All Chapters of Double Mate For The Princess: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42Zara’s POV.Darkness is terrifying. I struggled with the firm grip keeping me strapped and hung over his shoulder while he ran very fast through what seemed like a large expanse of land. His shoulder was uncomfortable, I could hardly breathe as his bone dug into my stomach. The last thing I remember before this hazy situation was lying on my bed, naked, with only a piece of clothe draped over my body, as I bawled my eyes out into the pillow next to me.The sound! The gunshots. My memories slowly returned to me, like a movie playing in slow motion."We have to get out of here," a shaky voice announced through the flurry of twigs snapping under the weight of feet moving quickly over them and fast air wheezing past our ears. There were three others, excluding the man holding on to me."You don't think I know that, genius?" A different voice, more agitated than the first voice, more out of breath, replied sarcastically."Our exit got made. There's no way we're getting out o

Chapter 44Xavier's POVIt's my fault? I could not help but blame myself when aunt Rose appeared to announce the possible escape of my father's newest prized possession. Alpha Zoran, that old hyena. What was the use of a peace meeting if you'd just go ahead and attack days later?"I'm coming with you," I said hastily to my father who was already on his way to retrieve the girl."Stay here," he looked at me with blaming eyes. I hated that look, those eyes screamed "disappointment" at me without my father having to say anything. I hated that he treated me like a child up until this day.How was a child going to ever inherit the family company? Those eyes, my father's eyes made me want to shout, "I'm not a child anymore," but I knew that was not going to work and it would make me seem even more like a child. A full grown adult has no reason to deny being a child, his actions speak for me. My actions were the reason those sneaky bustards infiltrated the pack house. "I can do somethin

Chapter 46Alpha Damon's POVI have never been so humiliated. You'll pay for this you stupid Redmoon wench. My head was filled with thoughts of revenge only as I marched through the woods in search of the intruders. Did they really think they could get away from me in my own village?Two of my betas were dead and five were injured. There was little left that could faze me. Fools! They were all fools and I knew just the way to punish fools. It was only a matter of time now. "Footprints!" Jose, one of my betas shouted. He was one of the younger generation of betas, about Xavier's age, eager to prove himself and confident in his abilities at the same time. He reminded me of myself from a long time ago."Follow the trail. They should not be far off now," I declared, letting all five of the others know we were on them. It's only a matter of time now, I reminded myself. Witch hunts weren't my thing but I can adapt. Those spell casters would pay for what they did. I spotted them! Shadows

Chapter 48Zara‘s POV"I can't go on," was the last thing I expected to hear as Bruce ran from the imminent danger behind us. The two men running ahead of us were beyond hearing distance."Run! Don't look back!" Bruce gave his order to his men earlier. He did not want to lose any more lives in trying to save mine. It was understandable."What?" We had gotten away from the shooters but just barely. Alpha Damon could be anywhere in the dark woods, especially since we did not see him coming the last time.Bruce stopped and put me down after enough time running, to reveal his blood stained shirt.I put my hands to my mouth that was opened in shock. "How? When?" This is not happening. It can't be happening but again, I should have seen this coming. I should have known that hope was never a constant in my life, it never stuck around. I watched the wounded man shriek in pain of the bullet wound to his side as he tried sitting. "Come on, Bruce. You can do something about this, can't you? He

Chapter 50Xavier's POV"D.E group bankrupt?" Read the billboards towering over various parts of the city. Orleans was a flourishing city, one of the few places in the country that preserved the cultural heritage, or at least that was what Nick liked to believe.Nick was a classmate from high school, the sticky type, his parents rednecks whose only achievement must have been the ability to boast of their home city and it's cultural heritage. Their wretched midset rubbed of on Nick with talks of his city being the only real conversation he could hold."Did you know that?" Nick would start, his introduction to one of his many historical lectures on the great city of Orleans we both lived."Did you know that Orleans still practices voodoo?" A random fact that I would not expect a regular teenager to know about but then again it was Nick and it was the only thing he knew."Voodoo is still practiced in Orleans." I had to pretend that I had no interest in the fact like with the rest of the