I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 30: Is that a birthmark or a tattoo?

AMBROSE’S POV:

I needed to know where he touched her. Where any man has touched her. So, this was the perfect game for us to play.

She was so pure with how little she’s been touched. So many places for me to be her first.

We will savor her, Ambrose. She is ours. We will take her, claim her, and make her ours forever.

Where the hell have you been? Why did you leave? Cowering in some corner? Afraid of a little girl?

Watch yourself, Ambrose, without me you have nothing. Now claim her.

She is our princess. We’ll make her ours. Make her consumed with us. Want only us.

Yes. Do it.

Onyx and I were on the same page again. I don’t know where he went after what happened with our princess, he just left into the back of mind, and didn’t respond. But once she woke, my wolf came back. I didn’t like the impact on my wolf or how he refuses to answer me.

I was going to have every inch of her.

When I pointed to her lips, and she nodded, I slammed my mouth to hers, and like a good girl she opened right up for me. She caved in letting herself be consumed by my mouth.

However, when I reached her beautiful and bare chest, her reaction wasn’t what I expected.

The son of the bitch touched her breasts. I felt a rage instantly rise, boiling my blood. I couldn’t bring myself to touch her there yet, her body freezing up, it repulsed me. I wasn’t Ezra. I had limits.

He better not have touched her here. Or I swear to the goddess, I’ll revive that son of a bitch just to kill him again.

But to my relief she nodded no. Good, she was still my pure princess, waiting for me.

I wouldn’t take her now; she wasn’t ready. I wanted her begging for me. Needing me. Desperate for me.

After knowing what I wanted to know I pulled away and untied her, leaving her visibly flustered.

She was so cute red faced and mad sitting on my bed in nothing but my shirt. She looked good there. Looks like she wanted more. Naughty girl. Just wait.

I walk over to my desk and call Hector in through the channel.

Bring me another desk and some writing utensils.

"A second desk?" Hector questioned.

Did you just question my request? Just go and do what you’re told. What is with everyone suddenly questioning me or stepping out of line.

"Apologize, Alpha, I’ll have one brought in immediately." Hector responded.

"Can I rinse off?" She asked me.

"Go. You know where the bathroom is."

"Thank you." She responded curtly.

I couldn’t wipe the smile from my mind. I couldn’t believe the daughter of the maiden, even being one herself, I was surprised to know she’s untouched.

I could hear the shower running, and for some reason I couldn’t stay put, my feet carried me to the bathroom, where I leaned against the wall and watched her. I couldn’t keep my eyes from her, searching every curve of her body. My eyes catching the moon I saw on her inner thigh.

"Is that a tattoo?" I found myself asking.

She jumped and snapped her neck quickly back at me with a sharp glare. Her long white hair clung to her body, shaping every curve, hiding just the right parts of her. Leaving much to the mind. Beads of water drizzled down her skin. The moisture giving her a glistening ethereal appearance.

"No, it’s a birthmark. Why?" She asked curtly.

She didn’t cover herself instead she turned to face me. Her sexy naked body, taunting me with each trailing water droplet.

Keeping my composure, only barely, I turned and walked away. I wouldn’t let her see how much her nudity affected me.

I went back to my desk and took a drink of water, cooling myself down.

The heat in bathroom must have gotten to me.

Yeah, the heat, keep telling yourself that.

Are we doing this again.

Nope.

Ugh, Onyx was becoming exhausting.

Knocking on the door meant Hector was here with the desk. I’ll put her to work. I needed someone to read through senseless court requests. The ones I didn’t care to read.

When she came out of the shower she was wrapped in a towel. She was glistening from the light’s refraction on her wet skin.

"I have clothes in the closet for you, go pick something and come sit next to me." I ordered, pointing to the closet without looking up from the work in front of me.

She said nothing and strolled over to my closet. She came out dressed and sat next to me.

I placed over 100 documents on her desk. "I need these read and separated."

"What are they? And how are they to be separated?" She asked.

She was being oddly obedient.

"Why aren’t you back talking?"

"Because I’d rather do something than do nothing. Why does it bother you? Do you want me to talk back?"

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"Fine, they’re court requests. People who have problems, they submit a case to the court and request a hearing. Separate the yes from the no." I answered flatly.

"What qualifies them for either category?" She asked looking through the stacks of paper.

"What’s important and what’s not? Don’t you know the difference?" I snapped annoyed.

"No, my priorities and yours are probably different. I have morals, and you do not. So, if you want me to work for you, give me the proper instructions, or do it yourself." She defended herself.

"Watch your tone princess." I reminded her.

"You’re ridiculous." She turned away from and started sorting through the documents.

We were at it for hours, and I couldn’t help stealing glances of her. She looked so serene as she read through the documents. Her frowns when she read something she didn’t like, her eye rolls at annoying complaints, even some tears when she read something sad.

The array of emotions she expressed reading over the court request, was touching. She hates wolf shifters, so why feel so much reading about their petty mundane lives?

Once I was done with my work, I looked over and found her asleep on the desk drooling. The documents organized neatly in separate piles, just as I asked. I picked them up and started peering through the ones she must have selected to be seen, because these were ones of domestic violence, loss, hunger, famine. Things that made her feel. The others were petty disputes over land and animals. Cheating. Greedy nobles.

She looked tired and peaceful. I checked my watch and we’d been at it for 4 hours; it was already dark outside. I picked her up from her chair, and she curled into my arms, she even started to snore when I laid her down and tucked her in.

What was this girl doing to me?