I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala.

The Vampires came in the dead of the night, they were out for blood. Slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended, only one royal wolf remained alive: young Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow:

Blood for blood.

Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette.

Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy.

Ambrose doesn’t want her ransom. He wants her broken.

Captured. Claimed. Kidnapped.

The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing.

What happens when the truth is darker than either of them imagined?

Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden.

Can a love born of vengeance?



Ex:



I started the shower and then looked to her and ordered her “Take off your clothes.”

She almost snapped her neck with how quickly she turned her head to face me. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Princess.”

She looked at me dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe I was asking her to do this. The sheer audacity of me.

She’s rich. Ha.

“No, absolutely not.” She narrowed her eyes at me and lifted her lip a little, showing part of her fang. It was a warning glare.

“I’m not a patient man. Strip or I will strip you of your clothes.” As I spoke those words, a sense of thrill shot through me. He’s seen plenty of women naked. But his enemy’s daughter. Stripping her of her dignity, forcing her to humiliate herself.

My wolf purred inside.

“I will not.” Odette stood firm in her stance.

“I will only tolerate so much disobedience.” I growled at her, I moved quickly, closing the distance between us in an instance.

I grabbed her sleeve and tore it off her. She jerked back covering her arm with her hand. I moved closer to her. Ripping off another shred of her dress.

She screamed “Stop it. Don’t touch me. Dog.” She napped.

I snarled “Call me a dog one more time princess and see how I punish you.”

“D.O.G. DOG” She said firm and slow.

That was the last straw for me. I shoved her into the bathroom mirror, cracking the glass. Odette winced and moaned from the pain. But refused to break.

I grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it off her body. Exposing her soft, flawless, milky white flesh. She scrambled trying to cover herself and limit the exposure of her undergarments. But there weren’t enough hands to cover her curves.

“You’re a bastard.” Odette bit out at him.

“I’m not actually, I am the Alpha King, the strongest and most powerful Alpha there’s ever been.” I was getting tired of the disrespect.

“Keep feeding that ego of yours, maybe one day it’ll be a reality.” She hissed back.

I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. She thrashed and squirmed in my grip. But I held firm.

Getting in close I whisper in her ear “Watch your little whore mouth. Before I shove something in it to keep it busy.”

She shuddered. With one hand holding her, I used my free hand to rip the bra off her chest. Exposing her breasts.