Page 63 of Kidnapped Plus-Size Mate

I stifle my amusement, only because Camilla’s grandmother doesn’t seem to fully accept that her granddaughter’s mate is a dragon shifter. She’s been grunting and huffing around the room ever since Camilla passed out in the portal to the spiritual realm.

“I am ready,” she sniffs. “We can go.”

I glance at my sleeping beauty, her lips parted as she snores lightly in her sleep. “We can’t be seen walking out of here while she’s unconscious.”

Abuela clicks her tongue. “Not through the door,imbécil,” she grouches. “You are the dragon, no?” She gestures to the window. “We will go out that way.”

I chuckle under my breath because she just called me an imbecile. It’s safe to say that she does not like me. It’s not that I mind. After all, it’s thanks to Camilla that she came to find out who she really is, which led to her understanding of how profound and unbreakable the fated mate bond is between us.

I saw it in her eyes when she fell into my arms before she fainted. Her hazel eyes glowed with a newfound sense of understanding, and she smiled at me as if she was seeing me for the first time.

Besides, I know that deep down, Camilla’s grandmother is grateful that I found her granddaughter and ignited her innate powers with the soulmate bonding ritual that took place just now. I saw the relief flashing in her eyes when Camilla was going through the process of unblocking the energy centers in her body. It unleashed her witch powers, and I simply cannot wait for her to wake up and discover more of her gifts.

Gently scooping her into my arms, I head to the window where her grandmother waits with a seemingly normal wooden walking stick tucked under her arm. I look down at the stick that doubles up as her magical staff, and frown.

“You know…” I begin introspectively. “... You could just zap us out of here through a portal.”

Abuela clicks her tongue derisively and stares at me with a lackluster grimace. “Are you sure you are a dragon man?” she continues muttering a string of curses in Spanish.

I chuckle under my breath, invoking my dragon while, at the same time, pulling on the power of invisibility as I open a dragon arm for Camilla’s grandmother. Once both women are secure in my arms, I faze through the wall and fly us to Camilla’s apartment.

To my relief, it doesn’t take long for Camilla to finally wake up while her grandmother flurries around the room, flinging Camilla’s belongings into bags as if she’s excited about Camilla’s move to the island.

Her words to me don’t match her actions, but I know it’s because she’s putting on a strong, defensive front to protect Camilla.

Soon, she’ll know that she has no reason to worry about her granddaughter’s well-being.

Groggily, Camilla opens her eyes, the corners of her lips lifting in a struggling smile.

“Hi…” she breathes, attempting to lift herself onto her elbows.

I’m at her side in no time, lending her a hand to sit up. She presses the back of her hand on her cheek and giggles.

“I’m still alive,” she jests, to which I chuckle and take a seat on the bed.

“You are,” I concede, folding her hand between my fingers. “Did you have a good rest?”

“How long was I out for?” she frowns, watching her grandmother flutter around the room. “What’s going on?”

“Your grandmother is packing up your things so we can return to the island.”

A deep sense of sadness flashes in Camilla’s eyes. “I—I don’t wanna leave her behind…” she whispers.

I squeeze Camilla’s hand reassuringly. ‘You won’t be leaving her behind, Cami. I asked Abuela to join us.”

“Really?!” Her eyes light up, making it so worthwhile to have decided to let Abuela join us on the island.

“Yes,” I confirm with a kiss on her cheek. “I know that was the only thing stopping you from agreeing to stay on the island.”

Camilla narrows her eyes at me. “How can you be so sure? What if, after everything, I decided that I don’t wanna live there?”

I chuckle lowly, leaning in to stare as deeply into her eyes as I possibly can. In the warm depths of gold, I see myself reflected in them as if she’s the perfect mirror for my soul.

Nothing can come close to this profound feeling of being seen, understood, and accepted for who I am.

“Then you’d be lying, Camilla…” I drawl, savoring the way her eyes sparkle in wonder. “We both know that our fated mate bond could never keep you away from me…”

We’re interrupted by Abuela’s brash clicking of her tongue. “I hate to interrupt this reunion of lovers, but everything is packed and ready.”

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