Chapter 128: You Dare?
***Author’s Note: This Chapter is for my dedicated readers: srilatharao, SpicyReads, Printzess_B***
~THIRD PERSON POV~
"All done" Emalea said to Odette.
She looked in the mirror, and she felt sexy. Beautiful. Alive.
She was so excited her heart was nearly pounding out of her chest. Her hands were shaking from adrenaline.
She’s never done something like this. Make herself so open to vulnerability.
But for him, she’d do it.
She looked down at Phera, her beautiful white coat soothed Odette’s racing heart.
"Walk me to the room?" Odette asked.
"Wouldn’t have it any other way." Emalea smiled up at her.
They left Emalea’s room and headed toward Ambroses.
Meanwhile...
Ambrose had been showering after finishing up his meeting with the Alpha brothers. The battle with Odette, and some of Andres’ blood had him dirty. Before seeing Odette again, he wanted to shower. He promised her he wouldn’t go overboard with the young alpha, but if she saw him and the state of the other guy, Odette would definitely think it was overkill. Though compared to his previous handling for these kinds of matters, he would have gutted them, spilling their insides on the floor in front of his entire pack. But Odette made him want to be better. Less ruthless, match her calmer, calculating way, instead of his cold, cruel ways.
When he stepped out of the shower, he smelled her.
The little vixen bitch was in his room. Wearing nothing but a towel he walked out.
"Why the fuck are you in my room without my permission?" Ambrose growled.
"I just came to see you, talk to you about your guest and the visiting Alpha’s." Lady Isabella tried to sound sweet and innocent, putting on one hell of a show for him. But he saw right through it.
But thought he’d humor her. "What about them?"
"I just saw your guest sneaking out of the room of the young Alpha Andres." She spoke with smooth confidence acting like she believed every word she had to say.
He laughed internally, ’Andres is in the infirmary.’ And Odette is with Emalea. Has been all afternoon. The servants had been talking about a cute little fox in the kitchen with Emalea.
But he let her continue. He wanted to see how far she’d go.
"Is that true? You know what I do to people I catch lying to me, right?" He sneered.
He saw it, a flash of fear hit her eyes. But she quickly regained her composure.
"It is, I’d never lie to you, your highness." Her words dripped with seduction as she approached him.
She was sure Odette was gone, no one she asked had seen the white haired girl. She thought she was winning.
He smelled Odette approaching, fun and games were over. It was time for her to go. "Bring this information to Beta Damon, right now, and he will investigate. Leave." He growled.
But as he turned to walk away, expecting her to follow his order, but she didn’t she jumped on him, pulling his chest to hers, positioning herself against the wall.
It had all happened so surprisingly fast and unexpected, he wasn’t prepared.
Odette opened the door at that exact second. Walking into a scene that looked like a wet and barely covered Ambrose was sensually pinning Lady Isabella against the wall.
He felt the air shift. Something dangerous had stepped in the room with them.
Isabella was smirking, thinking she was victorious.
But Ambrose knew different.
"Fucking hell." Ambrose grumbled.
"The fuck is this shit?" Odette screamed, her voice had an echo of something old, something deeper.
Her heart felt like it shattered. Breathing felt like glass was ripping at her lungs.
She shook her head trying to erase what she saw, but the image planted itself in her brain.
The hurt. The humiliation. The jealousy. She was boiling.
Rage was surging in her. She couldn’t turn it back off. It just kept building. She was losing herself in the monster she kept looked inside.
Her eyes got dark, turning a red so deep they looked almost black.
The room started shaking, and wind was circling the room, papers and books were flying around the room.
Phera started yelping, and growling. Circling. She sensed it. The goddess inside Odette was angered.
And though Odette wasn’t ready for all the power, it was surging, nonetheless.
Phera was trying to warn them to get out before it was too late, but they weren’t understanding.
"Odette, please listen, this looks really bad, but please let me explain."
Her face jerked sharply toward him her gaze narrowed.
"You, just that mouth of yours before I silence it." Her eyes shifted from Ambrose to Isabella.
Odette blinked, and when she opened her eyes, they weren’t a dark red, they were a glowing white.
The color drained from Isabella’s face fast. She gulped. Fear gripping hold of her.
White flames erupted from her, covered her entirely. Her hair flowed in the air around her, the sheer raw force of the magic emanating from her charged the air in the room. The Air crackled with static and power. Like lightning coursing through a tornado. Her aura exploded forcing everyone in the room to drop to their knees.
Even Ambrose, the mighty Alpha King was forced to his knees by the will of her aura.
Odette reached out, the tethers of her ability reaching for Isabella, grabbing her by the throat. And dragged Isabella away from Ambrose.
Isabella clawed her own throat trying to free herself desperate for even just an ounce of air.
"And you, you are a brazen and bold bitch, Isabella. You dare touch what is mine?" Odette’s echoing voice made Isabella tremble.
The flames that covered her body, just as before, didn’t burn her.
And this time even though she felt lost to the monster, she was there, with the monster. Almost alongside it.
Except it wasn’t a monster. Odette realized.
It was a the soul of a goddess. The essence of the moon herself.
Ambrose was still on his knees unable to move. He opened the channel and called for Damon, Hector, Raven, and Ursula.
"There’s an emergency, I need you here now. Shit is going Nuclear." Ambrose said.
"Emalea already informed me. And I contacted Ravem and Ursula, we’re all on our way. What’s happening in there?" Damon was concerned.
"Isabella fucked around and is now finding out." Ambrose answered. "And Odette, she’s gone nuclear. Like literally, she’s on fire again."
A part of Ambrose wanted to come help, but whatever aura she pushed out was enough to stop even him. another part thought Isabella deserved a little reality check.
Onyx, what’s happening? Ambrose asked his wolf.
Ambrose. Onyx sounded calm but in awe.
What’s happening? Why am I stuck, how is her aura this powerful?
Ambrose. That’s... That’s... Her...
Her? Her who? Ambrose was getting anxious, from the lack of forward answers he was getting from his wolf.
She is the Daughter of Artemis.
Ambrose our mate is a goddess. A piece of our goddess, a piece of our maker.
She’s ours.
He couldn’t believe what Onyx was saying right now.
But when he looked at Odette it made sense. She was surging with uncontrollable rage and power.
Phera was pulling on her dress trying to get her attention, but it was futile. Odette was locked on Isabella. Squeezing the life out of her throat, as flames covered her body like a second.
Everyone came rushing in the door at once. They halted in their steps the minute they saw Odette glowing and burning in white fire.
Damon pulled out his phone and texted Artemasia.
Artemasia read the message and said "Shit."
She grabbed a potion, one she labeled the grenade potion, when it hits its target, the target is exposed to a loud flash and bang stunned and then knocked unconscious by the fumes.
She’d been wanting to test it out, and what better way than on an out of control goddess?
Artemasia knew it was only a matter of time before Odette figured it out and then everyone else would after, but she figured it wouldn’t have been only two days since she saw them.