I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 70: Kept His Mouth Shut

~ODETTE’S POV~

Under his touch he broke me.

If I followed what he said, and I let the bond in. If I gave in, would what he said really be true? Or would I just be stupid to think that’s the case? Stupid to believe him?

What if he was just using me like everyone else? Wanted something from me?

I was scared of the feeling inside me; I was scared of what I felt for him.

But maybe it was time I faced those fears.

What about my family? Would they forgive me for falling in love with the enemy? With the family that kidnapped and assaulted my mother?

Would the shifters accept me? As the daughter of the man who slaughtered their people?

Everything was so messed up right now.

When he let me down from his embrace, my body craved more of him. Like it couldn’t get enough of the feel of his touch, the need in his movement.

After the shower he handed me a towel. To cover with and then, to my surprise he wrapped my long white hair in a towel and twisted it on top of my head.

This was a whole new side to Ambrose I didn’t know existed.

"Thank you." I found myself whispering, heat rising to my cheeks.

"Why are you being so polite? It’s weirding my out." He didn’t look back when he spoke instead, he searched through his clothes.

"I’m not, I’m being grateful, jeez." I scoffed.

He chuckled.

His back muscles rippled with each movement; his skin was flawless. His hair still dripped water.

My mouth was practically watering over his good looks.

"If you stare any harder, you’ll burn a hole in my back." He teased me.

"I’m not staring." I defended.

"You are most certainly staring. But whatever you say princess." He sounded nonchalant while shrugging his shoulders at me.

He dropped his towel, and my jaw fell with it. I could just hear the smirk creep up his face. freewebnøvel.coɱ

He picked out a red fleece shirt that hugged his back muscles. A pair of black slacks that seemed specially tailored to fit his body. and a black coat that gave him an air of sophistication and dominance. He was breathtaking, and I didn’t have to see his face to know that.

He wanted to match me, that’s why he asked me to wear my red coat.

That was kinda sweet of him.

I felt a smile grace my face when the butterflies started to flutter in my tummy.

I walked beside him and picked out a similar outfit. Warm thick fleece black leggings and a matching black turtleneck. My belt was silver. and I had black snow boots, ones I didn’t pick out.

"You bought these for me." I said looking up to him.

"Yes. Picked them out myself, do you like them?" He asked.

They were matte black with black fur lining the inside. The sole was soft, and the shoes were warm and made well.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing. Sit down your hair is still messy and wet." He ordered more than asked.

I nodded and sat down at the vanity. He stood behind and picked up a comb and began softly combing the knots from my wet hair. Using the towel to dry my hair as he went.

Kalvin never did anything so tender and intimate with me and we’d been together for so long.

What were we even? Feeling what I do with Ambrose, I felt nothing like that for Kalvin.

I really never love him more than a friend...

And the feeling should have been sinking, but really it was a relief.

I looked down at my hand where the empty space that once held the ring he proposed to me with. And I didn’t miss it.

It was beautiful, and it looked like something I’d wear, but it wasn’t me.

"I’ll buy you more jewelry, you won’t miss that bastards ring." He growled at me between his teeth.

I looked back surprised by his jealousy.

"I don’t miss it. I was just appreciating it’s absence." I stated with confidence, leaving no room for doubt.

Once he combed the knots from my hair, I rose from my seat.

"Are you ready to meet with the alpha’s?" He smirked.

"It’s nothing special; they’re just men with strong wolves." I said fearlessly.

Even though I was a vampire walking into a den of wolves. I wasn’t afraid.

I had Ambrose to back me up, not that I needed it. But still, that sense of security, it felt good. I never really felt like there would be someone who truly had my back. My father and Kalvin always just expected me to handle everything as it came my way.

We walked to the dining are in the pack house where the room was lively with chatter. The sounds of forks scraping against plates, drinks clinking as they met each other.

The room quieted and conversations halted when we entered the room.

The Alpha’s frowned.

I knew without the collar; they could now smell the powerful vampire that stood next to their Alpha King.

And they were pissed.

"So, it’s true! What’s a bloodsucker like her doing here? She belongs in cage, not at the table with us."

Before I could speak up, Ambrose snapped his attention to the wolf that opened his mouth.

"Drake Landwood, I see you have something to say about my special guest. Please make your opinion known." The smile on his face was anything but friendly. It was threatening and instigative. He was baiting the Alpha.

"We heard rumors you brought a cold-blooded vamp here, I didn’t think you, of all people to bring one. Into our home." He spoke with certainty, like he wasn’t just about to regret his words.

"Me, of all people?" He frowned deeply. His displeasure with being called out was clearly displayed on his face. I could see the wolf touched a nerve. I could feel his anger rising as my own.

I wanted to comfort him, but I knew that would only show weakness, so I restrained myself.

But before I could blink, he had moved with speed and precision of a trained warrior across room.

Grabbing the wolf by his neck, knocking him and the chair backwards. He was leaned over the wolf, choking the life out of him.

I could do nothing but watch.

"It seems you forget your place, pup. Me, of all people? I am your Alpha King; I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. Do you know why that is Drake? Because I’m your fucking King. So next time you speak ill of my guest, you speak ill of me. And I will rip your tongue clean from your mouth. Have I made myself clear." He roared; his Alpha aura exploded from him.

The wolves in the room bowed their head in submission.

But not to me, I wasn’t affected by it, I could feel the strength and pull, but it wasn’t like how they all acted.

"I will say something now, if you insult her," He gestured to me "You are insulting me. If you look wrong at her, you look wrong at me. She is mine. She is under my protection, and you will address her by her respected title."

He released the wolf, Drake Landwood from his grasp and rose leaving the wolf coughing and gasping for air on the ground.

Serves him right.

He paused and then smiled and said "Princess Odette Drakarys. The Princess of Darkness and heir to the Night Throne. She has some of the purest and oldest blood in her veins, and at the snap of her finger she could kill you all, it will do you well to remember that."

I was speechless, to hear him say such things about me in public. Even with so much animosity towards me. He didn’t studder once nor waver in his conviction.

I couldn’t kill them all with the snap of my fingers, I don’t know why he claimed I could do that, but the room had stilled and the silence that hung over it was heavy and uncomfortable.

That was until the woman, I assume to be, Jaylin Monroe, busted out laughing.

"I like a powerful woman. Please sit close to me, I’d love to talk with someone at the table with even a sliver of real brain."

I smirked and looked to Ambrose to see his reaction. He nodded like he was giving me permission to take a seat away from him.

Or at least I thought, he followed me and took the seat next to me. The wolves in the room exchanged glances, clearly shocked by the quick change in their alpha king’s demeanor.

Looks like he gave his wolves whiplash, just like he did me.

A light giggle left my lips at the thought.

"What’s so funny, Princess Odette." He asked addressing me by my formal title, but without any mocking undertone.

All business like.

"Just that you give your wolves the same kind of whiplash you’ve been giving me. I guess I don’t feel so alone after seeing their faces react to your mood’s speedy recovery." I laughed a little more.

He laughed lightly. I wanted to hear more of that laugh.

Dinner was definitely going to be interesting.

He smiled at me as if he were reading my mind, thinking the same thing.

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