I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 31: Your mother leveled a whole town

ODETTE’S POV:

Did my mom and dad do this kind of paperwork? I’ve never sat in a court session before, also never plan to rule over a legion of vampires either.

Reading these endless requests was exhausting. Between corruption and greed and men being disgusting. A pig in wolf’s clothes. I lost track of time and must have fallen asleep at some point because when I woke up again, it was dawn. The sun was rising.

Looking around I realized I was in Ambrose’s room, but I was alone, he was nowhere to be seen. I could feel the warmth fading from where he once laid.

I sighed, I shouldn’t want his warmth back, but I did. I couldn’t stop myself for wanting it. I know this is going to bite me in the ass.

I get up, wash my face and head down to breakfast in the servant’s kitchen. When I walked out Hector was standing as usual by the door.

"Do you ever sleep?" I asked seriously as well as sarcastically.

"Yeah, but not as much as you. Two days you slept after Ezra’s merciless execution.

I still wasn’t quite settled with the fact I actually killed someone. But at least it was a scum bag only someone’s pocket would miss.

"Remember my badassary." I looked over winking at him.

"There’s no way I could ever forget what I saw. It was fucking intense." He retorted.

"I heard, I don’t really remember anything passed me flipping in the air kicking his ass." I confessed.

"Is that really true? Man, that sucks. I’ve never seen someone’s eyes turn white, I heard seer’s do when they talk to the gods." Hector mentions.

"Ha, maybe I’m a god, trapped in skin?" I laughed at my own joke.

"If you’re a god, I’ll kiss your feet." He joked back.

"Shake on it." I stopped and extended my hand with an all too serious look.

He held in a laugh but took my hand and shook it.

"I’m going to hold you to it." I said firmly.

"I’m a man of my word, princess."

We both looked at each other and laughed hard.

We continued walking in a comfortable silence.

I could hear the chatter outside the room, but when I walked in, the chatter ceased and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked dead at me, some in awe, some in fear and some with disgust.

"Hey guys, no need to stop on my account." I say putting my hands up in surrender. What did some of them think I’d kill them or something?

"That was some fighting you did. I totally underestimated you." Ariel the blue haired girl said.

I bet you did. Just like everyone else.

Well except him... Ambrose...

Rose the red-haired girl looked at me shyly, with a gleam in her eye that made me feel warm inside. "Thanks."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her puzzled "For what?" the blonde Jenna I think, pulled a seat out, inviting me to sit next to her.

I happily obliged, maybe these people were starting to hate me less. I still can’t believe I’m making an attempt at being anyone’s friend, it’s so weird for me.

"For what you did to Ezra." She said even quieter.

I was stunned, someone thanked me for ending someone’s life?

"Did you just thank me?" I asked, there’s no way I heard that right.

Rose nodded "Yes"

Shit, I guess I did.

"You’re thanking me?" I ask one more time clarifying I am hearing her right.

She bit her lip and nodded.

There’s only one reason girl would be grateful some guy she works with dead.

"That fucking bastard." I growled loudly.

I looked at her and said proudly "Happy to be of service."

Ariel laughed "He was such a piece of shit. Let’s be honest with each other, the world is far better off with him out of it. You did a favor for all women kind."

"I couldn’t agree more." Hector joined him.

I smiled at Hector; he knew the whole story.

"You looked like heaven itself basked in your glory." Emalea added.

"I wouldn’t go that far..." Tersea scoffed.

"Well, I mean, I probably did better than you could have." I snickered knowing damn well if she had any real combat skill, she would be just a maid.

"Ha! You’re nothing without your abilities. I could take you down easily." She was instigating me.

I smirked at her, "Wanna give it a go? You think you can beat me, well, let’s see it then." I egged her on.

She narrowed her eyes and growled, I could tell she wasn’t expecting that.

"I don’t have time today maybe another day." She bit down hard, she was clearly not used to being forced to conceded, publicly.

