ODETTE'S POV:
The kitchen was in an awkward silence before Hector reminded me "You can't do laundry, your place is as the personal slave of our alpha, only he can grant you the privilege of doing other tasks."
"Hector, did you just call chores, a privilege? Really?" A frowned perching my lips, I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow like I was calling into question his sanity.
Instantly the blue haired girl burst out in laughter. Jenna the blonde followed. Emalea covered her mouth and chuckled.
Hector frowned and looked around, but before he could open his mouth, I jumped in "I'm just kidding Hector, I'm know there are people in this world that would love to have sheets to wash."
I might be a princess, but I wasn't so sheltered to think the world was perfect, I've seen some terrible places with my mother, when we'd go to the low born areas and bring them materials and funds and foods. It was probably the only time I was friendly, well, friendly for me anyways. I liked them because they were genuine. They didn't have a hidden agenda or some self-absorbed ulterior motive, they were just grateful. I didn't look down on them and maybe that's why the low born children always flocked to me when I visited with my mother, or it was the candy I brought with me. Either way. I wasn't as pretentious as they wanted me to be.
The room looked stunned; did they really think me heartless. Their ones to talk, considering it was them that broke the truce and kidnapped and assaulted my mother while she was pregnant with me. My father did what he had to against rabid animals that tried to steal my mother.
Remembering my father's stories, and seeing her after a nightmare, I felt my blood simmer. I couldn't let them smell my anger, so I forced it to quickly dissipate.
"I didn't expect that response." Hector said giving me a questionable look.
"What did you expect?" I asked acting insulted.
"Definitely not THAT." He chuckled.
"Well, you might find I'm full of surprises." I joked.
A deep rugged growl and harsh voice came from behind me. A dark aura surrounded me, a cold chill creeped down my spine. I knew instantly who it was.
Alpha King Ambrose. My captor.
"What the hell is this? Why are you here with my other servants and not in my office where I told Hector to bring you." He sharply asked.
"I was just getting breakfast and eating, I was told to come to you after breakfast. Am I late or are you just impatient." I scoffed.
"Mind your tongue, princess. Or pay for it in my room later." He paused and changing his tone, "On second thought, keep it up, I'm looking forward to punishing you in my room."
His words made me shiver, I knew what he was insinuating something humiliating, exposing me in some way. But I couldn't let him see my hesitation.
"You mind yours and don't worry about mine." Slipped out before I could stop myself.
In a blink he was directly behind me, I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, he took my neck in his grip pressing an elongated claw pricking me just enough for a drop of blood to appear.
I froze in place, his smell was intoxicating, but his presence was repressive and suffocating. I couldn't pinpoint what I was feeling, but it was new and unsettling.
He whispered quietly in my ear "Every part of you now belongs to me, every part of your body is my business, especially that venomous tongue you have." His voice was seductive and sexy, but his words made all my hair stand up.
The other shifters in the room just starred, I knew they heard I could feel a strong sense of animosity coming from that girl Tersea.
As if I didn't already have my hands full with him and Raven, now I have to add that bitch.
"Now stand up, I will accompany you while you fetch your uniform." Releasing my neck, he looked my body up and down; I could already feel his mind undressing me. I didn't need telepathy to see what was going on in his perverted perfect head.
Perfect? Oh, goddess help me, I'm delusional.
I scoff and reluctantly stand up. Leaving my grace at the table I drag myself away from the only normal moment I've had since being kidnapped.
AMBROSE'S POV:
I sent Hector to fetch her with breakfast a while ago, where the hell are they?
Ambrose, go find her.
Why? Hector will bring her soon.
Because I can't smell her in our room anymore. Her scent is gone, she needs to put it back.
You're acting foolish over the smell of a monster's daughter.
You crave her scent too; this isn't one-sided, your just too much of a pussy to admit you like her smell.
Don't go there, Onyx, she's our pet.
And? I like how our pet smells, now go get our pet, or I'll take over and get her myself.
Don't you fucking dare, I swear to the goddess, Onyx, I'll drink wolfbane and make you whimper in silence.
And leave yourself vulnerable with a vampire that wants kill you as soon as she gets the chance. By all means, but you wouldn't dare.
He was right I wouldn't, especially not with having the daughter of our enemy in my company.
I sigh and leave for the kitchen, the closer I got to the kitchen, the stronger her scent was. Onyx was pacing in my mind like and impatient puppy waiting for its mother's milk. I was also feeling a bit crazed by her smell. I found my legs picking up the pace. She was surrounded by people. I could smell a second man.
Turning the corner, I put a face to the smell.
