“I brought Jordan’s mom over here to be with the kids,” Charlie said.
Duncan just realized the other man was standing there, he was so focused on finding out about his mate that he didn’t notice the other man standing there.
“What are you two not telling me?!” Duncan yelled.
“Jordan’s not at the house,” Ryland told him.
“There was sign of a scuffle, but no Jordan,” Sebastian told him. “We searched every part of the—”
“What do you mean he’s not there?” Duncan turned to get back into his car, he needed to get home and find out what the hell Ryland and Sebastian were talking about. Someone grabbed his arm. He looked over his shoulder, looking back at his Beta. “Let me go, Ryland!”
“No! I need you to fucking calm down. Before you go half-cocked in a rage, looking for Jordan, you need to see the twins. As much as Mrs. Sutton is in there trying to keep them busy they keep asking about Jordan. They know something is wrong, man!”
Duncan pulled his arm away from Ryland and started pacing, his beast was not settled and wouldn’t be until their mate was found. He was still alive, Duncan was sure about that, their bond was still alive. But he couldn’t feel Jordan’s emotions, it was as if something was blocking him from feeling his mate.
Ryland went to touch him and he flinched away from his best friend. “I need my mate, and you two are beating around the fucking bush!” Duncan growled, he could feel himself shifting into his beast. “Where is my mate?” Duncan roared. His mind was hazy with anger.
“He was taken, alright!” Ryland yelled. “Someone took him.”
“Taken?” Duncan asked raggedly, his extended nails digging into his palms. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, the house was trashed except for the kitchen,” Sebastian told him.
More rage filled Duncan as Sebastian spoke. “Who? Who took him?” He was trying to hold his beast back.
“Hunters, they took him in exchange for the hunter we have, well had,” Sebastian answered.
Duncan roared and let his beast have utter control; they took off into the woods trying to find their mate. If anyone tried to stop them he wasn’t sure. The only thing he and his beast cared about was finding their mate.
Jordan moaned as he rolled over, he went to move his hand but froze when he realized he was unable to lift them. Cracking one eye open Jordan tried to figure out where he was but his vision was hazy. The last thing he remembered was being thrown in the back of a truck.Or was it a car?Shit, I must have fallen asleep.Closing his eye Jordan sagged against the wall behind him and winced when he realized that his arms were tied behind his back.
“I see you’re awake.” Jordan snapped his eyes open and he was able to see where he was and the man standing in front of him.
The man was sitting in a chair, he had short, neatly cut silver hair and electrifying green eyes. He was wearing a colorful gaudy cloak that Jordan couldn’t describe in words. The cloak looked expensive but the bright green, purple, red, and orange color made him want to throw up.Who wears a cloak these days?Jordan looked away from the cloak, as hard as it was and peered into the man’s face noting that he looked very familiar, but Jordan couldn’t figure out where he knew the man from.
“No need to be quiet,” the man told him. “Aren’t you wondering what you’re doing here, or who I am for that matter?” Jordan remained quiet and continued to stare at the man with as much venom as he could muster. “So much like your mother,” the man sighed, and it got Jordan’s attention. “Foolish.” He shook his head. “She was a foolish child.”
“What do you know about my mother?” Jordan spoke finally.
“Ah, now he speaks,” the man told him. “I know everything about your mother,” the man said, leaning forward.
“Who are you!” Jordan demanded. He tried to get up, but realized he was tied to something.
“Some call me King Bergstrand, or you can call me Grandfather, but I rather you don’t.” The last he said with a smirk on his lips.
Jordan gasped,The fuck! Grandfather!
“I can see you’re surprised by me being here.” He started to laugh and Jordan got the sickest feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t describe. “I should have killed you and that daughter of mine. But I let you go instead. Tell me, young one, did your aunt have any children?” Jordan didn’t answer, he continued to watch his bastard grandfather as he stepped closer to Jordan and kneeled in front of him.
He raised a hand and grabbed him by his face roughly. “You look so much like your mother and smell like a dog,” he whispered scowling, as he stared at Jordan intently. His face softened just a bit, as if realizing what was happening, he roughly released Jordan’s face, then raised his hand higher and slapped him across the face. His head snapped back hitting the pole behind him. Jordan thought he saw stars—literally—by the forceful hit. “Your existence is an abomination!” he yelled. He stood and backed away from Jordan, keeping his eyes on him.
“And you’re fucking psychotic!” Jordan yelled back before he caught himself. The man stared down at him as if he were the first person to talk like that to him. “I don’t give a fuck who you are or what you think about me. But the minute I am free, I’m going to kill you,” Jordan seethed.
Jordan was expecting another slap across the cheek, but was surprised when Bergstrand cackled. “Bloodthirsty aren’t we?” he asked after he stopped laughing. “If I liked you that would have made me proud. But please, don’t pretend as if you know what it’s like to kill someone.”
“Who’s pretending?” Jordan shot back.
“Ah, my little abomination, the things I could teach you, but I cannot stand the sight or smell of you.”
