I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 39: The plans for revenge have changed

***Sorry for the delayed update, my family had an award ceremony to attend yesterday so I wasn’t able to get any writing done. So here’s 2,000 words***

AMBROSE’S POV:

One minute I was holding her wrist, the next she was hyperventilating. She ripped her hand from mine and started running away.

I was surprised, where is she even going to go? The whole city is full of shifters. She’ll be toast if the wrong people get ahold of her.

We have to find her. Onyx said to me.

So, use your nose and find her.

With pleasure.

I took a step back, letting my wolf take control. I could feel him trying to shift.

Don’t shift, we’ll break a bunch of shit and I’m not trying to be naked in a women’s store.

Why? We’ve got nothing to hide.

Onyx just don’t. What if our giant wolf form scares her? It’ll be you to blame.

I had to say something to stop him. Though I doubt a big wolf could scare that girl.

Fine. He grumbled.

I let him take the wheel and follow her sweet scent. It led me to the stairs and when I went down them, I found her huddled in a corner, ears covered, knees tucked to her chest. She looked pitiful.

My wolf urged us closer.

My steps must have alerted her because when she looked up her eyes were wide with surprise, red and puffy from tears that she held in.

I knelt down and reached my hand out.

She recoiled, making a piece of my heart ache.

"Hey, come on, is the store that ugly, it made you run away in disgust?" I tried a joke.

"No, I just... miss my family... that’s all..." she muttered.

That was a lie I could tell. "Don’t lie to me. That’s not it, what made you tuck tail and run?"

"You have your secrets; you think you are the only one with secrets? I have my own too." She tried to act tough. But I saw right through it.

The girl crouched before me, wasn’t the strong and fearless girl I usually see, this one is a small girl afraid of the monster under her bed.

"Okay, okay, have them, but at least tell me how I can help. Hmm?" Continuing with my olive branch.

Her eye narrowed and her nose scrunched looking at me with questioning disbelief.

Not sure whether she should believe me or not.

I sigh "Listen, just tell me what you want right now. And I’ll make it happen. Kay?"

She nodded and bit her lip, looking down, the silence dragged, but this time it was uncomfortable it was a quiet thinking.

"Can we order online and go somewhere a little quieter. This place has a lot more people than the restaurant." She was so shy when she made her request.

So, she’s got social anxiety...? But then how was she able to do her performance before we took her?

Such a mystery. I’m loving every secret I uncover. Just one more in the arsenal of making her completely mine.

Imagine the look on her father’s face when she chooses me over her bloodsucking friends and family.

Nothing will be sweeter.

I can keep her and get my revenge. I don’t have to break her. I can claim her. And that will do so much more to that monster of a man.

Yes. Claim her. Mark her. Own her.

All in good time.

You know I’ve never been a patient wolf.

What is with this obsession you have with her?

I don’t know honestly, I recognize a piece of her. But there’s something in the way. I can’t feel more than that piece.

So, you want to mark her to have access to her soul and figure it out. It’s not love?

You’re an idiot. I’ve said from the beginning she’s special. I don’t know what it is I recognize or what I feel about it. But there’s strong pull, desperate to claim her.

Like a mate bond?

Of course not, she doesn’t have a wolf to bond with.

I don’t know why but those words stung my heart.

Disappointed Ambrose? How unlike you...

Go away.

Onyx scoffed and went to wherever he goes when he’s not arguing with me.

"We can kick everyone out of the store. How about that? We leave tonight for the ColdMoon Pack."

"Kick them all out, why would you do that?" She looked at me surprised.

"Because I’m the Alpha King, and if I want to shop in a woman’s store alone with a woman, I can."

"But why?" her face changed to something unreadable, I couldn’t read her face and know what she was thinking.

"Because the big crowd with people eyeing you and you’re not in control." I kept an indifferent tone and air about me, not wanting her to know her weakness was one I wasn’t bothered by and would even be willing to fix.

My plans for revenge have changed and I can’t just rely on fear if I wanted to make her want me.

If I wanted to make her break her own father’s heart, I can just see the look on his face knowing a dog like me is fucking his precious little princess and that I have her so wrapped around my finger, she’d pick me over him every day for the rest of her life.

Feeling that stab in heart.

This sounds even sweeter than my first plan.

"You’d do that for me?" She was full of suspicion.

"Yeah, I would, I’ve got some slight temper problems." I started.

"Slight...?" She interrupted with a little sarcasm and a raised her eyebrow at me.

"Okay maybe a little more than slight, but that’d the most I’ll agree too." I reached my hand down again, and this time, and like I’d hoped she took it and let me pull her back up to her feet.

