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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 21

Author: MIKS DELOSO
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Tethered as she was, they dragged her through the dark corridors in which her feet dragged over the cold stone, her body almost falling apart with the ceaseless pain and fatigue. The damp air in the place was stoked high with blood and suffering.

But she did not lower her head.

Not to them.

Not to him.

Her people's screams still tore through her soul.

"Alpha, please—"

"Stay strong, Princess—"

"We will endure—"

Their voices, even in pain, even in despair, did not shatter.

Neither would she.

But then—

Crack!

A new lash.

A new scream.

And this time, it was a child's.

Emereah jerked her head up.

The cell door shut with a resounding crash, the noise reverberating like a death knell.

Emereah stumbled to the floor, the golden chains pulling her down, their sadistic magic searing her flesh. As air quickly ran out of her burning throat, choking, and gasping in agony, the strength which they needed to escape from such pure suffocation appeared somewhere out in the distance.

She had suffered wo
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