I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

***Author’s Note: I’m so sorry about the inconsistent updates. I’m going on vacation tomorrow. I’m seeing STRAY KIDS LIVE. I’ve been preparing to leave, but I promise I’ll make it up to you readers soon. I’ll have time to write on the plane. And update when I get connected to Wi-Fi again.***

ODETTE’S POV:

I couldn’t believe what he was saying.

He kidnapped me. Told me he hated me. Now, I’m his mate and he’d so anything to be with me. I’m beyond conflicted at this point.

Guilt for liking another man while I’m engaged to one. For caring for the son of my family’s enemy. For liking the man that wants my family’s demise.

I loathed myself for these feelings. I loathed myself because I actually wanted the monster that took me from my home.

I wanted the man that intended to harm me. Now freed from a collar that kept me here, I had no immediate plans to escape. Even if I tried, I don’t think I could. My heart wouldn’t let me.

And now, even my soul is craving him.

The man who planned to torment me was in the bed next to me. Ready to give me the world. When everything I’ve ever known, was to hide me from the world.

"As long you swear to never put that collar back on me again. There might be a chance, maybe one day I believe you." The words came out of my mouth. And the idea of forgiving him for everything. Including kidnapping me and even killing me once. It didn’t taste fowl or fake. Just thinking it felt as normal as breathing.

"Are you a witch?" He asked me.

I couldn’t help but laugh, he knew I wasn’t. "No, what makes you ask such an impossibly absurd question?"

"Because I just met you, I spent my life planning how to make your life hell. And here I am lying in the same bed with you, feeling more peaceful and right than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m saying words, I’ve never said. Feeling things, things I’ve never felt. And the minute I truly stopped denying it. The feelings got stronger, the truth of them began to resonate." He spoke with a tenderness I didn’t know he was capable of. "How else can explain that, than say you cast a spell on me."

"You’re ridiculous" I found myself laughing.

When I looked back to him.

His eyes could suck me in and swallow me whole.

We laid together peacefully a little longer before a knock at the door interrupted us.

"Come in Damon." Ambrose yelled.

"My king, Princess Odette, pleasure seeing you look so good. You’re healing up nicely. Astrid will be in soon to check on you." He said to me.

"Thanks, Damon." I spoke informally to him, without meaning too.

"Of course, and my King, I have the list of eligible Alpha ranked wolves in the pack. There’s only 5. But it’s a small pack. That’s not bad, some larger packs have even less.

"Looking at new Alpha’s quickly. Vampires take years figuring out new clan leads." I laughed lightly. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Well, that makes sense. Vampires are old, of course they take a long time to do anything. Especially make decisions." He smirked at me.

And my reaction didn’t disappoint. I burst out laughing, because of how right he was. They took forever to make small decisions. My father had no patience, and that’s why things move smoothly now that he’s on the throne. My grandfathers older than some dirt. The accuracy was too much for me. I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard, clutching my stomach and bracing myself on the bed.

The two looked at each other and then back at me and followed in my laughter.

"You’re laugh, it’s beautiful. I’ve never heard you laugh like that." He had a big smile, a real one. Not one with a hidden agenda or devious intent. One of happiness.

It warmed my whole body from the inside out.

"You’re laughter is as beautiful as it is contagious, Ambrose is right." Damon was always the light in the room where Ambrose was the darkness. Their personalities were rather contrasting, but somehow, they made a great team. A ruthless alpha needs a kind beta to balance him.

"Your joke is accurate as it is funny. My grandfather is older than dirt and took a long time to make any decisions, and now I wonder if it was because of how old he is."

The three of us started laughing again. Tears started trickling down my cheeks from laughing so deeply.

"I’d like to visit the library here; there’s some things I’d like to pick up to read." I asked, I needed to learn more about this mate bond.

"That can be arranged." Ambrose nodded in response. He rose from the bed and walked over to the desk in the room where Damon brought the paperwork over.

"I’d like to take the little girl I saved, Genevive, I like her." I asked.

"Done." Ambrose answered quickly.

"I want to start training again. I felt sluggish last night, I could have died, I don’t like how that felt.

"What are you talking about, you were incredible, you took down several rogues all on your own, and without any abilities." Damon said with disbelief.

"Yeah, but if my dad saw how wounded I got, he’d never let me live it down. He’d train me hard for weeks because I made myself weak enough to get injured. I grew up without abilities. Fighting without them is nothing new. Not having my abilities isn’t what slowed me down. It was going so many weeks without training." I admitted the disappoint I was feeling in myself, something I hadn’t really realized I was feeling until just now.

"Are you serious? You’d get scolded for being shot." Ambrose growled. His eyes were flashing from gold to something that looked like sunshine. His wolf wanted to surface, I could sense his presence pushing forward.

"Of course, me getting shot means I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t fast enough. And to my father, that’s not enough. Landing a punch is one thing, but not dodging an arrow, that’s on me, that’s my sense’s not being sharp enough. That’s unacceptable."

I reached around instinctively and touched the slightly reddened flesh from the healed wound of the arrow the was sunk into my back.

"You were protecting a child; how can he fault you for that?" Damon sounded insulted. Like I had just slapped him.

"Those were different arrows. He’d just call me stupid, with a smile, for those ones. It was the arrow that struck me on the other side. I didn’t sense it’s presence. Having the ability to manipulate air helps significantly. But I never rely on just my abilities, so this means I’m slow because I haven’t been training."

I didn’t want to admit the powerful stir inside me, a restless energy trying to find a crack in the surface to poke through. I need to channel it. Figure it out, feel it. And I need somewhere secluded to do it.

"You really set some high expectations for yourself." Ambrose mutters.

"My father’s is higher. And sometimes, I feel like I can’t meet it." I admitted looking down at my hands.

I had to force myself to stop fidgeting.

"Let me say something you don’t hear enough, I’m impressed, and you far exceeded my expectations." Ambrose said words that broke something inside me. Cracked a wall I built.

"Princess, come here, look over them with me, lend me your ideas?" He wanted my opinion?

Damon and I both looked at Ambrose our eye bulging.

"Did you just ask someone else’s opinion?" Damon clearly couldn’t believe the sudden change in his alpha king.

"Incorrect, I’m asking hers." He glared at me and directed me to come over his way with a finger gesture.

I found my feet moving across the floor bringing me up to the desk.

The desk was simple compared to what his desk looks like back home.

Home?

Girl. Come on, you’re being stupid.

I’m over my own ridiculous thinking.

Just take it day by day and see what fate has in store for us.