Score 1: me 0: Tersea.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say." I shrugged leaning back in my chair.

She shoved her chair back and stormed out of the room, like a toddler being denied Halloween candy.

Once she slammed the door, the whole room erupted into laughter.

"She’s such a bitch." Ariel declares.

"I’d never say it out loud, but I agree." Rose admits.

I finish eating a piece of buttered toast and an apple. The bruising on my wrist was easing up now, it was sure taking a while.

As I was getting up from the table, Ambrose burst through the door. his face dark, his eyes glowing fiercely. His rage boiling over, he radiated a murderous aura that made me shiver.

I went to ask what was wrong but before I could my mouth, he ripped me up by my hair.

"You stupid daughter of a whore." He growled, dragging me from the kitchen.

Every looked shocked. We went from having a good time to me being yanked from the room.

"Ow, Ambrose, ow. What the hell." I winced, my scalped stung from his harsh violent jerking.

"I can walk; you don’t have to drag me." I yelled, holding the hair he had clenched in his fist.

"I don’t give a damn. Your whole family is a fucking monster. You disgust me."

His words slammed into my chest. My heart felt cracked and ached. Tears tried to fight their way to the surface, but I’d be damned if I let this son of a bitch see them. He didn’t deserve them.

When we got in his room he jerked me hard, again. But this time I yanked back and punched him in the face. "I said let me go."

I didn’t care that I hit him. Or that the fury inside him was overflowing. I didn’t care; I wouldn’t let him hurt me without a fight. He needed a reminder that I’m not some docile girl willing to serve her master’s every whim. I’m a fucking princess, the blood in my veins was purer than any night citizen’s blood.

"You stupid whore!" He yelled ripping me up by my hair again, throwing me against the wall.

A whimper of pain escaped me from the impact. When I tried to get up. He grabbed me by me by my throat.

What the hell happened; we went from sleeping next to each other to us beating the shit out of each other.

When he charged me again, I rolled out of his reach moving as fast as I could, but he was fast. Kicking me hard, I flew sideways into one of his pillars. My breath was shoved out of me from the force of his kick. I could feel it, he cracked a few ribs. I coughed roughly from having the wind knocked out of me.

"Why are you doing this?" I yelled at him. The pain was crippling. I didn’t have fast enough healing abilities.

"You want to know why I’m so angry?" He screamed approaching me.

I started to scoot backwards holding my ribs, it was agony every time I moved.

"Your mother leveled an entire village of wolves." He was shaking with rage his eyes still a bright blinding gold "Even the fucking children, Odette, she killed children."

I couldn’t hold it in I bust out in hysterical laughter. freewēbnoveℓ.com

He rushed to me and slapped me silent.

I furrowed my brows. Whoever told him my mother did any killing is lying sack of shit or an idiot, he must be talking about my mammy, they look near identical. But mammy has black dragon horns protruding out of her head. She’s also absolutely capable of leveling a town, she turns into a freaking fire breathing dragon for shit’s sake.

"My mother is literally the absolute most harmless person the entire world. She’s practically a capybara. Whoever told you it was my mother, even missed the dragon horns or is lying to you." I sputtered; the pain made my breathing staggered. And my mouth tasted like I swallowed a handful of pennies.

The audacity of him to accuse my mother of being the kind of savage to murder children in cold blood.

"No there was a black dragon, so no it wasn’t your wicked great-grandmother, it was your mother." He snapped.

I couldn’t help it, but I laughed again, this time even louder. None of it was funny, it was just ridiculous and impossible, my mom wouldn’t even kill a spider, she’d catch it and free it.

But I guess that was the last straw for him. Because he ripped me up by my throat and squeezed. I couldn’t breathe. I clawed and ripped at his skin, kicking and thrashing in his grip. But he remained completely unfazed by my attacks.

Stars started to dance in my vision, darkness circled my sight. The black tunnel getting smaller and the light was getting further away.

Was this how I was going to die? Being choked to death?