I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 88: Violet’s Daughter

~THIRD PERSON POV~

"Ooh My Goddess, Ambrose, what did you do?" Ursula looked at Odette as she walked in.

Instantly, Ursula recognized Odette. Her face was exactly like her mothers. The same soft cheeks and pouty lips. The same small button nose and angled eyes. But she had Ash’s hair, and the same red Ash had when he was angry or hungry. That haunting crimson red.

There is no way this girl should be. There was no way Ambrose should be in the company of Violet’s daughter.

Flashes of the past began assaulting her mind. Tearing her apart from the inside. Violet’s sad and desperate face kept popping into her mind. The fear of that night flooded her sense, bring back the sounds of screams and the smell of blood.

"Miss, are you okay?" Odette asked with a sweet voice, one that reminded Ursula so much of Violet, the profound ache of missing her friend weighed down her chest.

Ursula covered her face and started crying.

Between her sobs and sniffles she quietly whispered, "You look so much like your mother, it hurts."

Odette was shocked, she knew Ursula knew her mother but didn’t expect this kind of reaction from her. It made Odette’s heart ache.

Ursula released her behavior needed to be explained.

"Looking at you brought back memories of that night. Your eyes, they are the same eyes the came in the night." Ursula held back her tears and wiped the ones that escaped from her face.

"Why are you here?" She asked and then turned sharply to Ambrose, "I know for a FACT, she should not be here and that she would NEVER be allowed here. Ambrose, I want the truth now, or I’m turning around and going home, and I will forget you ever existed."

Ambrose was struck in the heart by her words. He couldn’t believe she would give him such a serious ultimatum.

"How would you know, you disappeared and never came back." Ambrose spoke with a new coldness, one that echoed the hurt of loneliness.

"Because I was there that night, Ambrose, while you were in the room safe, protecting the people I was able to save, protecting the future of our people. I was out in the bloodshed." Ursula quickly shut her mouth. Not sure if she should say anything more about that night. She feared she might divulge to more information than she wanted.

"Then you should understand why I did what I did." Ambrose was now shouting at her.

"What did you do?" Ursula yelled back.

Odette stood frozen watching the screaming match unfold, unsure what to do. She knew one thing, she sure as shit wasn’t going to interfere.

"I kidnapped her okay! Blood for blood. King Asher took everything from me! So, I did the same!" Ambrose was angry. This wasn’t how he wanted the reunion to go. "I took from him what matters most. His daughter."

He wanted to tell her how everything had changed; it was different now. However, he didn’t get the chance. What Ursula said next shook him to his core.

"You fucked the pack, you actually fucked all of the shifter, do you have any idea what you’ve started? Oh god, all the packs back in America. Ambrose, you’re repeating history. You’re making the same mistakes your they did." Ursula was shaking with fear and rage.

How Violet must be feeling right now. Ursula felt shattered.

Odette realized just how little Ambrose knew of the truth.

"You don’t know the truth of that night, of what happened and why do you, Ambrose?" Odette spoke interrupting their heated argument.

She had a hardened expression, a distant look in her eyes.

"No, he doesn’t. Truthfully, I never spoke of what happened. I’m the only survivor alive that knows what really happened that night, and I kept it a secret." Ursula paused and looked at Ambrose with a pained and sorrowed expression. "I did it to protect you."

Ursula’s confession came as a shock to Ambrose. He felt like his carefully crafted world began crumbling around him.

"What the fuck don’t I know. I was there too Ursula; I watched them murder my mother! I watched her hand hit the floor in front of me. I watched her blood flood the floor, almost like it was reaching for me under the table." Ambrose yelled in frustration and anger.

Odette looked upon the face of her captor, the man who stole her away from her home and the only life she’d ever known. The man who gave her a taste of a freedom she’s never known. The man who didn’t just steal her from her family, but he was also responsible for stealing her heart.

"I told you when we first met, you didn’t know the truth, but you wouldn’t listen." Odette looked down at her hands, fidgeting with discomfort.

Ambrose looked at her wounded, but knew she was right. When they first met, he’d have believed anything she had to say. To him, she was nothing but a monster’s daughter when they first met.

"I’m willing to listen now. So, tell me what the hell the two of you two are talking about. What have you been hiding, Ursula." Rage laced his voice and disbelief rested on his face.

"You know the truth, Odette, did you want to tell it?" Ursula asked hoping Odette would be willing to do it without being asked, but Odette shot her down.

"No. I was there, but not the way you were, I didn’t experience it the way you did." Odette answered. Ursula looked at her puzzled, confused about how she could have been there when she wasn’t even born yet and then it dawned on her. The realization slammed into her like 100mph baseball.

Her jaw dropped and her hand flew to her mouth. Ursula’s eye’s practically bulging out her head like a cartoon from the 50’s.

"She was pregnant with you!" Ursula was appalled. Odette was alive and inside her mother when Ambrose’s father and uncle assaulted her mother.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. TELL ME NOW." Ambrose was furious, they weren’t explaining anything, he didn’t understand what they were talking about.

"Ambrose, your uncle is the reason behind the FullMoon Massacre." Ursula admitted for the first time in almost 20 years out loud to another person.

"What? How is that possible? He died too that night." Ambrose questioned the truth of that statement.

"Ambrose, what I’m about to tell you might break your heart. But it’s the truth. I was there. Not just for the massacre, but for what happened before... Are you sure you’re ready to hear the truth of that night. You will never think of your father and uncle in the same light." Ursula needed to hear him say he was ready.

"I went to school with Queen Violet, when she was just a princess. I was her friend when she was powerless and weak. But you need to understand something about her. Her heart is the single most golden heart I’ve ever known, and she is the absolute last person to deserve what happened to her. The life she lived before, you, Odette. I’m sure you know some of it. but not all of it. So you will probably learn things about your uncles they might not have told you."

Odette was unsure if she wanted to hear the excoriating details of that night, she only had the summary.

"It was a school night just like any other"

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