I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 71: I like her

~ODETTE’S POV~

"I’m Jaylin Monroe, the only female alpha ranked wolf in this winter wasteland. Pleasure to meet you, Princess Odette." She stood up and extended her hand to me.

And just like many of the other wolves here she had blue hair and sapphire blue eyes.

"Pleasure to be in your presence Miss Jaylin Monroe." I nodded my head in the manner expected of me. My voice carried an element of regality and grace. I put my charm on 100.

And Ambrose lifted his eyebrow at me questioning my attitude.

He forgets I have class and etiquette as a member of the royal family, I’m not all bark and bite, sometimes I can be a well-trained girl.

"What brings you to our small corner of the world with our Alpha King?" She asked. She put her elbows on the table closed her hands together and resting her chin on them.

"He kidnapped me." I said flatly.

Her eyes widened in surprise at my blunt answer.

Ambrose busted out laughing.

"She’s not lying, stole her right out from under their nose. And now she’s mine." He said without hesitation or remorse.

"You hold nothing back, I like her Ambrose, keep her around. She’s not some dumb she wolf like so many of those noble bitches that reside in the capital." Jaylin said.

"I agree, she’s refreshing, isn’t she? Nothing like expected." He answered Jaylin’s remark.

The alphas just sat quietly in their chair, unsure if they should speak and if they did, what would they say.

Their discomfort with me dining at the table with them was clearly written on their face.

Usually, I’d be bothered by that. But right now, I couldn’t care in the slightest.

"With all due respects, Alpha King Ambrose, we’d like to discuss the interview and the direction our pack will be going." One man spoke. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Raenar Lockwell, we are having a pleasant dinner, why bring up business before I’ve even had dessert." He looked over to me and licked his lips.

Was he insinuating I would be his dessert?

My cheeks heated up and I started blushing.

"I didn’t know vampires could blush. How is that possible?" Jaylin asked me.

And here’s where things were bond to get awkward.

"I’m not coldblooded like most of my people. I’m the daughter of The Maiden, I’m warm blooded, just like you. I don’t feed on blood; I feed on energy." I answered.

"Oh wow, I’ve heard something of that, but out here in the sticks, we don’t get a lot of worldly updates." Jaylin confessed, she looked unfazed by my confession.

Were shifters just more accepting of freak anomaly’s than my people? Or did she really just respect me?

"You’re not scared?" I asked her cautiously.

"No, why would I be scared? My Alpha King is in the room, and I’m pretty agile myself, and if you wanted to kill me, according to my king, you could, so you would have already." Jaylin answered without a shred of hesitation.

"You’re not worried that I’ll suck out your soul?" I asked prodding at her more.

"Nope, you’re not a soul sucker, you’re an energy one." She answered.

I liked her answer, she was a lot more intelligent than she appeared and enough common sense to put two and two together and not think it means fish.

"You’re smart and perceptive. I like that." Out of all the alpha ranked shifters in this room, she was the best candidate so far.

Fearless, confident, smart, friendly but not too friendly.

I realized it then; this was the interview. The people that made it past dinner tonight would get the chance to interview tomorrow. Idiots rushed their own judgement.

"So, Princess Odette, you are a guest or a prisoner." One alpha asked. It was the first time he’d spoken.

I looked to Ambrose to see what he’d say and when he opened his mouth the words that came out shocked not only the room but me.

"Want a secret no one knows yet? She’s neither, she’s my mate" His expression was challenging, as if he were daring them to say something stupid.

And as expected the idiot from earlier spoke.

"You’re joking, she can’t possibly be your mate, she’s a vampire. Our enemy. I can’t accept that." Drake Lockwell stood from his seat slamming his hands on the table.

Ambrose shot him a death stare and released his alpha aura. Drake crumbled beneath it. lowering his head, reluctantly.

"Who the fuck are you to question your king? To accept or deny? You don’t have a choice; you don’t get a say. You are nothing and the fact you think you have enough brains to form an independent feeling or thought baffles me." Ambrose spoke like he had tasted something disgusting, looking at Drake like he had signed his own death warrant.

The tension in the air was palpable. The animosity brewing was thick and suffocating.

"Apologize, now." Ambrose demanded.

"I won’t apologize to the likes of her." Drake growled.

Ambrose smiled. And it was so unsettling nausea crept in my throat. His eyes carried a sickening look to them.

And I saw it, just for a moment, the joy he felt for what he was about to do.

I held my breath and braced myself for the bloodshed that would follow.

Ambrose amused look dropped, and he looked to Damon and nodded.

My eyes followed Damon as he moved swiftly across the room. Damon grabbed Drakes arms pinning them to his back with one hand and slamming his head into the table holding his head firmly against the table.

Ambrose picked up the knife on the table and walked slowly over to Drake. "You know, you should have kept that mouth of yours shut."

The room was dead silent, and the air, thick with angst, was stifling. No one dared move or speak up.

And I me, I was frozen in my seat.

Drake struggled under Damons’s grip on him. Trying to break free, but it was useless, Beta Damon was an alpha ranked wolf with years of training. His beta title reflected more on his relationship with Ambrose, than of his status as a wolf.

Ambrose now standing in front of Drake.

"I warned you Drake Lockwell." Ambrose looked at the shifter struggling against Damon with cold indifference.

With quick precision and devastating accuracy, he ripped Drake’s tongue from his mouth and slammed the knife down on top of it.

Blood sprayed the table, and the smell of copper instantly assaulted my senses. Drake howled in pain. Thrashing in Damons hold, his strength driven by pain and fear. Ambrose slammed the knife into the table.

"Now you won’t be saying anything so nasty again, will you?"

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