Chapter 43

Chapter 43
Instantly, Isabella's eyes went to the door to hear someone walk into the hospital room where she lay.

The male was attired in full black and wore a white coat like any doctor. He was tall and robust and looked more like a wolf built chiefly for the battlefield rather than a doctor with his long, wavy, blond hair.

A dangerous look within his dark green eyes as he walked over to her bed gave Isabell a bad feeling that he wasn't a doctor.

Isabella turned to the right side of her bed to press the buzzer her fated mate's mother had left for her to call her if she needed her. Just as she was about to press the buzzer, a large and strong arm stopped her hand.

Terrifyingly, she turned to look at the man the moment his hand held her to meet his eyes, which were now glowing in their bronze wolf form.

He smiled devilishly at her, showing his sharp wolf teeth. 

Isabella felt an acute, brief pain in her left ankle. Her gaze went from the unknown wolf to see that he was injecting something into her body.

Suddenly she started to feel dizzy as she looked back at him. She saw not one of him, sometimes two or three.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, becoming weaker and weaker every second by the substance he'd injected into her body.

The place began to spin, and everything around her was a blur, but his wolf's eyes, as bright as the moon, were as clear to her as he looked down at her.

"To be my," Before the unknown male could finish his sentence, she passed out.



The Beta, on his way from the old sage's house, received a call from his mom.

"Hello," he answered the phone.

"Your fated mate has been kidnapped from the hospital," his mom spoke quickly in a high-pitched voice over the phone.

Immediately, he stopped the car in the middle of the road, and his grip tightened angrily against the phone while the other was on the steering wheel.

"The doctor who was severely injured by the one who did so said it's the infamous rogue alpha that had taken her," his mother shortly informed.

As the call ended, Beta Tyde growled while smashing the phone in his hand and stepped on the brakes, going at full speed to rescue his young mate.



Isabella woke up to find herself in a strange, large room.

It was beautifully decorated with the best decor that money could buy.

Remembering how she'd gotten here, she bolted to the front door to escape, but as she was about to open it, it was opened by a long, dark-haired female about the age of 50, and behind her was a robust male.

The male locks the door as he gets in.

Seeing she's unable to escape, "Please let me go," she began to beg.

The dark-haired female comes over to her and takes her by the hand.

"We can't let you go," she said.

Isabella kept on pleading with her, hoping that she would have pity on her and let her go; instead, the lady brought her to the bathroom with a bathtub that was filled with a sweet citrus fragrance that was so strong that she felt nauseous.

The knee-length blue jeans dress she wore was taken off her, along with her underclothes.

Isabella shook as the lady undressed her, fearing that if she defied her, it would cost her life, and she would never see her fated mate, Beta Tyde, again.

She used one of her hands to hide her breast while the other hid her lady part as she now stood clothless. The lady smiled at her behaviour and then instructed her to get into the bathtub.

Finishing her ablution, a white towel was held before Isabella, to get out of the bathtub. 

The lady wraps the towel around her wet body to dry herself. Isabella held the towel so it would not fall from her body.

She was now saturated with the sweet citrus fragrance.

"I can help myself," Isabella said as the lady was helping her into a rope.

She was placed to sit in front of a mirror as she returned to the room.

"Why are you doing this?" Isabella asked the lady as she took up a brush.

The lady brushes her blonde hair that stretches below her waist.

"You have beautiful hair," she said.

Isabella, not getting a response to her question, again pleaded with her to let her go.

"You belong here with your alpha mate," the lady responded and kept on brushing her hair.

Hit by the revelation, Isabella exclaimed, "I already have a mate, a beta. Please tell your alpha that he may let me go."

She got up to leave, and the male guarding the door made sharp claws emerge from beneath his fingers, startling her even more.

The lady led her back to sit down in the chair.

"Nothing will change the alpha's mind from making you his. Your beauty has not only captured his eyes but also his heart, that he sees you only fit to be his luna and no one else," the lady said, admiring Isabella's dazzling beauty in the large oval mirror decorated with diamond edges.

The lady then added, "Any she-wolf would be happy to be a luna. A leader of a pack. You should be."

"But I don't want to be someone else, mate," Isabella wept.

"I'm not even of the right age yet to have a mate," Isabella said, hoping they would be just like her Beta mate, cautious of her because of her age, and therefore she would be free to go.

She's surprised to hear the lady laugh and then says, "There's nothing that will stop the alpha of rogues from marking you as his; even if the world is collapsing, he still will not let you go. He'd die holding you in his arms."

The thought of another wolf other than Beta Tyde marking her as his own made Isabella's blood run cold. She loved him before she knew they were destined to be together.

"Go and put this on," the lady said, holding before her a skimpy red lingerie dress.

Isabella took it and got up, going to the bathroom.

"Don't take too long; the alpha will be coming to you soon," the lady hastened her.

"Please come and rescue me, Beta Tyde, like you always do," Isabella wept, holding the lingerie terrifyingly against her bosom with shaking hands.