She dusted off her dress and looked at me with something different, something along the lines of grateful.

"I’ll be back to escort you of this staired cage when I clear out the building. Hang tight." I said.

She nodded and leaned against the wall, straightening her hair some.

She looked a little cute being all shy and nervous, fixing her hair even though no one but me would be seeing her in this state.

Looks like I’m slowly getting back in her good graces. My heart felt a small sense of relief.

I spoke with manager, and she did as she was instructed and cleared the store closing the doors gates to ensure our privacy.

I return to her in the stairwell and find her staring out the small window. The sun catching her face just right, making her hair glisten like freshly fallen snow at dawn. She was heartbreakingly beautiful in this light. She stole my breath clean from my lungs. I didn’t want to interrupt this moment.

However she turned her head to face me, and I saw it, for a single second, I saw it in the corner of her mouth. A tiny smile.

"Okay, let’s get out there and find you some clothes."

She moved up the steps, I held the door open to her and she looked up to my eyes and quietly told me "Thank you."

She didn’t need to say why, it wasn’t the things I would buy her, but the action I did for her.

So, she like ’Acts of Service’ more than ’Gift Giving.’

She found a different sense of happiness as she roamed the stores glancing at all the different styles.

"You can have whatever you want. Money isn’t an issue. So, go crazy." I want her to know she could have this little bit of freedom and control. "But do get some winter wear, it’ll get colder here soon, and the ColdMoon Pack is snowy year-round."

"Aye, Aye Captain." She did a dramatic salute before running off.

I watched her as she danced around the store to their stock playlist. She looked like such a normal girl. A small grin crept up my face. I couldn’t help it.

After she collected some clothes, I frowned it was as much as I expected.

"Is this all?"

"Yeah, I’m picky, and a lot of the stuff here isn’t really my taste. I’m girlie but not the frilly pink type, more the Victorian Goth type girlie. I don’t wear pink bows, I wear black." She mentions. She had only the most basic of winter wear. Classy and clean.

"I’m going to pick some things out for you." I told her. walking away.

I first headed to the long coats, I grabbed a rack by the door, I planned to fill it up.

I found this dark yet vibrant red coat that was lined inside with soft black faux fur. I grabbed it and hung it on the rack.

Searching further; I found a simple black fleece turtleneck, an off-the-shoulder black cotton shirt.

I remembered she liked doll clothing, so I made my way to the dresses and immediately found two black short cock tail dresses that flared out some at the waste. I picked out several different outfits before returning to her with a rack overflowing with dark clothes.

"Wow, that’s what I called dedication." She looked over the hanging items on the rack with a graceful smile, "Nice you even have a good sense of not quite what I wear, but close enough, where did you find these?"

"They have an area where they have a selection of nicer clothes upstairs."

"I accept your ’I’m sorry I tried to kill you’ gifts. But you’re not forgiven, I’ll make that clear."

One step closer to being forgiven though.

The cashier that waited at the counter, rung us up, totaling over 7,000 euro’s.

Her mouth dropped when she heard the price.

"Are you sure this is, okay?" She was so cute worried about my finances.

"Yes." I answered handing the woman my black card.

"You don’t have a black card?" I snickered at the idea of having more than that bastard father of hers.

"No, my mom and dad do, but I just have a platinum. And honestly, I barely used it." I would be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by her confession. I almost didn’t believe her, but seeing what she picked out, how little she had selected, I actually believed her.

A modest princess. Even the noble girls here have some serious entitlement issues. I think Ursula and Esmerelda are the only two nobles I know without a snarky attitude.

"I’m the King and I own a few successful business’ from behind the scenes. I have my own black card." I smirked at her, and her face fell into a frown, but I saw it. the slight change in breathing.

Her masked hardness cracked slightly.

"Come on there’s one more place I want to take you before we leave. You look like the kind of girl who likes old school horror films? In honor of the new Nosferatu movie, they’re running the original. I texted asking to clear the theater for me." I lied about the last part I had this planned already but couldn’t let her think I was too thorough.

And there it was again another fracture in her wall. Her face softened and her eyes looked at me with something other than hatred.

"How did you know?" She asked stunned.

"I found out from a little bird." I answered. Another lie, I had her tailed her whole life, but the last thing I wanted to do was admit that just when things were improving.

She narrowed her eyes squeezed her eyebrows closer together.

"Nosferatu, awaits." I directed her toward the exit my hand rested on the lower curve of her back.

Which for some reason made me feel like someone squeezed my heart while it sped up inside the grip.

This time she didn’t recoil at my touch and that only made my heart pound harder.

I hate to admit it, but, it made my heart pound too.