I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 215: A Time Of Healing

~Narrator~

She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. The fyre she used to burn Ezelreth’s soul for eternity was the fyre that was healing her people.

She looked down at her hands, hands that have never done anything but break and destroy. Yet this time, they were hands of healing.

She looked away from her hands and her eyes found Ambrose; he nodded knowing exactly what she was thinking. He didn’t need the bond to tell him that.

Emalea couldn’t leave Damon’s side. She couldn’t bring herself to look away. She’d never felt this way about anyone. The desperate need for him to be okay. They were out of the rough waters, but until he was awake and talking, Emalea couldn’t really find peace.

Odette left the sleeping quarters of the pack house and headed in the direction of the infirmary.

The smell of putrid skin, burned by dragon fire and rotting flesh wounds around bites given by the Turned.

She made her way around the infirmary taking notes of the condition of the people. Violet appeared beside. Her gentle presence brought comfort to the raging storm of emotions brewing inside her.

"We can do this together." Violets words anchored Odette. Ash stood closely behind Violet, terrified if he looked away even for a second, she’d be gone again. Ambrose had a cut on his leg, forcing a slight limp, but it was already healing.

Violet and Odette walked from shifter to vampire and back again. The goddess doing work through Odette. Violet would take one hand, and Odette would place hers on their chest and the fyre would consume her and the injured patient entirely. Burning away the poison and rot left behind from the bite marks of the Turned.

Ambrose and Ash just watched as the powerful women glided from survivor to survivor. Impressed and awestruck by how their powers complimented each other. Violet healed their feelings and trauma; Odette healed their wounds.

After completing their rounds at the infirmary, they needed to face the gritty details of what happened.

Of whom was lost.

And what they would do next, how they would rebuild. And the new world they’d be ushering in.

But first they all needed sleep. Everyone.

The next evening, Odette summoned the council of high vampires and shifters and the sisters three. Things were different now. They were no longer enemies, but allies who fought and died beside each other.

Once everyone arrived at the conference room inside the pack house, they all took their seats. The animosity that was once spilling over the table had eased.

Odette instantly noticed some faces were missing. But she shook the thought away, there wasn’t time for any processing, she had business to see to first. There would be time to grieve and address her own emotional rollercoaster after things were discussed.

"The Rogue King is dead, but his kingdom, or what’s left of it is still in the weygate. What do we plan to do about that?" It was Luna Dawn who spoke first.

"I think they should all be branded traitors and killed." One Alpha offered.

"No, not all of them were fighters."

"No but they’re guilty by association."

"Who says they should get away free of consequences for taking shelter behind the rogue king?"

The arguments over this were endless, but the points made were all valid. Neither Odette or Ambrose could argue.

Violet spoke first. "I lived among them as a hostage in my own body. I was forced to commit atrocious acts. But also made some questionable ones, myself. These shifters are people who had no home, so they were given one. These are people with no pack protection, so they were given one. These are people who have suffered, not just caused suffering."

"They should be given and alpha and recognized as a pack. Are they rogues if they are a pack? No, I don’t think so, rogues are packless, lawless shifters. These are people with a pack, with law and order. They need a good leader. So Alpha King Ambrose and Luna Queen Odette, I implore you to grant them protection under the crown and the right to exist with protection of a pack."

The room was silent. They weren’t used to seeing Violet back to her gentle self. Many in the room who knew her forgot she was capable of such kindness with how ruthless and vicious she had twisted herself into being.

"I think you’re right mother." Odette took control of the floor. "I think continuing the cycle of violence perpetrated by others and punishing them is what got us here to begin with."

"I present a motion to provide support and proper integration for the packs and not death." Violet stated.

"I second the motion." Luna Dawn voted.

"I third." Ambrose added.

One by one the shifters in the room agreed. And the ones who didn’t stayed silent. Some wounds were too deep for the current generations to forgive. The royals understood this.

"Motion passed. The rogue pack will be granted its own identity, no longer being rogues." Alpha Cameron applauded. He liked this idea. "I volunteer to sponsor the pack."

"Whose territory will they occupy?" Alpha Drake asked, the ever selfish prick of an alpha.

"What about this property, it’s been without a pack for some time now. It’s a mess, but its unclaimed territory." Luna Dawn suggested.

The entire room looked to her surprised anyone would suggest this blood soaked place.

But slowly they all nodded in agreement.

It was time to move forward. Time to let go of the past. To not forget this time.

"I agree, its time this land had new stewards. The rogue pack will take this land. But I have on condition. Any shifter without a home is to be given a chance to join this pack, it must forever be a home for rogues who want one." Jaws hit the floor when they heard Ambrose speak on the matter.

His parents were murdered here. Yet he was offering the place of their death as a refugee for rogues who’d been responsible for trying to break the world.

"On to the rogues that survived the attack, do this curtesy extend to them."

"No." Ambrose carried the authority of an alpha in his answer. Leaving no room for argument. Not even from Odette.

"They will be given a traitor’s death. Not because they betrayed me, but the goddess. They fought against her, not for her, that makes them traitors."

