I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 202: Divine Fyre and Golems

~Odette~

Me and Artemasia went round and round, destroying golem after golem. But still, I couldn’t summon the fyre. The gruesome training went on for hours, it felt unending and relentless.

Artemasia was running out mud. I was able to obliterate them with my magic, but not with Divine Fyre. It was all feeling futile.

Despite the suffocating pressure to be perfect, despite the fact it was literally crushing me. I didn’t have a choice, even if I wanted to give up I couldn’t.

I had to learn it, and I was running out of time.

"Odette, focus. Your head is not in game." Artemasia was losing her patience me. She could tell I was distracted.

"Hell, I am focused!" I yelled my lie back.

Maybe if I lied enough times, it would become a truth?

I was exhausting myself and I don’t even know if I still had the energy to make fyre now with how depleted I felt. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Throwing another punch at the golem, this one’s body adapted opening in the middle for the punch and then closing around my wrist quickly trapping me where I stood. The mud then crept up my arm coating me in a later of thick earth. It was hot. Stuffy. Sticky. And gross.

"Disgusting. Yuck!"

That’s it. I’ve had it.

The cold mud was icking me out. I needed to try something different. Something fresh.

Maybe... Instead of calm breathing, I tried pulling a memory from my past.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to it. Letting the pain, the anger, the hurt, the fear fill a box in my chest. I felt it, the pain formed a small flame before igniting the box in a burst of fire.

I coaxed it, and it spread. I felt the sensation tingle up and down my arms, as the fire seemed to tickle my nerves.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt it, the burn with no pain, the heat with no sear. My body was engulfed in flames.

I was doing it. I held on to this feeling, this moment.

This time I was still present, my fire wasn’t as powerful as I’ve felt it be before, but it was enough. Enough to travel down my body and through me and on to the golem. Incasing the muddy figure in blazing white flames that seemed to burn out of control. The golem began melting around my arms, compiling into a puddle on the ground. I held my focus even as the last of the mud fell from my arm, leaving it dusty, coated with dirt streaks.

But I did it. I actually did it and I was still standing.

Pride swelled in my heart. That’s when I noticed, everyone had erupted into a loud applause, cheering and howling. Id gathered more of an audience since we started our training. The loud yells and cursing attracted everyone within earshot.

I felt tired and sore. My body ached and screamed in protest with every move of muscle I’d make.

"You did it!"

"Hell yeah"

"That’s our Luna!"

"There’s a reason she’s the goddess daughter."

"I know, she’s perfect."

"Yeah, brains, beauty, and power. We’re the luckiest pack."

The compliments just kept coming and my family could see it. Truly see it this time. This was where I belonged. Where I was always meant to be, and no matter how life unfolded for us, I would have always ended up here, not just a vampire or a princess, but a luna. A queen of two worlds.

Ambrose beamed with pride.

Uncle Jeremy still hadn’t changed, much, but I could tell he was trying his best, he was less appalled by the presence of shifters than he used to be. He even found a few to be somewhat tolerable. But barely.

Uncle Oliver was loving the attention from all the she-shifters and vampiress’. He was the hottest single man here with the least amount of baggage, he stopped caring about the petty drama when I officially became luna.

"Don’t get too cocky, we’ll call it a day here, but once we’re settled in that haunting pack house, we will resume training." Artemasia was celebrating inside, showing it in her own way. Which was basically calling it quits early.

The evening went by quickly light chatter, nothing about the war, or the rogues, or the fact we were all departing tomorrow morning.

By bedtime so exhausted emotionally and physically, I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

When the time came to leave, I was curious more than I felt any other emotion.

This was the place everything changed, the place where fate began turning its wheels and making its own moves. Pushing and pulling people like pawns on a chessboard.

Every time I turned my attention to Ambrose, I could see the pain he was hiding. He probably felt the worst about this.

I just reached out and touched his hand constantly, offering him the reassurance. He wasn’t alone.

He’d lost everything there. When the feeling would surface, he would shut them down and push them deeper inside him. I could feel him choking himself. But these were his feelings to deal with. I couldn’t help him.

But that was easier said than done.

We would be moving the army to their new base over the next few days. We didn’t have enough planes to bring 20,000 people from our pack and the surrounding areas in one go.

The flight was long, felt longer than it actually was. Tensions were high with unspoken words. Everyone, but Delilah and Emalea were on edge.

Raven. Raven was almost as bad as Ambrose and was just as good at pretending she was fine.

But I knew better. I could sense it in everyone on the plane with me. I could sense it back at the airstrip when everyone was loading on to the planes, the first wave of soldiers.

I could feel it all. It was blinding anxiety.

I almost wished I could feed on myself and knock myself out. The clatter in everyones minds and hearts was disorienting.

When the plane arrived at my family’s private airport, SUVs were already lined up and ready alongside large black tinted buses.

The familiar setting brought a feeling of home me back, the warm air clung to me, reminding me of a simpler time.

The silence between everyone only stretched farther and became unbearable with each mile closer to our destination.