I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

ODETTE’S POV:

I couldn’t believe what he was doing for me. I was his prisoner, his revenge, but he emptied out an entire store and theater for us to be alone.

Artemis in a Jimmy Johns what is going on in his head?

He’s hot. He’s cold. He’s death. He’s safety.

"You like your popcorn with extra butter, right?" He asked me causally at the cashier counter.

Here was a ruthless alpha king who not just hours ago, murdered a man in cold blood in broad daylight.

And here he is asking if I want extra fucking butter?

"Yeah, Let’s be honest it’s the only way to eat theater popcorn. Drenched in a layer of trans fat." I laughed. Kalvin always gave me shit about my diet. He would say I needed to stay fit to stay at the top of my class. He was like my dad in the way he’d encourage me. But it would get on my nerves sometimes.

But here was a man offering all the butter in the world.

"No kidding." He laughed a little. And not the kind of hollow chuckle I usually got. No, this was real.

I couldn’t help it, a small smile sat in the corner trying to hide in the creases of my practiced scowl.

Sitting in the quiet empty theater, it was blissful. The screen was massive, and theater was incredible. Red velvet seats that recline a side table and cup holders. A footrest and even a complementary blanket.

Once the movie started a wave of familiarity and home washed over me.

He had no idea what this little gesture has done for me. How much relief and happiness I feel dancing giddily inside me. Like a child on Christmas morning.

I couldn’t help but fall into my usual routine.

"Don’t you just love how the made Jonathon Harker a clueless idiot and keeps little Nosferatu feed from him. Like how stupid cab someone be?"

"Look how bad they depict vampire teeth! Ugh and that gross ghostly pale skin, that is not how our skin looks, we come in all colors."

"I don’t know you both look to have the same tint of white for skin." He mocked me sarcastically, a hint of mischievous childlike glee sparkled in his eyes. Daring me to play along.

"You dare insult my perfect milky skin?"

"You’re right your skin is perfect." His once playful tone sounded softer holding something more in its meaning.

It made my heart pause.

He leaned his head to the side and stared at me with those golden dancing orbs of light. Ones that brought warmth and sunshine to the dark night that plagues me.

My breath hitched.

Even in the dark, he was still so dangerously beautiful.

"You’re keep giving me whiplash" I whisper for no reason at all, he could still hear me.

"One minute your hot, the next your cold. It’s like I’m walking on eggshells; I can’t figure out what’s going on in your head. What’s your game?"

"You. You’re my end game." He gave a devious smirk.

"Me? what does that even mean?" I sat up in my once reclined seat "You have me, I’m literally collared to you. Like a chained dog."

"It’s not enough. My plans for revenge have changed since having you in my possession." His smile turned deadly "I don’t want to break you anymore, I told you, you belong to me. ALL of you. But for me to have your heart, I have to make you fall in love with me."

The word love rolled off his tongue in a way that gave me chills, like somehow, he could taint the concept itself with his mouth.

Yet even still, it was a silent challenge, daring me to risk it all and prove him wrong. But... I didn’t want to prove him wrong. Something about the way he was looking at me, like he saw me, he saw every dark thread that had been weaved into my hear. I felt naked under his intense gaze.

"I’ll never a man who keeps me locked in a cage." The words tasted like ash in my mouth. I could feel those words turning into a lie. Something drew me to his darkness. It ensnared me like a rabbit in a trap. And I had half a mind to fuck around and find out.

"You say that, but maybe I’ll let the little rabbit it from its cage if it’s good and promises to never ever leave." He winked at me.

And it made my stupid heart skip a beat.

"So, you’d free me if I willing give you all of me? Sounds like I’d trade my old cage for a new cage, not freedom."

"Depends how you look at it." His voice so casual like giving up freedom could be looked at any differently.

"Why do you speak in riddles?"

"Keeps me mysterious." He was so nonchalant about his charisma when he wanted to be.

"What do you like about me that you want me to love you so badly?" I couldn’t wait to hear his response probably something about my enchanting beauty or my incredible power as a woman.

