I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 28: Fire wrapped in silk

AMBROSE’S POV:

That son of a bitch had the fucking gull to touch what was mine? His kings? I was seething with anger. So much anger I roared and punched a hole through the screen that showed him taking her in the room.

I don’t know what happened, but I know he touched her.

I want to rip out his eyes and shove them in his throat and then rip his throat out.

And we will. We will punish him in ways that will make him beg for death.

Then my wolf growled low Not good enough.

He was right, anything I could do wouldn’t be enough. And that’s when a sinister idea popped into my head.

You’re right, Odette should be the one to deliver the punishment.

I don’t know why, but the idea of her ripping his throat out sounds much more appealing.

I know, I’m very interested in what she would do, getting her hands on him.

Go get her and bring her.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I would take her to him and watch her exact her vengeance.

It excited me, the idea of watching her brutality, I could feel myself tingling, Onyx paced impatiently with equal enthusiasm.

What I didn’t expect was to walk into my room and find her peacefully reading in a corner. Completely unbothered by the world around her. Hector went to speak, knowing I detested people touching my things, especially my books, but I quickly raised my finger to my mouth to silence him. He gave me a confused look but nodded understanding without words. I motioned for Emalea to leave; and Hector escorted her out.

The three of us stood and watched as Odette flipped through the pages of the first horror novel ever written. I had a first edition of Mary Shelley’s work. My father had chased it down when he was a child and after he passed away his book collection became mine, and I treasured them.

After some time passed, I spoke, and it startled her so much, she fumbled the book before looking up. When her crimson eyes met mine, it was like a brick had been thrown into my chest.

Why did you disturb her she looked so peaceful?

Onyx, did you forget why we’re here to begin with?

No...

Okay then.

"I see you’re back in reality and left Mary Shelley’s Transylvania. Welcome princess." I teased her.

"Well, the horrors in here are easier to face than the ones lurking in your castle." She snarled at me.

Her words stung. She wasn’t wrong, there were far more dangers in this place then in Mary Shelley’s horror books, but the way she said it, hurt. Like it was a dig at my people more than at the general safety in my palace. I didn’t like others making her feel unsafe. I shouldn’t care but I do. Rage simmered in me again, rising to a boil. Remembering Ezra’s grotesque smile made me want to punch a hole in my own wall.

"Follow me." I barked the order at her, harsher than I intended. I couldn’t contain my anger fully, but I wasn’t doing the best I could.

She looked at me reluctantly but surprisingly she obeyed without contesting it. It was unsettling how quiet she was being again, versus how she was in the room just now.

She walked slowly behind me, dragging her feet, but I didn’t rush her, something about the way she moved told me, now wasn’t the time to be impatient. I lead the way to the basement. I could feel her unease with each step we took, hers grew slower. She was nervous.

I wanted to be the reason why she was nervous, so why did I feel the urge to comfort her?

The cells were dark and musty, reeked of piss and unshowered men and women.

When we arrive at the cell, I move to the side, turned to her in silence and smiled.

She trembled looking at the cell, looking at him, she was afraid. That was about to change.

"You will dish out his punishment." Was all I said.

She turned her head sharply to face me. "What do you mean? You’re not going to put me in there with him?" She looked completely shocked.

Was that what she thought the whole time we’ve been walking here? That I was going to lock her up?

Can’t blame her, you did once after all.

We did, unless you forgot how bent on revenge you were with me.

No, I just wanted to get my hands on her, I don’t remember anything about revenge.

You live in my head; you plotted our revenge with me for years. Don’t play the innocent card with me, save it for the goddess.

"You thought I took you here to punish you?" I tried not to sound as insulted as I felt.

"Well yeah, you put me here before, not to mention, you’ve threatened recently... It’s not an absurd fear, you know..." She defended herself.

Told you.

Shut the fuck up Onyx.

"Touche, that’s fair. However, I didn’t." I paused and looked at Ezra whose hands were bond behind his back. "I know what he did, and I figured no one better to serve the punishment than you."

"Are you serious?" She looked at me with wide-eyed surprise.

"I’ll even up it a notch. I heard your abilities are something to be feared, and I’d like to witness a personal show. I will turn off the shock on your collar for magic use, but I’ll have the remote in my hand, so it will still be active. If I think you’re about to do something stupid, I’ll zap you like a bad dog."

"I want to fight him, not beat him up. I’m not a coward. Like some people" She snarled throwing glares like daggers at Ezra inside the cage.

I don’t like it, I don’t want her hurt.

You’re not worried about her attacking us? No, you’re worried she’ll get hurt.

Yes, only we can hurt her. Touch her. She belongs to us.

I bit down and with a low growl I said, "Fine."

