All Chapters of Captured By Her Werewolf Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Davina Pov.Every morning I wake up I can't help the chills and nervousness that flutters through my stomach. I was in a state of constant trepidation, I was barely aware of anything happening around me anymore.Not to talk of mh longing to see Klaus. Everything about him pulled me into the trance he created my kissing me, touching me in ways no man has.Somone knocked at the door.“I'm coming.” I answered, getting on my feet. While I was busy adjusting my eyes to the darkness, Lucas flung the door open angrily. His nose flared as he flicked the light on.“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. His slid the tray of food to my feet, as he shut the door.I was stunned, lost for words. I shivered at his huge and bulk figure.“I'm sorry, I couldn't see.” “Hell yeah! You couldn't see or you just love taking what's not yours!” He yelled angrily.I frowned at his accusations. “I don't know what I have done to get on your nerves this morning, but I really was trying to get the door a

CHAPTER 14 - KLAUS POV.EARLIER THAT DAY.“Is that why you came back?” I stopped Vincent as he wanted to escape me, I tucked my hands in my pocket with my jaw set.“Answer me!” I bellowed when he kept quiet.He chucked darkly, turning to me with a smirk. “If I say yes what can you do? After all, the council is forcing to break your mate bond with her.”I sped to where he stood in a zap of anger, my hands clutching his fucking throat tightly as my claws slowly elongated painfully into his skin.I leaned in, my body boiling with anger. “Davina is off limits, if I want to give her up because of my responsibility as the Alpha I would, but I would make sure she has nothing to do with you.”I pulled away from him, storming off as his coughs rang through the hallway. I would have fucking killed him!“What the hell Klaus, get a grip on yourself!” I chided myself as I fisted the mirror in my restroom.My sharp green eyes stared right back at me in different fragmented broken pieces.‘You can't

CHAPTER 16Leaving Davina’s room the day before made his heart feel very empty, he couldn't believe that he could actually be this weak.No! There has to be another way.Klaus' mind spun. This is what he'd wanted. Now no one could tell him to give Davina up. Warner has gathered them again to discuss on Klaus choice on giving up his mate.Warner leaned forward. "You might have noticed that when, at the end of their lives, a werewolf's mate dies before them, the wolf soon follows. It's a mercy, apparently. Something built into us. But when we lose our mates young and our bodies aren't ready to stop, it's our minds that go.""Klaus wouldn't go mad," Nathaniel said. "He's the strongest among us.""Yes," Klaus said. "But what you need to ask yourself is what happens to the pack if their Alpha loses his mind?""Chaos," Warner whispered. "Your willingness to sacrifice your mate is honorable, but you can't do it. You can't let her go or it will be much, much worse for all of us."Klaus' eyes

As Davina sat in her room, poring over the maps and books she had collected from the library, her mind raced with the possibilities of escape. She knew she had to act fast if she wanted to leave the castle before the General and his followers discovered her absence. The stakes were high, and she couldn't afford to make any mistakes.She studied the maps intently, committing the layout of the castle to memory. Every corridor, every room, every possible exit was etched into her mind, a mental blueprint for her escape. But as she plotted her route, doubts crept in. Would she be able to navigate the maze-like halls without getting caught? Could she really outsmart the werewolves who guarded the castle?A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, causing her heart to skip a beat. It was Lucas, her ever-watchful guard, his expression neutral as he entered the room. Davina forced a smile, feigning interest in the books she had borrowed. "Lucas, do you mind if I ask you a question about wer

Klaus brushed his fingertips along the top edges of her bra. “Very pretty. Are all your bras like this?”She paused a second, just long enough for him to remember that this was the only bra she had with her, then said, “I like pretty lingerie. It makes me feel good and no one can see it. Not too lacey, though. Lace scratches my skin.”He’d buy her dressers full of lingerie, pretty things that only the two of them would ever see. And maybe some naughty items, too.His fingers stroked her, moving over her bra and finding the hard nub of her nipple underneath. “It would be a sin to scratch skin as soft as yours.” He ran his fingernail over her nipple, just a light flick.“That feels good.” Her voice sounded a little breathless.“I’ll remember that.” He wanted to know everything that made her feel good, that made her squirm and want him. And he didn’t know if it would be more fun to discover each touch and lick that turned her on or to know them and play her like an instrument, one orgasm