I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 75: Tickled

~ODETTE’S POV~

I woke to the sweet smell of coffee. I could smell it before I could hear who brought it in.

The smell of the roasted bean here was amazing. I didn’t know this place had such delicious smelling coffee.

When I opened my eyes, when my eyes settled into focus, I saw him, standing there holding a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee. I smiled.

He was fully dressed already. He looks so ridiculously attractive all the time, it is really unfair how perfect the man is.

"Hi" I whispered blinking slowly trying to have my eyes adjust to being open.

"Morning, sunshine, I’ve got breakfast, we’ve got a big day ahead of us." He said to me bringing everything over to the table.

He took a seat, and crossed his legs, resting his ankle on his knee with crossed arms. He starred at me with a smirk.

Which only made my heart flutter.

Gah! I hate that smirk. I wanna rip it off his face, stupid bastard.

"It’s too early can’t I just sleep for a little longer" I begged, mornings were hard for me, I spent most of my life in the dark with my family. Waking up early instead of going to bed late was still a little weird for me, even still. Even when I attended school during the day, it wasn’t this early.

It’s been weeks, you think I’d be used to it by now. But I guess, old habits die hard.

"Nope, have to get up early, have a party to plan." He said jumping on to the bed. He yanked the blanket away and started tickling me.

I began screaming in a frenzy, jerking my body away laughter bursting out of me.

"Stop!" I yelled laughing trying to catch and push his arms away from me.

"AH! Oh my god! Stop! Ah!" I kept laughing between words.

"Then get out of bed princess." He mocked tickling me still.

"I can’t if you keep tickling me!" I yelled back.

"Fine, fine, fine, fine." He said releasing me.

"Ugh, why..." I whined rolling out of the bed.

I pick the cup of coffee off the table and hold it in both hands.

Closing my eyes I take a whiff. The sweet alluring smell of the expresso beans warmed my soul and the first opened my eyes, making the bright and new.

"Mmmm... The latte is pretty good."

"Glad it meets the standards of a princess. Now let’s go. Come on, come on." He said scooting my butt to the closet.

I pick something to match him. Which is easy because most everything we brought was in black. Taking a pair of small faded black jeans and a long sleeve black turtleneck, I hop in the shower to rinse off.

Ambrose was sitting back leaning in the chair scrolling his phone and responding to texts or emails.

I missed having a phone. Playing games. Texting. Well, I guess not texting, not like I really had a lot of friends to text, anyways.

He looked up from his phone and asked "Are you ready?"

"Let’s do this." I answered with a smile.

We left the pack house and met up with Damon outside. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Princess, good morning." Damon said greeting me.

"Good morning, Beta Damon." I replied politely.

"I see our king here, has roped you into his ’party planning’ hasn’t he?" Damon laughed.

"Yep, wouldn’t take no for an answer." I teased.

"Hey, you make it sound like I begged you." Ambrose teased giving me a friendly shove.

"You tickled me out of bed; I’d call that begging." I shoved him back. He pretended to be thrown and acted wounded leaning against a wall.

"Ow, princess, you’ve wounded me, how will you make it up to me?" He looked at me like he was a quivering child.

Damon busted out in a voracious laughter. Holding his stomach, he bent over, unable to maintain his composure.

"Get up, you’re incorrigible." I nudge his foot with mine.

Damon still laughing hysterically.

"Fine, fine, fine." He threw his hands up in surrender jokingly. "Okay so what do we do."

He looked at me like I was expected to answer.

"How should I know? I don’t even know what I’m doing, let alone what you should be."

"Well, you’re a princess, don’t you know how to party plan?" He asked me with surprised expectations.

"Hate to let you down, but I don’t know the first thing about party planning." I laughed. Hard. The mere idea of me planning any kind of party was comical.

"Oh, come on, you have vision. Help me out here." He looked at me widening his eyes, attempting to look, what is that? Cute?

Oh gods. This is too good. I need a picture of whatever face he thinks he’s trying to make right now.

Which only made me laugh harder.

"Okay, I’ll help but you have got to stop looking at me like that. I don’t think it’s the face you’re trying to make. And I don’t think I can carry a conversation with it. Or you until it goes away." I couldn’t breathe after saying that and laughing.

His face dropped "You still like to kiss this face."

He moved suddenly, grabbing me by the wrist and yanking me towards him, landing hard against his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist, pressing lips firmly against mine.

My eyes widened and shock and I tried to push him away, but I found myself not pushing hard. Like it was instinct, not what I actually wanted.

As I was pushing against him, I felt my body betraying my mind and melting into him. I found myself kissing him back.

I parted my mouth slightly letting his tongue move in and our lips moved in a rhythm dictated by the passion of the moment.

Damon cleared his throat dragging me from the kiss I was getting lost in.

"Well, that’s a new development. Kissing in public? Ambrose, you’ll break all the you she-wolves hearts" Damon joked, but a growl escaped from me, or at least I think it was me.

The idea of another female anywhere near Ambrose set something in me on fire. A burning rage I just barely contained.

Both Damon and Ambrose looked at me confused yet impressed.

"Did you just growl at my Beta?" Ambrose smirked.

"No. That was your stomach, did you eat breakfast?" I denied it.

"Yes, with Damon, actually. I think that was you. What, don’t like the idea of me with another girl?" He said low and seductively.

"There’s nothing to be jealous about?" I was not about to admit I was jealous over an idea. No way in hell.

"Me with another girl. A she-wolf, should I ask one to the part..." Before he could finish his sentence, another growl escaped, but this one deeper and more predatorial.

"Okay, calm down princess, I wouldn’t dare, fear you’ll eat her before I could bring the poor girl to the dance floor." He laughed.

"No, no, take another she-wolf. I’ll take one of the other alphas." I threw back and watched his expression change like the flip of a coin.

"I would rip their fucking head off." Ambrose let out a deep primal and territorial growl.

I stared him down, unwilling to concede. "Take it back then"

"I was just joking." He defended.

"I don’t care, take it back." I don’t know why I was so mad, it was just a joke.

"Will you go with me to the party?" He asked instead.

"No, I’m going with someone else, sorry. I’m a guest of the Alpha King’s, so, I’ll be going with him." I said like a pompous spoiled brat.

He looked at me funny. And then just shook his head. He grabbed the top of my head and messed up my hair, "You’re ridiculous."

"I know."

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