ODETTE'S POV:
When I saw his eyes change from that beautiful amber gold to a blinding color of the sun. It was like all the air around me had sucked out, I couldn't breathe.
A dark ancient aura rose from deep inside the alpha king. Something old and powerful. It was enough to make my blood run cold.
But it was the voice that made me cower.
I've never in my life felt more afraid than when I stared back into those golden suns that made shadows dance on his face.
The voice was primal and dominant. It commanded the attention of every speck of dust in the hall.
This alpha king wasn't just strong, he was powerful. His wolf was old. I could sense it. The way I could sense the old magic on my mammy.
And even though I was absolutely petrified starring into the eyes of this beast. I felt drawn to it, like something in me recognized it.
And that is what terrified me the most. How drawn I felt. I should have been afraid of the beast, but I wasn't. I was afraid of how I felt about it.
Once he let me go, I couldn't help but to drop to the floor. This was all so confusing. What was that? What about Kal? My head was spinning, the world was moving too fast, I felt dizzy and sick. Like my breakfast was threatening to come up for a second tasting party.
I found myself hyperventilating. Was the recognition really so strong it almost made me faint?
My heart was thundering against my ribs. I swear everyone in the palace could hear its beating.
"Get up," he said to me extending his hand. His tone was one of in difference, but his face, it said something else, I couldn't really place it, but it said something different than his voice.
I frown and swat his hand away. "I can get up myself. I don't need your help."
"Whatever." He said, surprisingly though he waited for me to stand. He didn't leave and yell at me to keep up.
Arriving to my room he follows me inside.
"Are really doing this again?" I ask annoyed we were probably doing this again.
"Yep. I want to watch. Get naked and change into the dress." He said casually as if it was just another Tuesday, and humiliating a girl was a part of his weekly schedule.
"Turn around." I said trying to find a middle ground.
"No, if I turn around, then how can I watch? Where's the fun in that?" He smirked. His stare was lustful and devious. I'm starting to really hate that smirk.
"Anyone ever tell you; you have a really punchable face?" I couldn't help but mock him.
"No, no one would dare." He chuckled.
"Well, I just did." I sneered
Quickly, I turn around and pull my top over my head.
And when I open my eyes I Alpha King Ambrose stood in front of me.
My breath hitched. Seeing how he moved so quickly was unreal. And his scent. Oh, goddess his scent, how could anyone smell so good.
I could bite him.
Wait. What? What am I even thinking? Even my brain betrays me.
"Need help with that bra, princess?" His words snapped me out of it and it made me realize I hadn't tried to cover myself up. Why are his words making my hear race?
"No, don't touch me." I try to push back but he grabbed my wrist and jerked me back to him. His scent engulfed me. His body burned me. I couldn't breathe with his oppressive aura. My chest pressed to abdomen and then I felt a wetness between my legs.
My body is betraying me, seriously right now with this close he can definitely smell my arousal.
He slowly dragged his hand up my back. Goosebumps rose up my legs and down my arms. A wave of heat rolled down my back with his oddly gentle touch. Reaching my bra, he quickly unclipped it. Our bodies touching was the only thing keeping bra on, and I just stood there.
Like an idiot I stood there, my breath stuck in my throat, my core aching, my skin felt so sensitive.
I hear take a deep inhale. "Mmm… You smell like sweet strawberries."
When he spoke, he snapped me out of my daze, so I pushed off him. Covering my breast.
"Don't touch me. I've got a fiancé." I shouted.
Something snapped because he sped up to me and grabbed my hair from the back, jerking my head up ward. His eyes commanded me to look into them, the glow threatening and yet beautiful, Making me want to reach out and almost touch the light. It was like he was an anglerfish, and I was his prey, hypnotized by his light.
Bit down on my bottom lip from the pain, holding back a yelp. It felt like my scalp was tearing.
"You are not to speak of that weak human again. You areMINE. You better learn quick who your owner is. I will never let you go, MINE."
There it was again, that voice. It was like the man in front of me was gone and this familiar beast came to the surface to claim me.
"Let me go." I growled firmly. My hand gripping his wrist. I started to feed. Pulling in his anger I could see him loosen up and calm down The raging glow in his eyes relaxed. Then he suddenly released my hair. But I kept my grip firm. His energy was strong, I felt so much better, the throb in my head was gone and my anxiety relaxed.
"What did you do?" He asked with a questioning expression.
"I fed from you, and when I feed, my food relaxes and often finds sleep. You're strong the fact I fed so much and yet you're still standing." I scoffed.
"You fed from me and that calmed my wolf?" He looked really confused but that only lasted a second. "Get dressed. You're moving in with me."
"I am not are you insane? I'm not sleeping in a man's room. What do I look like a slut?" I can't believe him!
"I heard your mother is and there's a saying. Like mother, like dau…" He couldn't finish his sentence before I slapped him across the face.
"Don't you ever speak ill of my mother. Especially not after what the dogs in one of your pack did to her!" I was a roaring fire inside. If I could kill him, I would. Steam was practically rising from my head; I was so heated.
He stood in shock, his eyes glaring daggers at me at me. And that's when I realized.
I fucked up.