Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson)

Chapter 21

Kidnapped by My Mate Chapter 21

“So where are we going?” I asked Grayson when we stepped out the doors of the hotel lobby.

“Well, first we need a cab,” Grayson said. He walked in the direction of the street and hailed a taxi with ease.

“Wait, why don’t we just walk? It’s a really nice night,” I said as a cab pulled up.

Grayson opened the taxi door for me. “We are on a tight schedule, love.” He motioned me in.

Not seeing the point of arguing, I got into the car, and Grayson followed behind me. He had a plan.

The driver said something to us in French, which I assumed was him asking where we were going. Astounding me, Grayson gave him the location in what sounded like perfect French.

“You speak French?” I asked him, shocked.

“I speak multiple languages,” he replied, as if it were no big deal. “It is normal for an alpha to learn to speak in different tongues. It makes it easier to communicate with other packs around the world.”

I nodded and fidgeted with my seatbelt as the car pulled away from the curb. How the hell could one person be so perfect?

He was good-looking, strong, kind, and smart. What on earth does he possibly see in me?

Before I could buckle my seatbelt, Grayson wrapped a strong arm around my shoulders and tugged my b*dy over to his, nuzzling my hair.

“You’ll sit here. I’m not ready to be away from

you yet.”

“I was literally less than a foot away from you.”

Grayson shrugged. “Too far.”

cided not to argue, instead settling contentedly into his rumbling chest and watching the UNLIMITED atiful streets of Paris pass by. As we made our way to our destination, the driver kept glancing

at us through the rearview mirror any chance he got.

I wasn’t sure why he was watching us, but he seemed to be extremely interested in all that we were doing. Grayson was too busy playing with my hair and rubbing my leg to notice. But he immediately stiffened when he saw my discomfort, following my gaze to the driver.

His eyes narrowed and he let out a booming growl that made me wince.

The driver sucked in a sharp breath and quickly looked away, keeping his eyes glued to the road for the rest of the ride. Once we got out of the taxi, I turned to Grayson and poked his chest.

“You need to stop growling at people.”

Grayson wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me down the street. He huffed. “I should be the only man looking at you.”

“Was that really why he was looking at us?”

He sighed. “No. As beautiful as you are, I’m sure he was just curious about the girl on the alpha’s arm. He was probably wondering if you were my mate. It would be a big deal if it got out that I had

found my mate.”

“He was a werewolf?” I asked in shock.

“Yes. Like I said before, Paris has one of the biggest werewolf populations in the world.”

“Yeah, I’m still trying to wrap my head around that. That’s crazy. And he knew who you were?”

Grayson grinned. “Not to brag or anything, but your mate is kind of a big deal in the werewolf

world.”

I rolled my eyes.

“It seems like he’s humble too.”

He growled playfully in my ear, nipping at it gently. I laughed. He stopped in front of a fancy liquor store and opened the door for me. I gave him a skeptical look as I walked inside.

The store was filled from floor to ceiling with customized wooden cabinets featuring countless varieties of wine. It was the very definition of elegance. Everything was pristine.

I felt a little out of place in my jeans, sweater, and coat that I had bought for ten dollars at a thrift store. My eyes widened as I noticed the price of the bottle nearest to me. It was seven hundred dollars.

oked at Grayson. “What are you up to?”

He just winked and grabbed my hand as he pulled me through the store, completely ignoring my question. He walked up to a man dressed in a suit who was setting up a display on a table. The

man looked up at us and smiled as we approached.

man looked up at us and smiled as we approached.

He said something in French, to which Grayson replied in English: “I’d like your best bottle of wine,” as he brought me close to his side.

The man just smiled and nodded, unfazed and disappeared through a door.

“The best bottle of wine?” I asked Grayson. “Won’t that cost a lot?”

Grayson shrugged. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, I promise.”

I turned to him. “You’re planning on spending hundreds of dollars on a bottle of wine?”\

“Thousands probably,” he said nonchalantly.

My jaw dropped to the floor. “Thousands?”

Grayson smiled, putting his hands on my waist. “It’s really not a big deal. I’ve spent much more than that before.”

“Yes, but have you ever spent that much on a bottle of wine?”

Before he could answer, the man came back holding two bottles of wine. “These are the two that I would recommend, sir. This one comes from-

“We’ll take the one that is cheaper,” I immediately interrupted.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The man looked a little taken aback, but covered his shock quickly. “Of course, miss.” He brought forward one of the bottles.

“This is going to be the cheaper one at eight thousand American dollars.”

“What?” I gasped.

“We’ll take it,” Grayson said.

I turned to him. “You are not buying that.”

Grayson raised an eyebrow and gave me an amused smile. “And why not?”

I looked at the man standing in front of us. “Would you excuse us for a moment?”

The man nodded, “Of course.”

abbed Grayson’s arm and tugged him to the front of the shop.

m not letting you buy that,” I stated.

“Belle, you deserve only the best. And I’m going to give that to you. Starting with the best wine that money can buy.”

“I don’t even like wine, Grayson. There are so many better things you can do with that money.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like donating it. Having it serve some sort of real purpose other than paying for a bottle of overpriced grape juice.”

He didn’t look convinced.

“Okay, here, if you really want to make me happy then give me your credit card and I’ll buy the

wine.”

Grayson was looking very confused. “That will make you happy? Buying the wine yourself?”

I nodded my head and held out my hand.

He still looked very skeptical, but nonetheless, he slowly reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Then he handed me his credit card.

And I ran out the front door of the liquor store.