You take good f.ucking care of her,” he said to me. I nodded and walked her in mine.

I was only three doors down, so they could come see her anytime. I laid her on my bed and grabbed a wet cloth, in all the chaos I only managed to pull her underwear and jeans back up, she was still in her torn open shirt and bra. “I’m so sorry,” I said. I grabbed one of my tops, and she mumbled, “won’t fit me.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that, you’re beautiful, Natasha.” I realised I truly meant it too, I’d never thought about her looks before, but suddenly, she was the most goddamn beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I gently helped her into my t-shirt and laid her head carefully back on the pillow. “Ruin your shirt…with blood,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve got loads.” I gently washed her face, cleaning away the blood, she still didn’t look great, her face was swollen, her eyes too, most of her face was covered in bruises, her nose was broken.

I reset it for her, and she cried out in pain. “I’m so sorry, baby.” I kissed her cheek. I pulled her top up to check her ribs, but they seemed ok, there was a little bruising around her stomach, but nothing to worry about. “Did he touch you?” I asked.

She knew what I meant, “no, he wanted…to wait…to record it.”

Anger came over me again, and she touched my hand lightly. “Lay with me?”

“I should have your dad check you over too, he’s the doctor, after all.”

“Later.”

I grabbed a blanket and laying beside her, I pulled it over us and wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her close, breathing in her scent. Part of me was afraid that if I closed my eyes, I’d wake up and find her gone.