~ODETTE’S POV~
I woke to the sweet sll of coffee. I could sll it before I could hear who brought it in.
The sll of the roasted bean here was amazing. I didn’t know this place had such delicious slling coffee.
When I opened my eyes, when my eyes settled into focus, I saw him, standing there holding a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee. I smiled.
He was fully dressed already. He looks so ridiculously attractive all the ti, it is really unfair how perfect the man is.
"Hi" I whispered blinking slowly trying to have my eyes adjust to being open.
"Morning, sunshine, I’ve got breakfast, we’ve got a big day ahead of us." He said to bringing everything over to the table.
He took a seat, and crossed his legs, resting his ankle on his knee with crossed arms. He starred at with a smirk.
Which only made my heart flutter.
Gah! I hate that smirk. I wanna rip it off his face, stupid bastard.
"It’s too early can’t I just sleep for a little longer" I begged, mornings were hard for , I spent most of my life in the dark with my family. Waking up early instead of going to bed late was still a little weird for , even still. Even when I attended school during the day, it wasn’t this early.
It’s been weeks, you think I’d be used to it by now. But I guess, old habits die hard.
"Nope, have to get up early, have a party to plan." He said jumping on to the bed. He yanked the blanket away and started tickling .
I began screaming in a frenzy, jerking my body away laughter bursting out of .
"Stop!" I yelled laughing trying to catch and push his arms away from .
"AH! Oh my god! Stop! Ah!" I kept laughing between words.
"Then get out of bed princess." He mocked tickling still.
"I can’t if you keep tickling !" I yelled back.
"Fine, fine, fine, fine." He said releasing .
"Ugh, why..." I whined rolling out of the bed.
I pick the cup of coffee off the table and hold it in both hands.
Closing my eyes I take a whiff. The sweet alluring sll of the expresso beans ward my soul and the first opened my eyes, making the bright and new.
"Mmmm... The latte is pretty good."
"Glad it ets the standards of a princess. Now let’s go. Co on, co on." He said scooting my butt to the closet.
I pick sothing to match him. Which is easy because most everything we brought was in black. Taking a pair of small faded black jeans and a long sleeve black turtleneck, I hop in the shower to rinse off.
Ambrose was sitting back leaning in the chair scrolling his phone and responding to texts or emails.
I missed having a phone. Playing gas. Texting. Well, I guess not texting, not like I really had a lot of friends to text, anyways.
He looked up from his phone and asked "Are you ready?"
"Let’s do this." I answered with a smile.
We left the pack house and t up with Damon outside.
"Princess, good morning." Damon said greeting .
"Good morning, Beta Damon." I replied politely.
"I see our king here, has roped you into his ’party planning’ hasn’t he?" Damon laughed.
"Yep, wouldn’t take no for an answer." I teased.
"Hey, you make it sound like I begged you." Ambrose teased giving a friendly shove.
"You tickled out of bed; I’d call that begging." I shoved him back. He pretended to be thrown and acted wounded leaning against a wall.
"Ow, princess, you’ve wounded , how will you make it up to ?" He looked at like he was a quivering child.
Damon busted out in a voracious laughter. Holding his stomach, he bent over, unable to maintain his composure.
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"Get up, you’re incorrigible." I nudge his foot with mine.
Damon still laughing hysterically.
"Fine, fine, fine." He threw his hands up in surrender jokingly. "Okay so what do we do."
He looked at like I was expected to answer.
"How should I know? I don’t even know what I’m doing, let alone what you should be."
"Well, you’re a princess, don’t you know how to party plan?" He asked with surprised expectations.
"Hate to let you down, but I don’t know the first thing about party planning." I laughed. Hard. The re idea of planning any kind of party was comical.
"Oh, co on, you have vision. Help out here." He looked at widening his eyes, attempting to look, what is that? Cute?
Oh gods. This is too good. I need a picture of whatever face he thinks he’s trying to make right now.
Which only made laugh harder.
"Okay, I’ll help but you have got to stop looking at like that. I don’t think it’s the face you’re trying to make. And I don’t think I can carry a conversation with it. Or you until it goes away." I couldn’t breathe after saying that and laughing.
His face dropped "You still like to kiss this face."
He moved suddenly, grabbing by the wrist and yanking towards him, landing hard against his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist, pressing lips firmly against mine.
My eyes widened and shock and I tried to push him away, but I found myself not pushing hard. Like it was instinct, not what I actually wanted.
As I was pushing against him, I felt my body betraying my mind and lting into him. I found myself kissing him back.
I parted my mouth slightly letting his tongue move in and our lips moved in a rhythm dictated by the passion of the mont.
Damon cleared his throat dragging from the kiss I was getting lost in.
"Well, that’s a new developnt. Kissing in public? Ambrose, you’ll break all the you she-wolves hearts" Damon joked, but a growl escaped from , or at least I think it was .
The idea of another female anywhere near Ambrose set sothing in on fire. A burning rage I just barely contained.
Both Damon and Ambrose looked at confused yet impressed.
"Did you just growl at my Beta?" Ambrose smirked.
"No. That was your stomach, did you eat breakfast?" I denied it.
"Yes, with Damon, actually. I think that was you. What, don’t like the idea of with another girl?" He said low and seductively.
"There’s nothing to be jealous about?" I was not about to admit I was jealous over an idea. No way in hell.
" with another girl. A she-wolf, should I ask one to the part..." Before he could finish his sentence, another growl escaped, but this one deeper and more predatorial.
"Okay, calm down princess, I wouldn’t dare, fear you’ll eat her before I could bring the poor girl to the dance floor." He laughed.
"No, no, take another she-wolf. I’ll take one of the other alphas." I threw back and watched his expression change like the flip of a coin.
"I would rip their fucking head off." Ambrose let out a deep primal and territorial growl.
I stared him down, unwilling to concede. "Take it back then"
"I was just joking." He defended.
"I don’t care, take it back." I don’t know why I was so mad, it was just a joke.
"Will you go with to the party?" He asked instead.
"No, I’m going with soone else, sorry. I’m a guest of the Alpha King’s, so, I’ll be going with him." I said like a pompous spoiled brat.
He looked at funny. And then just shook his head. He grabbed the top of my head and ssed up my hair, "You’re ridiculous."
"I know."
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