CHAPTER 104: UTTERLY DESTROYED

~THIRD PERSON POV~

"Why don’t you go help her?" Emalea said in their channel.

"Do you wish me dead? She’d kill me and that man for stepping in, I feel bad for the man. By the looks of it. she’s pissed. That’s not a crossfire any of us want to be caught in, that I can promise you." Ambrose tells Emalea.

At first, she couldn’t understand what he meant. How coud he not want to go and help her? She knew how he felt, Emalea could see the way he looked at her, and how he acted with and around her.

Her Alpha King was different. He was better.

And then Emalea remembered what she did to that pervert Ezra.

How she burned him with fire that burned white.

And she understood why Ambrose hung back.

The air around Odette pulsed with power. The man cowered at her feet, whimpering and sniveling pleading with her.

Onyx’s eyes glazed over the room; the little fox was sitting back calm and indifferent to the scene unfolding before it.

This was definitely no normal fox. Onyx was confident about that now. A normal animal would be scared, would run. Not sit with all the patience of a wise old monk.

Onyx and the fox both noticed movement in the back of the store. And people started to surround them.

Onyx growled a low warning growl, but before he could react. Power surged through Odette, stilling the room. Alarms rang for both Ambrose and Onyx.

Her eyes burned a shade of red he’s never seen. Her eyes looked like roaring hell fire flickering in violent waves. Her hair flowed around her, moving with the tethers of magic that flowed in the air. Raw power radiated from her, like she owned the world.

She rose her hand and the man on the floor rose, his chin held high. A handprint formed around his esophagus. He choked and scratched at the air, trying to get a grip, but there was nothing to grab. Just empty space. His mind struggled to understand what was happening. He didn’t know much about vampires.

"I told you what would happen if you dared hurt her, you were prepared for a wolf, but not for a vampire, not a princess of darkness. Not me." She growled defiance and confidence carried her voice.

The man couldn’t speak. And the rest of the men approaching, guns aimed on directly her.

"None of you were. You thought you could just take two innocent girls and get away with it? Over my dead body." She growled; hatred dripped from her voice like saliva from a dog.

And just like that she used her other hand to pick up the blade and she ran it through the underneath of his jaw and ripped it out.

The man dropped to the floor limp and gurgling on his own blood.

The light from his eyes drained, leaving nothing but a murky look behind.

The smell of iron and fear filled the room, and she grinned.

Ambrose noticed. And smiled.

’Let the games begin’ he thought to himself.

The first shot was fired, and she let it graze her skin. She didn’t flinch; she didn’t move. She stood unmoving glaring at the man who fired at her.

Onyx growled, he didn’t like seeing her injured and wanted nothing more than to tear into him, but stood back, this was her fight. ’Training’ he thought. ’Or maybe, fun.’

Seeing her remain unfazed by the bullet. Panic filled them all, they looked between each other questionably. And in a panic, they all started firing. She moved with expert precision and speed. Dodging bullets, dipping between shelves. The men weren’t aiming, but practically firing with their eyes closed.

Sliding across the ground, hidden by shelves, she peaked from the side and grabbed another man’s ankles dropping him to the floor. Using her telekinesis, she slung him across the floor, sending him crashing into the wall. A piece of wood protruded from his chest. Blood spewed from his mouth and leaked down. Staining his once crisp white shirt with a deep red.

The men turned to where she had thrown one of the men. But she was already gone, moving to another man. She moved like she was invisible to them. They couldn’t pinpoint her, only getting glimpses of burning red in the corners of their eyes as she moved in the shadows.

The shadows cloaked her movements like they were hers to command. She moved with all the grace of royalty, and with the accuracy of a skilled, trained assassin.

It stirred something inside Ambrose. He wanted to take her right here and now in this building. She still hadn’t even gotten a drop of blood on her outfit.

Two down, three to go.

They kept firing, and she seemed to almost shimmer between each bullet, instead of dodging. She moved fluid like water. Her speed making her move in a blur. She reached another man and grabbed him by the tops of his hair and dropped him backward onto the floor. The sounds of ribs cracking and the title under him shattering reverberated off the walls and shelves. She used her ability to lift him from the ground and slam him back down. Over and over again. The man grunted with each slam. Before his broken ribs found their way into his lungs, puncturing them. He started drowning in his own blood. Each breath more ragged than the last. Blood pooled in his chest, with nowhere to go. He chocked and spat blood, gasping for air. Panic lines etched his face before his new reality settled in.

He was dying. He tried to beg. But no words came, just bubbles of blood. He collapsed. A carcass remained in place of the man.

The last two standing had run out of bullets and were shaking at their knees. Guns still pointed out. Neither knowing what to do next. Everyone around them dead. Their plan was in shambles.

Odette released a laugh that made the men shiver and one even pissed his pants. He collapsed on the ground with humiliation and shame. He couldn’t believe what he just did.

"You," She pointed to the man who soiled himself, he looked up with pleading eyes that begged for mercy, "Run and tell your little friends, the BloodMoon Pack has a vampire princess among them, one that walks in daylight. Let this be a lesson. Don’t fuck with women. Some of us aren’t weak and pathetic little boys that piss their pants when scarred."

She extended her power and ripped the gun from his hand with one hand and sent him flying across the room with the other, knocking him unconscious, but leaving him alive.

The other man dropped to his knees and started begging for his life, hoping for any kind of mercy.

"Please, your majesty, I was wrong, we, were wrong. If you spare me, I will give you, my life." The man whimpered and cried on his knees, his lips practically kissing the ground at her feet.

She kicked him, sending him flying back, knocking over a shelf, sending all of its contents tumbling down on top of him.

"I have no need or want for useless crybabies."

She took the gun and chucked it at his face. Shattering his nose and eye socket, the man howled in agony. His face throbbed with pain. It was so bad, he almost wished for death. Almost. She looked at the two pathetic survivors, debated on leaving them both alive.

She looked around for Emalea and Ambrose and Phera.

She hadn’t checked on her little fox friend or her scared, sweet Em.

She took in the damages. It was bad.

The place was utterly destroyed. Shelves laid broken on the ground, walls cracked. Blood pooled around the shattered tile pieces. A dark silence settled around them.

Phera was sitting perfectly composed, watching intensely in the corner. Her face said ’Leave him alive, he’s boring and beneath you.’

Odette took the hint and decided to leave the two survivors alive. Not just the one.

She shifted her gaze around the room after her eyes settled on Emalea who clung closely to Onyx. Relief washed over her. Emalea was safe.

If it had been any other girl, Odette might have gotten jealous with the close proximity her friend was to her mate. But she trusted Emalea. The girl breathed loyalty and ethics.

The hatred had left her the instant her burning red eyes connected with Onyx’s glowing golden orbs. His gaze was grounding, anchoring her. She felt exhaustion crash into her. She still stood tall, not wanting them to worry.

A familiar recognition settled into Onyx. The way her hair fell around her. The color. It was the same but now seeing her like this. Onyx was so close to finding the truth, he could practically taste it. Why couldn’t he completely remember? What was he missing? He couldn’t figure it out. But in her eyes, that restlessness started to settle inside him.

His Odette.

His mate.

His blessing from Artemis his creator.

His Odette.

And that should be all that matters? Right?