The room silently agreed passing looks of approval between one another. Violet didn’t protest. Though she never believed in senseless killings, she knew their crimes couldn’t go unpunished.

The Alpha King in Ambrose always turned Odette on.

Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming feeling of dizziness. Exhaustion was hitting her. Sitting in her seat she fell over. Ambrose caught her before she hit the ground.

Ambrose knew instantly she’d left her body again. It happened every time she used her Divine Fyre it seemed. And he wondered if the two were related. He thought Artemasia might have some insight.

"It seems she is still too exhausted to finish this; we settled one matter. For now, let’s adjourn and address this at a later date." Ambrose picked her up and took her away from the room of cranky old politicians and leaders.

He gazed down at his queen, her long lashes resting on her cheek. Her hair still a bit messy, showing the signs of her stress and lack of sleep.

When he arrived back at their room, he summoned a servant. "Bring Artemasia to me."

The servant girl nodded and scurried away quietly.

When Artemasia arrived, she looked defeated and drained. But alive, and without a scratch.

"You rang?" She shifted her weight to one leg and rested on her hip, her arms crossing over her chest.

"I need to know if something’s wrong with my wife." Ambrose was sitting next to Odette on her bed.

"I’m sure a lot is wrong. I mean she literally just killed her own mother, lost her uncle, her teacher. She’s all sorts of fucked up right now." Artemasia scoffed.

"No this is different. I can barely feel her through our bond, it’s like she goes elsewhere and I’m just holding a shell that breathes." Ambrose desperately tried to explain.

Artemasia’s brows furrowed and eyes narrowed cautiously.

Without a word she approached them both.

Leaning over she peeled Odette’s eyelids back to see her eyes, and they were flickering between silver and white. Shifting from side to side.

She looked faraway.

"I don’t know... Ambrose, but she doesn’t look like she’s in pain and her eyes are glowing like they do when she’s in touch with her divine side." Artemasia was trying to make sense of what she was seeing and feeling.

Phera strolled in at that second, holding all the answers in her pocket.

"She’s with my goddess; they have things to discuss. She may be asleep for awhile. I suggest you handle what you can without her for now. She’ll have her own things to work on."

Ambrose just stared wordlessly at Phera, she was in her human form. She was spending more time in that form since coming here, it made it easier to communicate when she had too.

"What things?" Ambrose questioned annoyed she was telling him where and what his wife was doing instead of Odette telling him herself.

"That’s above my level of knowledge. I was only asked to relay the message."

"Asked by who?" Ambrose asked skeptically.

"Our goddess, but of course." She rolled her eyes at what she considered to be his stupidity.

"This is bullshit."

"Well, take your grievances up with a goddess, not me." She turned and walked away without another word, leaving Ambrose with his feelings of annoyance.

He picked up Odette’s phone from the table and called her father.

"Asher..." Ambrose said through the phone.

"Hmm." Ash answered.

"Bring Violet to my room, Odette needs a babysitter, I have King shit to do , and so do you probably."

"Babysitting?" Ash almost laughed at the idea.

"Yes, she’s asleep. Like a deep one. Phera, her little fox thing, told me she’s visiting with the goddess right now. I don’t want to leave her alone. They’ve been separated; I’m sure Violet would like to stare at my wife’s face for a while." Ambrose joked.

"I’ll tell her." Ash hung up after and looked over to Violet who was resting on his bare chest naked. Her warmth and touch were something he so deeply missed.

"I heard. Give me one more minute with your chest." Violet whispered. She’d missed Ash so much during her time held hostage in her own body.

"Anything you want, my queen." Ash ran his hands through her soft pink hair. How he’d missed this.

Violet took her minute and promptly dressed in a soft pink floor length gown, it had white puffy sleeves and a small thin string bow.

She made her way through the haunting halls of the pack house. The memories though painful, seemed so far away now.

They looked the same, but they felt different.

This wasn’t just the place that almost broke her world, but also the place her daughter had saved her, putting her world back together.

Violet chuckled inward to herself. This place was death and rebirth, the irony of fate.

It was odd, having so much quiet in her mind. No taunting, no mockery, no fear. Just calm seas and pink clouds.

She walked into her daughter’s room and crawled into bed beside her and began whispering stories to her.

"I remember when you were little, you’d have nightmares and beg to sleep in our bed, daddy would protect you and mommy would keep you safe."

She smiled a sad smile, "Now I know it was visions of your past life. You’d tell me about scary monsters trying to eat you. You had to carry those memories with no idea why."

Violet sniffled. "We kept secrets from you; we lied and hid things and told ourselves it was to protect you. But it wasn’t true, at least not the whole truth."

"I was scared. Scared for you. And scared of you. Of what you could do. Of what your powers meant. I wanted to stop fate. Or... I don’t know... At least push it off a little longer. Just one more year." Violet tucked a strand of Odette’s hair behind her ears. Caressing her cheek with the back of her fingers. "At least that’s what I told myself. Fate has a way of making things happen no matter what choices you make."