I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 157: Merry Christmas pt 1

~ODETTE’S POV~

The sex we just had was amazing. It calmed every nerve about tomorrow, or rather today, that I had.

Christmas was going to be small this year, but I honestly preferred it that way. It was calmer and more intimate of a gathering than inviting half the pack into the palace for a giant party.

I couldn’t wait to give my gifts to my friends and share my baked cookies with everyone. The servants were even given the day off to spend with their families, with guards rotating shifts frequently so they could also enjoy the holiday with their loved ones.

Sleep was so hard to find, it took what felt like hours to reach it. But when I finally did it was heavenly.

I woke to the smell of a warm mocha latte and bacon filling my nostrils. Sweet and savory.

My eyes blinked open, and of course Ambrose had already left the bed and was in the bathroom. The light under the door was a dead giveaway.

"Merry Christmas!" I yelled jumping out of bed to take a bite of bacon and a big sip of coffee.

I opened the bathroom door, and there he stood in all his glory.

In nothing but a towel hung loosely at hips, his abs and chest on full display, with water droplets rolling over his muscles. His hair falling in his face as he leaned over the sink brushing his teeth.

He spit out the toothpaste, looked up, and smiled. "Merry Christmas baby."

His greeting warmed my heart and brought peace to my soul. "Hurry up and get ready we have presents to open."

I nodded and smiled rushing past him in the bathroom and into the shower that was still warmed from his use.

When I came out of the bathroom, a dress was laid out on the bed for me, with matching shoes and a note that read.

"You are the prettiest rose in my garden, Merry Christmas." It was from Ambrose.

It was a long, bright red, velvet dress. With a tall, white, lacy neckline reaching halfway up my neck. A heart shaped bodice and long white, lacy sleeves. The dress had a mermaid style skirt, that flowed out at the knees. It was stunning. When I put it on, it fit perfectly, hugging my every curve and enhancing their look.

A knock on the door and somehow, I knew who it was.

"Emalea, come in." Perfect timing, I needed help pinning up my hair.

"Wow, you look. Woah." She stuttered. I twirled for her, showcasing the beauty that was this dress.

"Thanks, Ambrose gifted it to me. Did you see where he went?" I asked her, I could reach out through our own link, but I was still getting used to hearing his voice in my head.

"He’s meeting with Beta Damon as they prepare for Christmas. It’s your first with us, so I think Alpha King Ambrose is being very watchful over its set up." Emalea answered me.

"Let me style your hair, I have the perfect look for this dress." Emalea walked over, knowing exactly what I needed.

I never had this connection with Delilah, we were close, but never this kind of close.

"I trust you. Lend me your care and vision." I said sitting down in the chair.

She went to work, styling my hair in an updo, a perfect donut bun, with red glitter thrown in, two matching red roses she pulled from a bouquet in the room, on the upper right side of the bun.

"Wow, Odette, you look. Like a goddess." Emalea whispered seeing me in the mirror.

"Thanks. Are you ready for today’s events?" I asked her, she didn’t look dressed up.

"Yes..." She whispered low, she looked embarrassed.

"You don’t look happy about it?" It was a question more than a statement.

"This is one of the nicer dresses I have." She confessed. Shame written on her face, it only hurt my heart.

"I’ve got just the dress for you." I jumped up and down and rushed to my closet. With her skin tone and hair color, a navy blue dress would bring out her undertones.

"Oh, that’s okay, I don’t need a new dress." She had more disappointment in her voice than truth.

"It’s Christmas, consider on of my gifts for you." I told her bring the long blue dress from the closet.

It was simple, made of velvet, and the long sleeves hanging off the shoulder. Not flashy, but elegant.

"Odette, you’re too good to me. I’m just a servant." She took the dress in her hands and hugged it. "It’s so soft. And beautiful."

Her smile was everything in that moment.

"Put it on, I’ll do your hair and makeup. Today, you aren’t a servant in the palace. You’re a guest of the future Luna."

After she dressed she sat in my vanity chair and I styled her hair in a short braid, giving her light make up but bright red lipstick.

After I was done, she looked... "Like a real Lady. You put Isabella to shame." I complimented whole heartedly.

After we finished getting ready the two of us headed to wear the rest of our group was.

As we approached I could hear the Christmas music playing, I could smell the cookies baking in the kitchen.

When we walked in the door, I noticed everyone’s eyes were on us. People had clearly never seen Em dressed up like this. That’s when I noticed Damon, starring so hard it almost hurt me. And Emalea’s cheeks were so pink.

Did Damon have a thing for Em? Did Em like Damon?

My mind started reeling about the possibilities.

"My, my, look at my lovely lady walking in the room." Ambrose walked over to me and picked my hand up. Kissing me gently on the back of it.

"You don’t look half bad yourself." I winked at him. He did look beautiful standing their in all his regal form.

"Keep talking to me like that and I’m going to bed you over and spank you in front of everyone here." Ambrose whispered in my ears, low enough only I could hear.

I playfully hit him in the chest.

"Present’s everyone!"