I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 186: We Can Do This

***Author’s Note: So Sorry I’ve been away, but I will be Mass Releasing to make up for the delay in updates, something happened with privilege again, I haven’t touched the setting. Things have been hectic, it’s worse here than the TVs tell you at home. ICE raided a neighborhood near my house last weekend, so I’ve been more active and going to the protests. It’s been hard to keep up with both books, but I can promise readers when I do work on it, I’ll drop mass Chapters so at least you’ll have a lot to read all at once***

Ezelreth had successfully torn apart those packs and even some traitorous vampires as a bonus. He was able to hit so many targets all at once, it was brilliant. He collected some of the bodies and Turned them, adding them to his monstrosity of an army.

He was so close to his goal. Little by little he’d take out the small packs. Collected more disposable creatures. And then attack the MoonChild on her own turf this time.

Violet watched in horror, as nothing but a bystander in her own mind. A hostage in her own body.

When the bloodshed was finally over the remainder of his army and his newest recruits went back through the weylines.

The rogues celebrated his return, he chuckled inwardly.

’The fools. Cheering for their brothers’ demise. Thinking they will be spared from my plan.’

The wolves howled at the sight of them walking by. Ezelreth was so used to Violet’s body, it was starting to feel more like his and less like hers.

But Violet, Violet never surrendered.

Ezelreth had exhausted quite a bit of energy, and thinking he was safe in his room and the rogue kings pack house he looked at Violet releasing her from her binds.

"Don’t go running off and doing anything stupid now." His glare was sharp, hardened, and focused.

His words made Violet shiver, but it didn’t discourage her. Not even a little bit.

He tucked himself into the back of her mind, allowing her to step forward again and take charge.

She grabbed a black hooded cloak and immediately left and went for the nearest hospital.

The rogues were injured by the dozens.

Blood pooling from open wounds ripped in their necks from the vicious bite of vampires. Limbs torn completely off.

The howls of the rogues made something ache in her heart.

She took a deep breath and walked past each patient. Brushing them ever so slightly, for only a second, taking away all their emotional burdens, bringing them a sense of peace and relief. She fed on their terror and agony and replaced it with something warm and good, better than any opioid they could provide here.

Each wounded rogue fell fast asleep as Violet swept through the room, like an angel shrouded in shadow.

She made her way from room to room in each wing. Hiding among the crowded halls. Time moved differently here, there was no day or night. Visiting hours weren’t a concept, all kinds of people frequented here, making it easy for her to blend in.

She’d gotten efficient in gathering and storing her energy. Shoving it deep into her heart. Holding it in a memory he could never touch.

One of her dad. The man she hadn’t seen since he left her standing in the entryway of the vampire princes’ manor. He had just disappeared; he never answered another phone call. No one knew what happened or where he went.

She blinked back the tears that swelled in the corners of her eyes.

It was because he was in the past, it was an untainted memory, simple, easy to overlook.

The memory that she was storing her energy in was one from her childhood; it was just her and her dad sitting by a lake, under the shade of the willow tree, the night sky was clear and glittered with stars.

He said to her. "Stars are stories. But those stories are only told after their death."

She was about 5, and at the time, she had no idea what he meant. But now, she was beginning to understand.

It was like he knew... Maybe not specifics, but he knew something was going to happen.

And that small memory, a drop in the pool of her blissful childhood, would easily go unnoticed and that’s why it was the perfect place. The stars in the sky would tell the story of their death.

She thought it was poetic.

Violet was on her last room when she realized she’d been here too long. She needed to get to the bath house and rest her body.

She rushed out of the hospital and straight to were many of the female shifters bathe. Finding her private room, the pool already filled with steaming water, she dropped her cloak and clothes on the floor at her feet and slowly slid into the tub.

Letting the steam enveloper her, hiding her flushed face from running, disguising it. The feeling of rejuvenation she felt as a side effect of feeding could be explained by the healing properties of the water and the rest she could acquire resting here.

She knew it would only be a matter of time before he’d surface and take control.

Only a little bit longer and she would be free. Her daughter would find a way to free her of her mental prison, she had the upmost faith in her daughter.

She let herself relax, and finally her body listened. Her muscles loosened, her heart calmed, and her racing thoughts became more controlled. And soon her body drifted off to sleep. When Ezelreth rose from the back of her mind and found small Violet curled up, asleep peacefully on the floor, he couldn’t help himself. He went to her. She looked so much like Lilith, he’d forgotten where he was, and old feelings of the past surfaced, he knelt down and picked up her face and kissed her.

The sudden foul taste in Violet’s mouth woke her. Her eyes popped open and she nearly puked in his mouth she was so horrified.

She started to thrash in his grip her hands slapping him, scratching him. She was doing everything to get him to let go of her face. To free her lips from his.

Finally, she reached forward and grabbed his balls. Squeezing the life out of them. He jerked back; his balls throbbed as reality settled in.

That wasn’t Lilith. And she’d never be Lilith. His eyes narrowed at her.

"You’ll pay for that." He growled walking over to her, grabbing her by her hair and ripping her off the floor. He tossed her.

"Now crawl back in your hole, or I’ll drag you there!" He yelled at her. Violet didn’t shrink, she didn’t tremble.

She growled and turned and walked into the back of her own mind. Where she was a hostage, a prisoner, an invader in her own body.