KIdnapped

Nikolai POV

The moon festival was just a few hours away. I could feel my heartbeat rapidly in my chest. The long wait for my revenge was finally over. Running the plan one more time in my head, my eyes scanned the map once more to enable me to recollect all the exit routes.

I leaned lazily on the Van Drew had arranged for us for the kidnap, awaiting Stephan and the others. The material of the costume and mask I wore was made of a scratchy material and I vowed to tear it off my skin once I was done. When they arrived, we got into the car and soon, we reached the road.

It was a rowdy environment; different packs all over the world gathered to celebrate one man. It was obvious that they were compelled to be here due to Jonas' reigning terror amongst werewolves. His title of the most superior alpha was not in vain. No one dared to cross or disobey him.

The festival was about to kick off in a few minutes. I told Drew to move the car straight to the exit route and wait in the car as my backup defence, ordering everyone to turn on their surveillance earpiece and set their stopwatch to 45 mins. In case there was a problem, I'd give an emergency signal. 

Stephan and I got out of the car, pulling the mask down our faces and heading towards the main entrance. As it was a big gathering, there were sure to be hordes of security. Luckily, Stephan had already made arrangements with a neighbouring pack to get our gate pass. I had commended him on the smart move as it had also crossed my mind. 

When we eventually got in, I tapped Stephan's shoulders, giving him a signal. He nodded in affirmation and walked down the step path into the building to get a clearer view of where the target was. 

It was large multi purpose hall with two floors, decorated and designed like a 5 star restaurant with with lowlights and chandeliers on the ceiling and a medium sized table all over with three chairs around it for the invitees, the VIP section was a little close to the podium and it had two chairs around the table each.

After a while, he waved his two fingers in the air, a signal that Jonas and his family were yet to be seen. He had already counted five men who stood as standby security guards, monitoring every suspicious movement close to the podium. While moving straight to the seats close to the podium as I wasn't really aware that it was for the VIP's, two hefty security guards approached me.

"May we know who your VIP invites are?" One asked, looking at me over suspiciously. "Elites with invites are the only ones allowed to sit here sire."

"Oh, I had no idea," I replied, and walked straight back.

They exchanged looks and I saw one give the other signals to keep an eye on me. I took a walk around like everyone else did, waiting patiently for the commencement of the program. After what seemed like eternities, Jonas walked into the hall. He wore a stiffened linen shirt coloured red with metal armour plates on his shoulder and a bronze breastplate covering his chest down to his stomach with greaves covering his legs. He was fully dressed like a soldier from the Roman army, the only thing missing was his helmet. 

He feigned surprise to see the large numbers of people that turned up. Bastard, I cursed him under my breath, gritting my teeth. Fucking bastard. He knew how feared he was among the people. So why was he acting like they were his friends? My eyes travelled to the woman that hung closely by his side, clad in a very revealing red dress. I took a wild guess, presuming her to be his wife. 

From where I stood, I couldn't see her features clearly to ascertain if she looked younger or older. But I couldn't move closer now, it would draw attention. My anger grew as I watched Jonas walking majestically whilst waving to the crowd as he stepped onto the podium. 

"Welcome, ladies and gents," He spoke brashly into the microphone. "It is such an honour to have these numbers come around to join me in celebration. As you all might have guessed, it is difficult to earn and maintain my dominance as the world's number one."

I longed to drag him off the stage and rip him into two. But I stayed calm. 

"And my utmost joy," He continued, stretching out his hand to usher in a new figure on the stage. "Is that my daughter is walking in my footsteps, taking after me." He grinned so wide I thought his lips would tear open. "I'm so proud of her."

As he finished, a round of clapping burst from the crowd. My eyes were still on his daughter. She had on a typical garment worn by women in ancient Rome kingdom, a long piece of cloth fastened about the waist with a belt. Part of the cloth was folded down over the belt to make it appear like it was two pieces of cloth. The fabric she wore was expertly draped around her body and slightly transparent.

Noting her build and physique, and the long back hair that hung to her back, I saved them to memory. All I had to do now was wait for the right time. I was less concerned about Jonas' speech, his voice fading into the air while I had my eyes focused on the target, biding my time as I patiently waited for the perfect moment to strike. 

"Champagne, sir?" A waiter walked right in front of me and smiled. 

My wolfside was itching to emerge and strangle the living daylight out of the idiot but I tamped it down. No matter what, I couldn't afford to lose my temper here.

"Get lost!" I  growled.The waiter, seeing the mood I was in, walked away without another minute to spare. I trained my eyes back to the target and discovered she had left. Cursing the stupid waiter who had distracted me earlier, I quickly brought my mouthpiece closer. "Stephan, do you still have eyes on the targ-

"Hey handsome," I felt someone run a finger over my shoulder. In a flash, I dropped the mouthpiece. Spinning around, my eyes fell on the young lady who had stood on the podium with her father. I recognized her because she was the only one wearing the transparent fabric with a mask on her face.

It was almost comical. We were looking for her, and here she was flying right into my arms. I played along, making sure I kept my voice low. "Handsome? How can you tell when I'm wearing a mask?" 

Her eyes raked over me and I could see the hunger in them. Moving closer to me, she pressed herself against me and gave a small laugh. "Your body tells me everything I need to know." I aImost shuddered, feeling disgust run through me. 

She was shamelessly throwing herself at me. It made my motive stronger. I faked a laugh, extricating myself from her unwanted embrace. "I see." 

"Do you mind if we dance a little or how about we go somewhere... quiet," She suggested, winking at me and pouting her lips. "It'll be much more fun I promise."

I nodded, all the while thinking, of how I would enjoy making her suffer. Shameless bitch.

She started off towards the back of the hall. "I'm not wearing any underwear," She whispered in what she thought was a sexy voice, motioning me to follow her.

"Drew, get ready," I said. This was going to be over soon. As I headed in her direction, a small crowd separated us. I cursed, afraid that I had lost her. I looked around frantically. And then I saw her in the distance, past the security guards.

I noticed her head for the room close to the exit route. Straining my eyes, I saw a flash of her jet black hair going over a bend. I knew she was moving towards the direction of our exit route where the car was parked. Without wasting any more time, I gave Stephan a signal to follow suit, making sure we weren't being followed. The area was semi dark, so I shifted into my wolf, ready to strike. I watched from a short distance as she raked her fingers over her hair and sighed. As silent as I could, I stealthily approached her. 

A twig crumpled under my feet, making her jump up in surprise. Her eyes widened. Even in the dark, I could see the fear in her eyes. As she opened her mouth to let out a scream, I grabbed her roughly, clapping a hand tightly over her mouth. Not too long after we got to the car, I shifted into my human form, nude. Then I blind folded her with a small piece of cloth, her struggling body making contact with me down below. Instant arousal surged through me, hardening my cock but I ignored the urge. I wanted to complete the task. 

I motioned to Stephan to throw her into the car, as I watched her scream and cry and struggle to escape his grip."Let's go," I ordered Drew as I got into the car. The girl still sat, shaking as she struggled to free herself. 

The sound of her sobs irritated me so I landed a heavy blow to her face to shut her up. As she fell unconscious, I exhaled. This had been easier than I expected. 

Feasting my eyes on the girl's now silent form, I tightened my knuckles, exhilarated. Now I could avenge my Ella to the fullest. For every single way they made her suffer, I would make Jonas suffer. When he saw the pain I would put his daughter through, then he'd feel the pain I had felt. And till then I wouldn't stop.It had only just begun.