Page 15 of Sylas's Captivating Mate

His kiss job was within the tech department, which meant he had access to the servers and devices used by the kiss.

“Holy shit.”

She picked up her phone to call Caleb when she had the strangest feeling she wasn’t alone. And it wasn’t a good feeling.

Her skin crawled and every warning bell in her brain clanged loudly.

Fear washed over her.

She turned slowly, hoping that there would be nothing there, that the fear was just her mind playing tricks on her.

Something hit her in the back of the head and she grunted as she collapsed, everything going black.

* * *

Sylas raced toward the library and found it empty, Georgia’s phone on the floor next to an empty table. He moved to the door, inhaling and picking up her scent down the hall, away from the foyer and toward the back of the club.

He followed her scent, running as fast as he could, his cat furious that she’d been taken. He reached the end of the hall that split in two directions and heard a steel door shut to the right. Racing for the door, he hit it with his shoulder and found it blocked by something, the door opening a crack but not fully.

He backed away a few steps and touched his cat for more strength and speed, then hit the door with everything he had. A dumpster had been moved to block the door and it slammed against the side of the building as he stumbled out of the club and into the alley.

The taillights of an SUV lit up and then the vehicle lurched forward.

They were going to get away! He knew in his heart that his mate was in the SUV.

Unable to stop his shift, he leaned into the feeling, pushing his cat faster than he ever had before. His clothes shredded as his saber came out, his huge tawny body with dark brown stripes hit the ground on all fours, his enormous claws digging into the concrete as he launched himself after the SUV as it raced down the alley. Before it could turn onto the street, Sylas leaped with all his might, his powerful legs carrying him to the SUV, his claws hooking onto the back bumper.

The SUV screeched as it rounded the corner and he nearly flew off, but he wasn’t about to let go and risk Georgia’s safety. As his back legs scraped and bounced on the pavement, he unhooked one paw from the bumper and sank his deadly claws into the back door, pulling himself up. Once he had his back paws on the bumper, he clawed his way to the roof of the SUV. No matter how hard the vehicle swerved from side to side, his claws were too strong to let him be flung off.

He wanted to just tear into the roof and climb in, but he knew that would take too long. Instead, he dug his claws in and pulled himself to the driver’s side, using his paw to punch and claw at the window.

He reared back with a roar and slammed his claws into the window as the SUV veered to the side. The male inside shouted in alarm as the window shattered and Sylas reached inside. He swiped blindly, his thick claws cutting and slashing the male behind the wheel, who cursed and shouted. The SUV listed violently to the left and then to the right, going up on two tires as it wove across the street and narrowly missed being hit by another vehicle with its horn blaring.

The SUV hit the sidewalk, slammed down on all four tires and tottered toward a building before shuddering to a stop.

Sylas leaped off the top of the SUV, sank his claws into the passenger door where he was certain his mate was being held, and pulled back with all his might.

Someone opened the other door as the one he was pulling creaked and bent under his massive strength.

Footsteps pounded on the pavement toward him and he heard, “Sylas, we’ve got your back!”

He recognized Alaric as the one who called to him. Galen appeared next to Sylas and said, “The door’s open on the other side, dude.”

He stopped pulling and blinked at the bent door. Through the cracked window he could see the other door was open.

Chuffing, he extracted his claws from the metal and padded around to the other side to find his unconscious mate on the floor of the SUV.

“Lemme check on her, hold up,” Galen said.

But Sylas didn’t want to wait. He leaped onto the seat and stretched out, setting a paw gently on Georgia’s back. He knew she was alive, because he could feel the connection to her as she came back to consciousness with a groan.

“Dude,” Galen said, shaking his head with a chuckle. To Georgia he said, “You’re safe and your mate’s a saber right now, by the way.”

Georgia groaned a little louder and touched the back of her head. “Ouch.”

Sylas let out a chirp in question.

She turned her head slowly, then had to tilt her body to the side to be able to look at him fully. Her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated big like coins. “Damn. How did that happen?”

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