I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 22: No! Don’t touch me!

ODETTE'S POV:

"Yeah, I don't know about that, I don't think I'm the right person to help you." I said sharply.

"I think you the exact person I need for this job. In fact, I don't think anyone can do it better." He insisted.

"I need to go, I've got places to be and people to see, so if you'll excuse me. I tried to sidestep around him, but his reflexes were quick.

"Slow down, what's the hurry?" He was starting to make me really uncomfortable.

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"Whatever it is I can't help you. Now move before I get mad." I snapped.

"No can do, princess." He stepped closer forcing me to take a step back to keep the distance between us.

"I said move, or else."

He shoved me backwards into the wall, so I lunged for him and swiped my nails across his face.

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch. You'll pay for that." He suddenly grabbed me by my throat throwing me across the bedroom on to the bed.

I flipped up off my back, but he was to quick midair he slammed his elbow into my stomach forcing me back down. He climbed on top of me grabbing me by wrists with one hand. I thrashed underneath him, moving violently, trying to throw him off me.

"Feisty, just how I like them. The ones with no fight are no fun." He snicked in my ear.

"Touch me and you fucking die." I snarled.

He proceeded to lick the side of my face. Uncovering my shawl.

"Don't touch me you fucking dog." I yelled.

He just chuckled before sliding his hand inside my dress and groping my breast hard.

"Wow, these are so nice and perky." He jiggled my breast in his hand. Pulling it out from the thin strap he put his mouth around my tip and began sucking on it.

My heart was pounding out of my chest, bile threatened to rise again as my stomach turned upside down. My head was almost spinning it all. I was struggling to get my bearings. He licked and flicked his tongue over my tip, his dick hardening in his pants. If I had my ability I could choke him to death, but this stupid fucking collar blocking my magic and shocking me when I try and use it.

He let go of my one breast and moved to the other. The cold air only infuriated my warm wet skin.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. "No, stop, don't touch me." I trashed harder finally, I was finally able to get enough space between him and I, I brought my knee up slamming it into his groined. He yelped and released my wrists and rolled over holding his jewels.

I jumped from the bed, not even bothering with grabbing Emalea's shawl. And rush to the door almost ripping it off the hinges when I opened it, I ran out as fast as I could. I escape from the corridors and finally make it the Alpha Kings wing. I make a break for my bedroom, I hadn't bothered looking back, it would slow me down, and I'll be damned if I let him catch me again, and finish what he started.

When I get to the door, I open it up and lock it quickly behind me. I lean against the door, my heart was pounding, I couldn't catch my breathe. I couldn't focus my thoughts.

I was almost raped. Oh, my fucking goddess I was attacked. Tears started streaming down my cheeks, I don't even remember when I started to cry, but the tears just kept coming. I tried to wipe them from my eyes, but they wouldn't stop leaking.

I curled up on the bed and tucked my knees to my chest, holding myself close.

"I miss my mommy." I whimpered.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I finally woke up, it was nighttime. There was a loud banging on the door. "Princess, are you in there?"

I couldn't find my words, I couldn't speak. I was still mute from fear. I found myself trembling and my face was sticky from salt and sweat.

"Move aside, let me through." I heard a deep familiar voice.

"Yes, my alpha." Another voice responded.

I heard the lock to the door juggle before the light of it opening appeared on the wall in front of me. I still couldn't move I was paralyzed.

"What are you doing lying in bed in the dark, do you know how long I've been looking for you?" He growled at me.

But I still couldn't, I was trapped, a prisoner held in my own body.

"Why aren't you answering?" His voice was angry but had an undertone of concern.

When he got close enough, he must have seen me trembling under the blanket and me curled up in a ball, because his movements and tone changed completely.

"Hey, hey what's going on why are you shaking?" He sat next to me on the bed and reached out to touch me, but when he did, I flinched. It was instinctual.

"Odette?"

Did he just say my name?

"Hey, come on, talk to me, what's going on why are you being like this?" His concern was genuine.

But even still I remained silent. If I told him, would he believe me? Would he even care? I'm his prisoner, his slave, he should be happy I'm feeling like this. That I'm in this condition. Why is he pretending to care? I don't need his pity; it was his dog that did this to me. He's just playing with me. Toying with me. Wanting me to trust him just for him to break me.

"Come here." He began to pick me up, and I wanted to fight him off, push him away, but his touch, it was oddly reassuring, comforting even. He smelled like safety right now, I can't even explain it. But I let him pick me up. I let him carry me to his room and I let him hold me. We were together in silence.