I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 73: The Butterflies

~ODETTE’S POV~

I was so embarrassed with him holding my hand as we walked around. All of the eyes looking at me.

Some curious, some frowned, some looked destained and venomous.

Especially the looks from the she-wolves. They looked like they all wanted to eat me alive.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and he wouldn’t let my hand go.

"Let me keep your hands warm, relax, we’re only holding hands." He said in a low voice with a smirk.

His stupid smirk. The one that makes my heart race.

The snow was falling lightly, and looking around, despite all the wreckage, it was beautiful. Like a Winter Wonderland. Trees decorated with string lights and icicles. Pine trees coated in freshly fallen snow. A blanket of white rested on the ground. Footprints slowly being covered.

It was peaceful. The hustle and bustle of the main square was becoming more distant.

Where was he taking me?

We followed a winding path until we came across an orchard with green houses in the center.

The trees were still green and crisp red apples hung on their branches, I was in awe!

"How?"

"They have a special connection to this land. Their people have never left, only came, they say it’s old fae magic. But that’s just myth." He laughed.

The sound was delightful.

"Hey, I think they’re real. I don’t know. I can just feel it in my bones. Fae are real. Or were." I defended with a lighthearted laugh.

"Okay, whatever you say, it’s your fairytale, princess." He laughed at me again.

We stopped in front of several greenhouses shaped like domes.

"Wow, how is it still untouched?" I asked amazed at the structures ability to stay standing. After all these attacks how could such a thing remained untainted by destruction?

"Believe it or not, I don’t know, the rogues haven’t targeted it. Maybe they know it will upset the gods. The fact apple trees grow in all season’s year round here means this is special to them. So, I hope it stays safe." He grabbed my other hand turning me to face me, blocking my view of the buildings up ahead. "Okay, now close your eyes."

I frowned.

"Just trust me, okay?" He gave me a look daring me.

I exhaled and closed my eyes.

I listened closely and followed each step. The sound of the snow crunching under my boots echoed much louder in the silence of the evening and the darkness that was now my sight. I heard a door open and a rush of hot air warmed the skin on my face instantly. Chasing away the chill that settled under my coat.

***Author’s Note: Play "See You Again" by Beth. You won’t regret it. Matches the magic***

PS: This is how Odette’s her singing voice sounds.

"Now. Open them."

And when I did, I was breathless. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My jaw dropped and prickles of goosebumps creeped all over me.

Butterflies greeted my open eyes with gentle kisses as they fluttered around me. In a rhythm all their own, they flew like they had nothing to lose or anything to fear.

They flaunted colors of blue and red and pink. They were a beauty untouched by the horrid truth of the world just outside these glass walls.

I took off my shoes and slid my coat off. I walked in. Butterflies seemed to swarm my every move, following me.

This was a glass world all its own.

A lush green spread across the ground. Daring me to take off my shoes and dance. To feel the touch of grass under my soft feet.

Blossoms of all kinds spread out. Roses, poppies, iris’s, dandelions, tulips, lilies and bluebells. Their attractive aroma designed to draw in anyone who comes by.

Fruit trees bearing oranges and figs and cherries.

On the ground were rows of strawberries and vines of grapes.

String lights draped from the ceiling above us. Illuminating the dome. Giving a romantic atmosphere. And when I looked up the stars shined bright, even with the sun still fading in the background. It was like a completely different world in here.

It smelled of late spring and summer showers.

It felt like heaven had kissed this one spot.

I could hear the sounds of water. Following the sound at first, then the butterflies seemed to guide me to a small pound rippling.

"It’s a natural spring, fed by a the mountain from beneath." He told me.

"This place is so beautiful." Tears swelled in my eyes and found their way out. Trailing my cheeks, I sniffled and wiped them away.

"It’s an oasis of green in a land of constant winter. See why I said it’s blessed?" He looked to be in awe himself, surprised by the beauty.

"Have you ever been here?" I asked.

"No, but I’ve heard it’s a place to visit if I ever come north. Now I find myself north and there was no one I wanted to see this more with, than you." His voice soft like velvet, without a hint of mockery or sarcasm.

"You’re sharing a first with me?" I asked sheepishly.

"I’ve shared a few with you actually. I’ve never taken a girl on a date or shared my bed with her. for two." He said with such brazen confidence.

He’s never shared his bed?

"I don’t let people close enough to share my bed." He added as if sensing my doubt.

He led me over to a clearing.

He laid me down under a tree listening to the sound of the rippling pound. Pulling me close, my head resting on his arm and our backs against the crunchy grass. Looking up butterflies danced above our heads like they owned the world.

And to them, they did. This world was built for them, and they were the rulers of the blossoms. The deciders of life. The caretakers of the fruit and trees.

The peace this place provided was foreign and new. Silence fell between us. A kind and soothing silence, one where the only words are spoken by the sound of fluttering wings.

"I could lay here forever and never miss a day on the outside." I found myself whispering.

"Me too."

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