I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 43: Truth or Dare

***Authors Note: Sorry. I’ve been sick. But I’m feeling much better now. Back to our scheduled daily updates. Keep an eye out May 19th I am participating in the Mass Release Challenge get ready. Things are getting interesting***

AMBROSE’S POV:

When my knee brushed hers, it was like I got zapped by static. Onyx began pacing in my mind. Every day he was getting more restless and active when we’re around her. Especially when I touch her.

And then when she told me that she’s never drank alcohol. I was shocked. The girl was an adult, and vampires younger than her are drinking. Why not her?

And then when she told me it was the boyfriend. My wolf, and maybe even a little piece of me, got angry for her. Denied the simple pleasures in life, by a man whole live for only a small portion of hers.

That little fucking carrot Onyx growled when she told us.

Will never tell our princess what she can and can’t do. How dare someone with no royal lineage tell a royal what to do? Who the hell does this guy think he is?

We will change that, we will change her whole world won’t we, Ambrose.

I would show her what fun is, I would show her. Only a monster isn’t afraid of another monster. And that I alone would be all she needs.

Yes. That’s my boy.

I watched as she took her first sips, and the look on her face was priceless. Her cheeks instantly flushed. She was so cute the way her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

She looked so innocent sharing this drink with me, one could almost forget there’s a violent raging inferno burning just below the surface, and the only thing keeping that fire contained was the thin metal collar locked tightly around her neck.

I saw what she was capable of. What she could do if given the freedom. It was marvelous. Darkness has never looked so white.

It was divine watching her burn that little prick alive.

I wanted to know what else she was capable of if given the chance to freely explore it.

But I wasn’t stupid enough to let my curiosity override my sense of reason. I couldn’t free her of the collar until I knew she was mine. Heart and soul.

"Ever played Truth or Dare?" I asked her

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What like the kids game?"

"Yes, exactly like the kids game." I laughed.

"Of course, but not since I was in grade school." She gave me a pained expression, but only for a moment. Her hardened exterior was cracking. Only needed to push a little more.

"Then you definitely haven’t played it like this." My mind was already reeling with questions and dares.

This was going to be so much fun.

"Do tell, King Ambrose." She enunciated on king with her sarcasm.

"Here’s the rules. You can pick truth or dare. If you back out of one, you have to do the other or finish your entire drink." I gave her a mischievous grin.

"Fine, but you go first. Truth or Dare?" She asked before I could argue. Sneaky little fox.

"Truth"

I watched her frown; it made me want to change my mind. I wonder what dare my little princess would have given me.

"Hmmm... Name a time you were ever afraid? One you haven’t told anyone." She asked leaning back in her seat.

"I wasn’t expecting you to be so basic."

"You always say I’m full of surprises." She joked with me.

I watched as she took another sip.

I pondered and only one thing came to mind... The first time I ever killed something.

"I was six, my dad took me out to hunt for the first time, said I was old enough to know the importance of life and death." I took a deep breath; it’s the first time I’ve spoken of this to anyone other than my mother. "We picked out a deer, and he handed me a bow, I strung it and held the arrow tight. My posture was perfect. But I couldn’t shoot it. My father growled in the link, telling me I’m weak, and how I’ll never be a good Alpha King if I can’t even kill a deer. He took my hands and aimed my bow and released my arrow, killing the deer instantly."

I could feel the saddest in my heart. The fear of taking a life in cold blood. The sting of my father’s disappointment when I failed him. I could remember it all so vividly.

"I was shaking with the bow in my hands. My father thought I was pathetic and weak; it rained later that day. And he forced me to sit on my knees in the rain for the entire day into the night. No bathroom breaks. So, yes, when it got bad enough, it is what you think. When he came back and smelled it on me, he was so disgusted he beat me, but not with his bare hands, but with a cane. I never hesitated again."

"Wow... That’s really fucking insane. I’m so sorry." Her face was sad and hurt. She looked like some on had slapped her in the face.

I shot her a sharp glare. "I don’t need your pity."

"Good, I don’t have any to give anyways. I’m still sorry it happened. I can be sorry and it not be pity." She furrowed her brows and spoke to me sternly.

"Your turn." I needed to get the spotlight off me. I was not trying to make this a discovery channel special on my childhood trauma. "Truth or Dare."

"Truth, to match yours." She closed her hands together over her lap giving me a knowing smirk.

"Why are you afraid of public places especially one’s where your exits are blocked?" Two can play the pain game.

The color drained from her face, and I might have felt a bit of regret for asking about it, but I was desperate to know what could make such a fierce princess’ knees buckle under the weight of her own fear.

"If it wasn’t for the fact, you told me yours, I wouldn’t tell you mine." She looked down at her hands, her body less relaxed and sat stiffly in the seat. The temperature in the cabin. "My mother and another witch compelled my entire party to keep this a secret. Lucky you, I wasn’t included."

She started to shiver, and I watched her throat gulp. She takes a sip of her drink and continues "Believe it or not, I don’t have a lot of friends. Like real ones. My parents kept me isolated from the politics of the bight world and only showed me to the whole of society at my birthday parties. So I never really care for my birthday, cause the people that came always approached me with ulterior motives. No one ever just wanted to be my friend. Only Delilah and Kalvin. I came into my powers at 16. It was really exciting, I thought maybe, maybe I’d be accepted and... and... maybe even make friends."

She shifted around uncomfortably licking her lips and chugging her drink. I wave to the steward and signaled for a second drink.

"It just so happens, the opposite happened. A group of girls approached me with a beautifully wrapped gift box. Which is a big deal, no guest had ever given me a present directly, they were always placed on a table. I was beyond excited, my heart felt so full."

I watched her take another drink. "But when I opened the box..." A tear slid down her cheek. "when I opened it, the box was hexed and blood exploded from the box. Covering me in a thick blanket or dark red blood. At the bottom of the box was my cat, well the campus cat that I adopted and fed at school."

She covered her face hiding herself from me. And my heart ached for her.

"I exploded. I guess... I felt this burning rage inside me, like something cracked. Power surged from me, destroying the entire party sending people flying, shattering window, the floor shook and cracked beneath my feet. And by the time I was done, everyone whispered the word monster. As I walked by."

I saw a flash in her eyes, as if a memory she’d long forgotten resurfaced.

"What?"

"Nothing..." She said much too quickly.

"I don’t believe that for a second. Tell me."

"Nope. Your turn. Truth or Dare?" Damn it.