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Chapter Twelve

Aвтор: Violet Kingston
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Xavier's pov

I stood tall in the heart of the dense woods, the fresh breeze of nature enveloping me like a long-lost friend, its cool touch caressing my skin while the towering trees swayed gently overhead, their leaves rustling softly. But beneath this serene facade, my mind was a chaotic whirlpool of turmoil and restlessness. Each passing day felt like an agonizing eternity without Aria by my side. My thoughts were utterly consumed by her - the sound of her laughter ringing in my ears, the memory of her radiant smile lighting up the darkest corners of my heart, and the enchanting scent that lingered in the air like a sweet melody.

My plans were set; I was determined to visit her pack and claim her as my own. Yet the words of my confidant, Asher, echoed relentlessly in my mind:

“Xavier, it’s better you don't strike when the pack expects you to strike. Let Tristan forget that he had claimed your mate before you act.” His advice was logical and strategic, cleverly designed to tip the
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  • Falling for Her Ruthless Captor    Chapter Twenty seven

    Aria povTears streamed down my cheeks like a relentless waterfall, each drop a testament to the anguish ripping through my soul. I watched in horror as Xavier and Asher were dragged away, their feet scraping against the cold stone floor as alpha Tristan's guards hauled them towards the dungeon. My heart was shattering into a million pieces, each shard piercing my skin like a thousand knives."No, no, no," I breathed, each word heavy with desperation, as I shadowed their movements. My legs quivered beneath me, threatening to crumble at any moment. This wasn't the way it was supposed to unfold. Xavier, my mate—the one whose spirit intertwined with mine—wasn't meant to endure this torment. We had envisioned a life where we faced our battles hand in hand, drawing strength from one another against any adversity.Yet here I was, helplessly witnessing him being dragged away, the distance between us stretching like an insurmountable chasm. With every painful step he took farther from me, I f

  • Falling for Her Ruthless Captor    Chapter Twenty Six

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