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Chapter Twelve

작가: Violet Kingston
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-22 20:27:30

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    Seventy nine

    Aria – POVThe road back to Crescent was made of ghosts.Every bend in the path, every whisper of wind through the trees carried something with it—memories I hadn’t asked for. Pain I hadn’t buried deep enough. And still, we rode forward, the old wagon creaking beneath us, pulled by a pair of weathered horses that seemed to understand the weight of our silence.I sat curled against Xavier, his arm draped carefully around my shoulders, his other hand resting on my thigh like he needed the grounding as much as I did. The trees passed in a blur. The sun stretched long shadows across the dirt, and I couldn’t tell if it was the baby or the dread sitting heavy in my stomach.“They’re not going to let us in,” I whispered.Xavier’s jaw ticked. He didn’t look at me. “They don’t have to. I’m not asking.”There it was again—that edge to him. Not rage, exactly. Not coldness either. Something sharper. Cleaner. Like steel forged in loss and love and the kind of fire that doesn’t burn out.“You think

  • Falling for Her Ruthless Captor    Seventy eight

    Tristan – POVI didn’t hear the footsteps until they were close.Heavy. Familiar. Final.My father’s boots stopped a few feet away, the crunch of gravel under his heel echoing like a death sentence. I didn’t look up. Couldn’t.The blood had dried on my hands. On her dress. On the stone beneath us.Still, I held her.Still, I hoped the warmth would come back.The silence stretched between us like a blade.Then—“Tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”My jaw clenched so hard I thought I’d break it.“Tristan.”Slowly, I lifted my head.The expression on Alpha Dorian’s face wasn’t rage. Not yet. It was something worse.Disappointment.He looked at Lily, then back at me. His eyes darkened like a storm cloud building over a city already in ruins.“You killed her,” he said flatly.“No.” My voice cracked, raw and scraped from the inside. “No, I—she fell. I didn’t mean—”“She fell?” he repeated. “Did she trip on your temper?”I flinched like he’d struck me.“I didn’t push her. Not really. I j

  • Falling for Her Ruthless Captor    Seventy seven

    Tristan – POVThe calm didn’t last.Of course it didn’t.Peace has always been a boring time for me—something you steal in the dark and pray the gods don’t notice.Lily stood in front of the fire later that night, arms crossed, her silhouette sharp against the flickering light. The warmth touched her hair, painting it gold, but her expression could’ve frozen the whole room.“I’m not leaving, Tristan.”Again.I rubbed a hand over my face. “We’ve been over this.”“Yeah, and I still said no.”“You’re not safe here.” My voice came out low, clipped. “The rebellion—Xavier’s wolves, the rogues—they’re coming back. This manor is a tomb waiting to happen.”“Then let it,” she said simply. “I’m not going to run just because it’s convenient for you to pretend I don’t exist.”I slammed my fist on the table, hard enough to rattle the goblets. “Dammit, Lily!”Her eyes sparked. “There he is. The great Alpha Tristan. Always so noble until someone tells him no.”“I’m trying to protect you!”“No,” she s

  • Falling for Her Ruthless Captor    Seventy six

    Tristan – POVThe laughter died fast.I looked at Lily—really looked. She stood there with one hand pressed over her belly like it was already a shield, like she already knew what was coming. Her eyes were bright, fierce, but they flickered—uncertainty in the face of the storm that was about to break.I felt it rise in me. The old instinct. The alpha in my bones. Cold. Calculated. Cruel, if it had to be.I rose from the chair slowly.“This can’t happen.”Her brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”I didn’t flinch. “The pregnancy. You have to end it.”Silence.Then—“You’re joking,” she said, stepping forward. “Tell me you’re joking.”“I’m not,” I said flatly. “Lily… you’re a maid. You clean up after bloodstained warriors. You fetch water and wipe dishes and vanish into the walls when nobles walk past. You think this is what a royal heir looks like? You think the Crescent bloodline will survive on peasant hands and moonlit accidents?”Her mouth dropped open, like I’d just slapped her.And maybe I

  • Falling for Her Ruthless Captor    Seventy five

    Aria – POVI used to think the war would be the hardest part.That if we could just survive it—if I could survive it—then everything after would feel like peace. Like breath. Like something soft and warm and real. But survival is a strange kind of victory. It comes with ghosts, with scars that don’t always show up on skin.And silence.The kind that stretches deep and wide between two people who love each other too much to speak first.That’s how Xavier looked tonight, as he sat across the fire from me—like a man trying not to fall apart under the weight of everything he couldn’t say.But he stayed.Gods, he stayed.And it should’ve been enough. Should’ve made my heart settle instead of thudding like a war drum every time he looked away, every time the flames threw shadows across his face and I saw the crown that might’ve been sitting just behind his eyes.He’s still thinking about it.Still chasing it in his mind even as his body stayed here—on our dirt, with our people, and the chil

  • Falling for Her Ruthless Captor    Seventy four

    Xavier – POVThe fire cracked behind us, throwing sparks into the night air, but Aria’s silence burned hotter than the flames.She hadn’t spoken since the scouts returned—with word that the Crescent Pack’s lands had been left in a power vacuum. That no heir remained. That the seat once stolen by Tristan now sat empty.Waiting.Calling.And I felt it.That pull.Like my blood was no longer content to stay still. Like it remembered its home.I stood with my arms crossed, boots planted firmly in the dirt as if to anchor myself. The wind pulled at the edges of my coat, and Aria just stood there across from me—arms wrapped around herself, eyes hard and glinting with something close to fear.“I have to go,” I said finally, the words cracking the silence like thunder.“No, you don’t,” she shot back instantly, sharp and sure, like the idea alone was a sin.I stepped forward. “Aria—”“No,” she snapped, louder this time. “Don’t say it again. Don’t you dare say you need to go there. Not after ev

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