I looked to Hector and Damon and without words they knew what was expected of them. Hector held the door while Damon grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him up. Ezra tried to shove Damon off him but instead Damon grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the bars. Ezra’s face forehead throbbed. A trickle of blood dripped down his nose. Ezra growled.

"I won’t fight a girl." Ezra scoffed.

This made my little princess angry.

"No, you’ll just try and rape them? You sick fuck." She snapped stepping forward. "Face me, you pathetic dog, what kind of dog cowers behind his master. Get up."

Ezra clearly didn’t like being called a dog because he rose quickly to his feet and lashed out at her.

I grab him by the throat and beside me she stood unflinching and unmoved by his show of aggression.

The girl that coward in my room was gone and what stood beside me was a woman scorned full of wrath and ready to release chaos on to the man that scorned her. And I was all too eager to watch.

I clapped my hands and yelled, "Well, alright then let go."

Exiting the dungeon, my princess’ demeanor changed entirely. A storm was raging inside her. she ejected murderous intent only equal to my own. Fury blazed in her eyes.

When we arrived at the training grounds Hector moved everyone away. Damon held Ezra firmly in tow behind us.

My princess enters the training ground, she tore the skirt of her dress to give herself leg room and she takes off the belt I didn’t notice she was even wearing, and hung it on the fence post.

"Ezra if you run, you die, if you kill her you die. Just put up a good fight for the lady. And Princess, don’t get any funny ideas when I switch your collar to manual, am I understood?"

My little princess flashed me a grin, one of malice and sin. I knew her skills, I knew Ezra was outmatched.

Damon released Ezra kicking him into the ring.

My little princess just stood there glaring. Intensely watching Ezra’s every move, I watched her eyes trace over each muscle flex, and then he shifted.

A dark red wolf stood before her and all she did was smile.

A wicked and twisted smile. It sent a thrill through me, and I felt myself harden in my pants.

I heard Damon chuckle behind me, which only told me he knew I was aroused too. The bastard could smell it.

Ezra lunged first. However, she held her position, and something shifted in the air.

The scent of strong ancient magic spread through the training grounds. The air crackled with static and heat and that’s when I saw it. The glean in her eye. The instant Ezra approached close enough she moved with unprecedent speed. She shoved herself high into the air, completely avoiding Ezra’s first attempt at an attack. Ezra slid and twisted his enormous body around and pushed himself off the ground with his hindlegs.

Launching at her snapping the air beneath her feet, was she using elemental magic? That was telekinesis keeping her from the ground, that’s air magic? And not just any kind of air magic, the original ancient kind, she was using the wind to carry her from the ground.

She spun herself the air before sending herself flying downward with her foot in perfect striking position.

She knocked clean from the sky, sending him skidding fifty feet from where he first hit the ground. She crotched low and ran at him landing a round house kick to the face. She was manipulating the wind to make her physical attacks stronger. She wasn’t giving Ezra a chance to breath and gather his strength her attacks on him relentless. She lowered herself to the ground and Ezra looked pissed, foaming at the mouth, seething with anger and embarrassment. She danced in the training ring taunting him.

I found myself chuckling low, watching her toy with him. She wasn’t even going all out why was she holding back?

He charged her again, narrowly missing her, but she was barely breaking a sweat.

The whole of the training yard had stopped their efforts and found themselves drawn to the fight.

Each time he lunged she danced around him. Covered in spit and sweat Ezra was losing it, he was becoming reckless with his movements and that’s when she laughed.

She actually laughed, a deranged sickening laugh and with a different more eternal and commanding voice that spoke alongside her own "You’re gonna burn for what you did to me, and to the other girls."

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight. Onyx even took a step back in my mind. What the hell was up with her voice?

Onyx?

But he gave me no answer.

Other girls? What did she mean by that?

Time seemed to slow down, or maybe Ezra was just moving mush slower. I watched her close her eyes and when she reopened them, they glowed white sparks danced between her fingers. The air charged and hot around me. Her hair rose and fell in waves as power was pulled from the air and surged around her.

Then I watched as she caught herself on fire, a fire made of white. I’ve never seen anything like it. The flames danced on her skin like refractions of light.

I couldn’t move I was enthralled by her unbelievable power.

She roared and threw her hands outward and the fire followed, leaving her. It spread across the ground chasing down Ezra. He tried to outrun the fire, but it was faster, engulfing him entirely in just mere seconds of it reaching him.

The smell of burning fur and flesh stung my nose, the howl he released as the flames covered his body was ear piercingly painful.

I almost felt bad for the guy. Almost.

She stood completely still then her head snapped to me, her eyes still brightly glowing white. And when her eyes locked on me Onyx howled in my brain. Not of pain but of recognition of some kind.

And just like that her eyes closed, and she collapsed on the ground.

She was enchanting and thrilling. She was a force of nature. Fire wrapped in silk dresses.

If you ever wondered what chaos looked like? It dressed like a princess.