Chapter 153: Odette
***Authors Note: This is basically a repeat Chapter of 12 in The Ruthless Alpha. From a third person perspective, if you have already read it, skip it.
ODETTE’S POV:
She’d spent the last three days alone in the dim lit cell. No food, no visitors. Nothing, but the company of a small mouse that would it’s time with me. She named the mouse Jerry, from the old cartoon. She had this secret guilty pleasure of watching black and white movies and old cartoons. She’s seen all the classic’s and not just the horror, no, she’d seen the romances, the westerns, the gangsters, and even old documentaries. Her favorites were the ones on vampires and werewolves. She loved laughing at all the incorrect superstitions.
Thinking about the things she missed and couldn’t wait to have again. It was the only thing keeping her sane in my time of solitude. Having something to hold on too. She knew her family, especially her father, would come for her. He’d tear the world apart to find her a new one. And so would my mammy, Lilith was a force to be reckoned with. She was powerful and a demented. She remembered the story her Uncle Oliver told her of her Violet’s birthday party, when she found out about Uncle Riley’s mistreatment of her mother, she stripped him naked and broke a bone for every time he had hurt Violet, she broke over 40 bones that day in front of the entirety of Vampire society. They watched as she broke her own grandson into shattered pieces. As ruthless as her father was, he couldn’t hold a candle to the Queen of the Damned.
They would find her and she would get her revenge. She will tear Raven to pieces. She will break all of her stupid little fingers. Gouge out her eyes for seeing her so weak, rip out her tongue for mocking her.
Damn, she was hangry, my thoughts stood staggered on violence. It’s been too long since she last fed. I felt so weak, like she would whether away.
Jerry was curled up with her on the mat Beta Damon had brought me. She hasn’t seen him since that day.
Lost in thought, stroking the small mouse she hadn’t noticed the footsteps that echoed through the halls growing louder with each step, it wasn’t until the mouse scurried away, the door to her cell block opened and strong steady footsteps approached her.
It was her kidnapper. She recognized his smell and the sounds of his footsteps.
Why was he so beautiful? It was truly unfair. Every time she felt his presence, she wanted more. Which made no sense, he’d taken her against her will. She truly despised him, but yet, she couldn’t deny his good look, if he weren’t such a scum bag and a dog no less, she could even find myself being attracted to him.
What the hell was she thinking? She had Kalvin, and Kalvin has my whole heart, she must be experiencing Stockholm Syndrome. That had to be the reason. She’s been denied access to people; her desperation must be making her mind play tricks on her.