49. A kiss

Saoirse

"I am."

The male voice sounded like an echo in my thumping ears. He stepped inside. I immediately recognized him.

"Uncle Patrick! Why?! I'm your nephew's mate. What would you do this?! Please let me go. I won't say anything!" I pleaded. Maybe if I tell him that, he would let me go. I'm sure whatever his intentions were, he acted on a whim.

" I can't, child. I can't." He sounded defeated. I could see the sadness in his eyes. He was acting against his will, much like his henchman here.

"What is going on? What you're not telling me?" I asked on the verge of tears. The already matured man looked as if he had aged 10 years. He dragged his handa through his hair and paced around. Contemplating what to tell me.

"They came to see me. The Rejected Witches. They want you, Vlad Streavorg wants you. It's either you or my son. He's been away for alpha training, and they've kidnapped him." He fell to his knees crying. Oh Goddess, I hope he is unharmed.

My heart beat raised