Ballerina Odette Novels & Stories

"Anyone from the Rossi family will do. Either one." The words closed around my throat like a familiar grip. Memories from my first life surged forward so sharply I tasted iron. The recollection of bones snapping in my legs jolted me fully awake. I stepped back and spoke plainly, leaving no room for argument. "I'm not accepting the invitation." In my first life, I had heard those same words—anyone will do—and mistaken them for a private signal from Lorenzo. I dressed without hesitation and went to the theater. After the ballet performance, Lorenzo proposed. I received what I believed I wanted and became the Donna.

She ended the call, setting the phone down with deliberate ease. Katya grinned. “Oh, I do love when men think they’re in control.” Annika snorted. “Are you actually going?” Odette met her gaze, a slow smirk forming. “Oh, I’m going.” The train depot was deserted, its skeletal remains looming against the dark Moscow skyline. Snow crunched beneath Odette’s boots as she stepped past rusted tracks and broken metal beams. She was alone. Or at least, she appeared to be. Hidden in the surrounding darkness, Katya’s men were watching. Waiting.

I murmur, unable to keep my own lips from twitching upward, “I tried.” “I think you succeeded.” Odette laughs, reaching her hand up to shake Lila’s. “Hello, my darling.” She greets my pup with the same overabundance of love she showed me when I first arrived on their doorstep, and I feel a rush of appreciation for this woman unlike any I’ve felt before. “I’m Odette.” Unusually shy, Lila buries her face in my neck, hiding despite Odette’s warmth. I sway on the spot, crooning as I rub her back, “It’s alright, angel.” I promise. “I know there have been a lot of changes today.”

She looked more like a succubus. Odette, on the other hand, was a true breath of fresh air. Her face was so lightly painted. For the first time, she was wearing pink lipstick with glitter. The short dress stopped mid-thigh, exposing the curves not even Starliss nor I have. I knew Odette had a body to worship, but I didn't know it was this much. She had hips. It was also her first time wearing heels that weren't boots. Her face had changed so much that I wished she would maintain the light version of her forever.

She was pretty, but her cold blue eyes reminded me of Carmen; the way she looked at me showed contempt and envy, even though I was her sister. I swallowed hard, knowing that this was not a friendly visit like the others I had received so far. “So you’re Alpha Maddox’s bride? A wolfless” she asked, and there was a mocking tone when she said bride. I approached, not really getting close. “Who would I be talking to?” The woman gave a mocking laugh, those accompanying her looking at me as if I were a fool. “So it seems Maddox didn’t tell you about me,” she teased. “I’m Odette, Maddox’s first mate.”

So I walked inside the room and I slammed the door closed. “I knew you’d find a way to get us to be together. Even if you did have to fake this whole interrogation bullshit.” Odette said. And when she turned around, the smirk dropped from her face and she stood there frozen. She slowly turned the tap off and I threw her a towel. “Get dressed.” I demanded. So she got out of the shower and she quickly dried herself and she put her slutty dress on again and picked up her high heels.

“The rumours are really sketchy, nobody really knows.” “What is your hypothesis?” “It has something to do with Adam and a possible love triangle,” she says as-a-matter-of-factly. Arla is one of the best ballet dancers in our school right behind Cleo and I. She was always the odd one because of her outspoken personality. She feared nobody, not even Ms. Azizen. She did not entangle herself with gossips though and tried not to draw too much attention to herself. She is not the conventional beauty; there is nothing striking or attractive about her. She has short hair that can barely be pulled into a bun, average brown eyes and average lips—not too plump or too thin. Her build is not a ballerina’