"You are chaos dressed in the night sky. Fire wrapped in a blanket of snow. And I’ve never wanted to feel a burn so badly." He made it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like it was written in the stars.

I’ve never heard myself described like that. It was... beautiful.

It was like he saw the monster behind the mask and embraced it.

No one was like that with me. No one told me what happened in my black outs.

Even with Kalvin, I could see him flinch when I’d get too angry. Ever since my birthday. He pledged he’d love me forever and stand by myside. That no matter what he wouldn’t abandon me. But even with all the love he had in his eyes for me, there was always a tiny shrivel of fear that sat in the back waiting for the spark.

Monster. The word always struck a nerve. Being the daughter of a monster. I could live with that, but people seeing the monster that hides under my skin. That was something I never wanted anyone to know.

A secret that I hoped would die with me.

But here is this, this man, daring to love the monster.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, he stopped me from speaking.

His lips silenced me.

His kiss was desperate, controlled, and deliberate. I felt him melting the walls around my heart. Shattering it brick by brick. Breaking through my defenses like a wrecking ball.

I opened my mouth only a little to breathe, and he took the opportunity to claim my mouth entirely. His tongue slithered in the gap and consumed my air like it was his to own.

I couldn’t stop myself. Or maybe I didn’t want too. But I gave in. I let him have all of me. I drove my hands behind his neck gripping the back of his head. Diving in the moment, matching his passion.

We lost ourselves in that theater. His hands running through my hair gripping it he pulls my head back gently, licking my neck.

A moan escaped my mouth, one I didn’t bother holding in. I couldn’t be bothered. I was lost in his touch. It was positively sinful. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

He bit down softly at first, sucking on my neck. I held his head firmly in place offering myself up like desert.

My skin felt electric. Like every nerve on my skin was firing missiles.

I found myself whimpering under his nibbles and kisses. My body shook and a pit in my inside me opened again.

Gosh, I’m stupid. I’m so, so, so, stupid.

I could feel him pausing. Hesitation? No. something more. Control. He was controlling himself.

I don’t know if I was disappointed or grateful, but I took this time to remove my hands from his head and place them on his chest, gently pushing him away from me.

I needed air. I needed to think. I needed to breathe. And for me to get all of that. I needed space.

My thoughts were scattered and in shambles. I was overwhelmed and overstimulated. I was so conflicted, so torn, and so confused. Nothing was making any sense. I couldn’t think my heart was beating too fast. Everything was happening too fast.

That’s when I felt his finger touch my cheek. Instinctively I flinched. I didn’t notice my cheeks were wet.

Was I crying? Why am I crying? I look down touching my cheek and sure info tears were there.

I was stunned.

What is going on with me?

"My kissing is so good it makes you cry? I’m honored." He was smirking, joking with me, trying to make things better.

I snorted and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"No, it was just so bad it tears unknowingly burst from my eyes." I gave one half heart laugh.

He laughed, "Guess I’ll have to try again later, redeem myself."

My hearted started pounding again. Fuck me man.

I couldn’t give that a response, so I just changed the subject. "Why are we traveling to the ColdMoon Pack?"

He was no idiot he knew I was creating a diversion, but didn’t keep pushing, he let it slide. Which was really unlike him.

"They’re having rogue problems. I’m going to see for myself the conditions the pack and surrounding areas are in. Something tells me I’m being lied to about the severity of it all, so a surprise visit to the countryside is necessary." He answered without much hesitation.

"You’re being unusual... You never give me answers to questions I ask directly. Why now?" I was definitely skeptical of his honesty.

"I’m letting your distraction work, should I stop?" and there was that stupid smirk of his. The one he noticed got under my skin.

I rolled my eyes; I didn’t expect him to call me out for it.

The lights in the theater turned on, the movie was over.

Did we kiss through half of the entire movie? Nooo... I’ve been missing my before bed horror movies...

"We should return now; we won’t have long before we leave." He stood up giving me his hand. This time. I take it.