Chapter overview: Chapter 26 from A Possessive Mate
In this standout chapter of the Internet novel A Possessive Mate, MYtwin introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.
"Let's go," Jack gestured for Liam to come over, but something surprising happened. Liam didn't move, he just continued to ignore his father. I guess he just realized how much of a dîck his father was.
"No, I won't help you," he crossed his arms across his chest and stared out at the fighting that was going on in front of him.
"What the fück do you mean?" Jack growled. He paused, thinking about what he should do, before he decided that he didn't care anymore. "Fine." He opened the cage I was in and walked over to me. "I don't need shît like him, I have another son, whom isn't a big püssy like you!" I cringed away from him as he smirked at me. "You're gonna die, ya know? Your two overgrown mutts can't do anything about it." I glared at him and stomped on his foot. "Ouch bîtch! Say goodbye to them," he pointed at Nate and Kurt. Then, he pulled of the tape over my face before putting a smelly cloth over my mouth. My eyes rolled back as I fell into darkness. My last thought before I passed out was whether or not I would get to kiss Nate before I died.
Nate's POV
I looked over to see Jack pulling an unconscious Sera out of the room.
"Kurt!" he looked over. "Take care of this, I'm going to go get Sera!" He nodded and continued to fight off more wolves. Our guns were long out of bullets, and we had both thrown them to the side. I mind linked one of my warrior teams for back up, because even though Kurt was a monster on his own, he couldn't possibly take out this many men.
"They're going to the dungeons to go get Derek and leave," I heard a voice to my left say. It was Liam, who looked completely and disgustingly broken. I guess he really loved his ässhole of a father. I just nodded at him and ran off; he didn't deserve any apologizes.
As I ran down the hallways, I could slowly hear an exchange between two people.
"Hurry up!" I heard someone say. "They'll catch us."
"Shut up!" the voice sounded distinctively female and kind of familiar. "I'm putting my clothes on."
"Maybe if you didn't wear such high heels..." the other person, presumably a man, trailed off.
"Shut up! You don't understand anything!" the woman screeched.
"Lindsay, shut your fücking mouth for once in your life!" I burst into the room, my eyes widening as I saw who was in the room.
I saw Lindsay, with her dress half on, standing across from Derek, who was shirtless, and buttoning his pants
"Nate!" Lindsay shrieked.
"What the hell are you two doing?" I asked. I had no idea why she was here, in Jack's house.
"He's my mate," Lindsay pursued her lips. "I was sleeping with him, duh." She rolled her eyes, cocked a hip out, and continued to pull up her dress.
"Your father's coming," I looked at Derek.
"I know, I was hoping that he would let me bring Lindsay with us."
"Nate?" I looked up to see his handsome face above mine. "What happened?"
"I'll explain it to you later," he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Let's just get back home, okay?"
"Coolio," I glanced at Kurt, who was walking in front of us, the pink ribbon still on his head. "Does he know that's there?" I pointed to the bow.
"Don't think so," Nate whispered. "Don't tell him though."
"No problem, I think it looks good on him," I giggled.
"It's good to see you laughing again, baby," Nate kissed my forehead.
"Love you dear."
"Love you more," he paused, pecked my lips and held me closer to his chest.
When we got back to the pack house, Nate and I cuddled on the couch together. It had been a long, exhausting day. Nate had his arm around me, and my head was held against his chest tightly. Our legs were tangled together, and I smiled at the sight of his humongous feet entwined with my regular sized feet. We had cleaned off all of the blood and dirt on our bodies in the shower, together. It had been a very satisfying experience.

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