Ezra. If he wasn't such a good tracker I wouldn't keep that bastard around.
I don't want him around my pet. My wolf growled possessively.
That is something you and I both agree on.
I can't explain why seeing her with my people being so casual angered me, but it did. She was relaxed with them. I didn't like it. I really didn't like how Ezra was eyeing my princess.
Our princess, Ambrose…
Did my wolf just growl at me? Over a technicality?
What the hell, Onyx? Are you serious, right now?
Deadly…
We share a mind and body.
No, you share a human body, I have my own body and mind. I am an ancient beast, you're lucky my goddess picked you as my host in this life.
Whatever, Onyx. Let's focus on getting our woman.
Our woman, yeah?
Fuck.
Drop it.
"What the hell is this? Shouldn't you be on your way to my room?" I snarled at Odette walking up behind her. I never took my eyes off Ezra.
His face makes me want to rip it off.
Same.
"What? I was just getting breakfast. I'm not late, you're just impatient." She dared to contradict me?
That smug look on Ezra's face was pissing me up.
"Watch that tongue of yours, unless you want me to teach you better things to do with it." I heard breath hitch and her I sensed a change in her with that comment.
"I'll mind my tongue, you don't need to worry about it, mind your own." She scoffed at me.
This girl, she really knows how to keep me entertained. Let's step it up a notch.
I moved quickly to being directly behind her, grab her neck with my claw before I bend down and seductively whisper in her ear, just loud enough I know Ezra can hear.
"You belong to me, your entire being is mine, so that venomous tongue of yours? It's mine too."
I could feel her getting nervous, it excited me. Being so close to her neck the smell of strawberries buried my nose, infiltrating my sinuses. She smelled delicious. If this is how blood smells to vampires, I can see why they drink.
Bite her.
What the fuck?
Bite her.
No, do you want to mark her Onyx.
No but I want Ezra to know she's mine, and I want to taste her skin. You think she tastes like strawberries?
You're joking, right?
No.
I ignore his ridiculous request and while glaring at Ezra, I tell her to get up we're leaving. She reluctantly moved from her seat and followed me. I didn't like her slow pace, so I grab her hand drag her out of the kitchen.
"So, you like hanging with other men? Huh. You prefer their company to mine?" I snapped, I don't know why I'm so mad. The hell is wrong with me?
"Ow, you're hurting my wrist, let go of me." She yelled, but I didn't let go I just kept dragging her until we reached the stairs. Pulling her up at this pace, I made her stumble.
"Come on, you call yourself a warrior? Quit dragging your feet and keep up." I barked at her.
"I would if you let go of my wrist and let my find my damn footing, I wasn't planning on running away. You don't have to restrain me." She barked back.
"Don't bark at me when I just caught you with two other men." I snarled at her.
"What are you even talking about? What men?" She jerked back, forcing me to stop. She was pretty strong, if I was human, that could have ripped my arm out of it's socket.
I couldn't help but scoff, "the men in the kitchen, do you think I'm dumb? You belong to me."
She yelled back at me loudly; "I don't belong to anyone! And what, are you jealous?"
I don't know what came over me but something in me snapped.
I shoved her into the wall and grabbed her by her both wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand and I grab her jaw with the other, holding it firmly so her eyes could meet mine.
Her red eyes burned through me like fire. Looking into her eyes was like looking into roaring forest fire, threatening to consume me with its flames.
Onyx started roaring in mind, making it hard to think straight. But then I felt him rip through the surface. I could feel him taking over me.
My eyes glowed a bright gold, like they do when I shift, I could see them in the reflection of her eyes.
I heard my wolf speak with my voice, making it sound like there were two voices speaking as one.
"I said you belong to me, understand that no other man is ever allowed to touch you, again, I will carve out the eyes of any man who so much as looks at you in a way I don't like. I don't care who they are and if you ever touch another man I will rip your hand from your arm. You belong only to me."
I saw the horror in her eyes. I could taste her fear. It made the strawberry scent of hers, smell rotted. And it actually pained my heart. I don't know why I felt that way.
Onyx, you go too far.
And just like that relinquished control, giving it back to me. And we walked his way into the back of mind, but I heard him mumble something like
'nothing is too far for her'
I wanted to break her, seeing her cower beneath me should excite me, but it didn't. It did the opposite, it hurt me. I hated her, with every fiber of my being I hated her. But something about how she looked at me, like the monster that stalked her nightmares. It snapped something.
I dropped her arms and watched is she melted into the floor holding herself. She refused to cry though, not a single tear slipped down her cheek.