CHAPTER 116: A NAUGHTY PRINCESS

~AMBROSE’S POV~

"How are you going to tell her about you having a the daughter of her brother’s killer living under your roof?" Damon asked.

Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I could tell Damon read my mind. "Worry not, I have a plan." He grinned.

"What’s the plan, genius?"

"Tell her the truth." Damon smiled like it was obvious and easy.

It wasn’t. It never was.

"Oh, yeah, the truth." I shot him a look reminding him to keep his mouth shut only a few people know Odette is his fated mate and he’s not ready to deal with all the drama and complaints. Not when he had rogues and vampires breathing down his neck.

"No really, I’ll go with, she has a soft spot for me, remember that. I am her brother, after all." He reassured.

Hectors face looked like it was in a daze. All this new information. I should promote him, give him something for his loyalty and silence.

"You know what, let’s give it a go. What’s the worst that can happen? My vampire girlfriend killing someone whose like my sister or vice versa." I ran my hand through my hair in frustration.

"Hey, that would be an interesting altercation." Damon leaned back comfortably and unfazed.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yeah. As long as they both come out alive, I’d love to see two rare baddies go at it. You telling me you don’t?" He chuckled raising an eyebrow.

Normally I would, but the idea of Odette getting hurt, scared me. Made something in my chest snap. I know how difficult it is to battle with Esmerelda and I’m sure with rogues, she’s only gotten more deadly and skilled.

"No." I said flatly glaring at Damon with a sharp threatening look.

Damon gulped, getting the hint.

"Okay, okay," He threw his hands up in surrender before readjusting his position on the couch.

An awkward silence hung heavy in the air.

Damon cleared his throat and cue I said "Meeting is over, I have somewhere I need to be."

I scooted from my desk and left the room, the two of them following behind.

"Are you going to see a certain princess in your bedroom?"

Damon teased inside our private channel.

"You want to get beat up in this hall?" I said sharply.

"That would take time away from seeing your pretty princess." He teased more, and before I could reach him and show him differently, he side stepped and jumped back and took off running. I had half a mind to chase him, but instead I kept my track heading to my room.

To Odette.

My naughty little princess.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I was mad, but I was excited more than that.

She would be punished for being too close to another man.

When I arrived at my room, throwing the doors open she jumped in one of chairs, spilling a bowl of popcorn all over herself and the floor, she had been absently flipping through the streaming channel movie options when I busted in on her and startled her.

"Ugh! Are you freaking kidding me right now?" She yelled

I laughed hysterically at the sight that was unfolding in front of me.

As she was bending over to clean up the popcorn she dropped, she bumped the side table knocking her glass of chocolate milk over sending it crashing to the floor, drops of a creamy brown splattered everywhere.

She slammed her foot down, clenching her fists so tightly her knuckles were turning white. She looked way madder than she should for food just spilling over.

"Stop screaming, don’t cry over spilled milk, we’ll get it cleaned up and get you some more." I was trying to put out the laughter that was burning in my chest.

All the excitement for punishing her dissolved and replaced it with wanting to mess with her more. Piss her off and annoy her.

"I’m not, that just pushed me over the edge." She turned her head sharply at me, narrowing her eyes and practically murdering me in her mind she yelled. "What having IsAbeLLa in the room so distracting, you’d let some lowly alpha hit on me. What you’d let your little girlfriend sell me off in front of you? Mate?" She popped off letting it all out.

"Are you serious right now?" I asked with a smirk on my face, the one I know annoyed her.

She was jealous.

Adorable.

"Yes, and I’ll destroy her before I kill you." She snapped. And in this moment, I could feel the heat in her voice. She spoke with absolute certainty; she’d kill Isabella if she ever tried something.

"I see that alpha again, I’ll humiliate him the way he did me tonight. And you! You literally threw me to the wolves and left me there! You can sleep alone tonight. I’ll sleep in the chair. Or better yet, go sleep in Bitcherilla’s bed, I know she’s desperate for your company." She was fuming, her eyes flashing different shades of red.

When she threatened me sleeping alone, that’s when my anger returned.

"And what about you? Getting up so close and being so intimate with that alpha? You can do that but I can’t?" I yelled back storming up to her.

She held firm, even as I appeared in a blink in front of her. She didn’t even flinch. Her conviction didn’t waver, not even a second. She stood her ground. It pissed me off and excited me, both at the same time.

"I told him off and humiliated him, while you just sat there saying nothing, doing nothing." She screamed in my face, her face turning red from the heat she felt. "Some mate you are, letting some bitch sell her off right in front of you."

Telling me I’m a bad mate pissed me off. My smirk dropped and I glared at her. Onyx howling at me to stop in the back of my mind. I bumped my body into hers, shoving her with my chest, pushing her back against the wall. I trap her between my arms, cornering her in. She hissed and growled at me. I growled back.

"Back Off." She growled low. The scent of strawberries flooded the room.

She was aroused.

"No, you stand down and submit." I growled back. Her desire mirroring my own.

She’s a princess, but I’m the Alpha King, she is mine to command to bend, and to brake.

Onyx growled at me, but I pushed him even further back.

"Fuck you." She yelled slapping me.

My adrenaline spiked and I was losing control. Anger and something else was simmering in the pit of my stomach. Desire.

"Keep talking to me like that and I’m going to throw you on that bed, tie you up and fuck you until you scream." I growled low, something primal deep stirred in me, a need to dominate to possess, to own her.

She was mine.