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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 7
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2025-03-08 01:34:05The command sent a shivering chill through every person in the room.
The servants hesitated, their eyes darting toward Emereah with silent pleas for mercy.
One of them—the oldest, a woman who had served Emereah's family since she was a child—fell to her knees.
"Alpha, please—"
Vladimir's glare snapped to her, and she ceased speaking immediately.
The nobles watched, entertained, some sipping their wine as if it were a play.
"Do not test my patience," Vladimir commanded.
The guards stepped forward, Emereah in their grasp by the arms.
They dragged her to her feet, the golden shackles ringing against the marble floor.
Her body protested. Pain tightened every movement, but she did not scream.
This is what he wants.
For her to beg.
To break.
To kneel at his feet and submit.
But she would rather die.
As they pulled her away, she shifted her head slightly—just enough to catch Vladimir's eye.
Her silver blaze merged with his golden rage.
And she smiled.
It was thin, scarcely noticeable.
But he saw it.
And his face grew hard.
This was only just starting.
The scorpion's venom burned like fire liquid on Emereah's skin.Her body jerked, pain creeping up her arm in searing waves, but still—she would not give in.
Her nails dug into the stone floor, her breath forcing itself out in sharp gasps as her muscles tensed under the poison.
But she did not beg.
Not yet.
"Tsk, tsk," Alexandria cooed, circling her like a predator savoring its prey. "You’re trembling, slave. Does it hurt?"
Emereah’s lips parted, but no words came. The agony stole her breath, her voice.
Alexandria smirked.
"Not talking?" She tilted her head. "How about now?"
She stomped her heel down on Emereah’s hand—crushing the wound, shoving the venom deeper.
A shriek of agony ripped from Emereah’s throat.
"AHHHH!" Her body arched, the shout raw and filled with pain.
The other slaves cringed, some covering their ears, their faces running tears.
"Please, stop!" one of them wailed. "She can't take any more!"
"She can." Alexandria's tone was unnserving calm, her gaze on the trembling girl beneath her. "And she will."
Emereah's breathing hitched, her chest heaving rapidly as sweat filmed on her white skin.
Her vision blurred, black spots moving at the edge.
Her body screamed to succumb.
Her will would not.
"Y-You…" Her voice scraped, barely audible. "You call yourself… a Luna… and yet you… act like a coward."
Alexandria stiffened.
The venom spilled into her ears like poison.
"You dare insult me?" Alexandria's fists hardened.
Emereah struggled through the waves of pain wracking her to bring a weak, mocking smile to her lips.
Alexandria's fingers gnawed into her cheek, pushing Emereah's head into hers."I should have your tongue removed for that," she spat.
"Do it."
Emereah's weak voice had a sharp edge of defiance.
A flash of something black and evil passed across Alexandria's eyes.
"Fine."
An order issued-and the guards knocked Emereah down, twisting her arms behind her back. Alexandria pulled out a knife from her belt, the glint of the blade shining dimly in the torchlights. The slaves gasped, their faces twisted in shock and horror. "No! Oh, my lady!" one pleaded.But Alexandria's face was set, unyielding.
She grasped Emereah's hair in her hand, spinning her head around.
The knife was thrust against Emereah's lips. "Maybe I should take that tongue of yours away Emereah," Alexandria panted, her breath in the hollow of Emereah's cheek. "Wouldn't that be beautiful? The princess who fell—silent. Helpless."Emereah's breathing was labored, her body trembling with pain and exhaustion.
But—she laughed.
A harsh, bitter sound.
It made them all shiver.
Even Alexandria stumbled.
"You think you scare me?" Emereah gasped, silver dancing in her eyes even as they overflowed with tears. "Do it, Alexandria. Do something your precious Alpha won't. Kill me. Finish it."
Silence.
The knife lingered—tip against her lower lip, glistening line of blood.
Alexandria's hand trembled.
Something passed over her face—anger, yes, but something else too.
Frustration.
Why?
Because she knew Vladimir wouldn't allow it.
He didn't wish to kill Emereah.
Not yet.
Alexandria's hands were clenched in her own fist, trembling with rage.And then—
Breathless with rage, she flung the dagger wide of the chamber, its blade shattering against the stone walls.
"You're above the law because he hasn't killed you yet?" Alexandria spat.
She pressed Emereah's jaw, nails deep into her flesh hard enough to bruise.
"He will. And I'll be there when he does," Alexandria panted, her voice full of menace. "And I will smile when your body is left for the crows."
She finally let her go, stepping back as Emereah stretched out before her, panting for air.
Weak. But not broken.
Alexandria fumed with rage.
"Leave her," she snarled at the guards. "Let her rot in her own pain."
She turned on her heel, her blood aflame with fury.
She needed to speak to Vladimir.And she needed to get him to realize that keeping this useless slave around was a mistake.
As she stormed out, the heavy door creaked shut, darkness and silence falling once more over the room.
A slave hurried to support Emereah, holding her barely-conscious form.
"My lady—"
Emereah flinched.
"Don't… call me that," she gasped weakly. "I am not… a lady anymore."
Then—she let the shadows claim her at last.
Alexandria's fists were clenched.Emereah.
Even to this day, even a slave, she was still in the way.
Still in the way of her and Vladimir.
But Alexandria would not have it so.
Not yet awhile.
When Emereah awoke, her body howled with pain.The pain was everywhere.
Her head reeled, her throat hurt, and the searing thrumming in her hand doubled her over.
She was out of the slave quarters. The room was dimly lit, warmed more than ice prisons."Tell me the truth, little wolf," he panted. "Do you want to live?"
Her lips were tight.
He grinned at her reluctance.
"Aha. Fight still in you, then?"
He grasped a silver goblet—a new one than last time. This one, he held out to her.
Water.
Something soft—a bed—was beneath her.
This was not correct.
She should not be here.
A shadow fell over her.
"Awoke already?"
Vladimir.
His golden eyes regarded her like a wolf regarding a wounded doe.
Emereah attempted to raise herself up—a blunder.
Pain struck her, her body jerking brutally as she crashed back down upon the pillows.
A low chuckle.
"Still so obstinate."
Her jaw tightened.
"Why… Her voice was tense, brittle. "Why am I here?"
Vladimir leaned his head to one side, weighing how much he was going to tell her.
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Vladimir leaned forward, his lips grazing the rim of her ear."So what will it be, little wolf?"There was a silence.A crushing, smothering silence.Then—"Fine."The single word slipped off her lips on a sigh—defeated, but also inflected with poison.Vladimir smiled to himself, pleased.He released her chin, inclining his head as he gazed at her with sinful mirth."Good girl."His fingers danced across her wrist for one final moment before releasing, as if already triumphant.For he had.For now.But Emereah knew one thing—This wasn't over.This was only the start of a much deadlier game.She crouched broken, weak, her body shuddering with fatigue. The weight of Vladimir's presence bore down on her like an intangible force, crushing, unstoppable.And then—"Don't use them against me."Her voice cracked.Tears rose in her silver eyes, spilled down her battered cheeks as she shook beneath his stare. She never begged before. Not ever.But now—"I beg you… please."A pause for silence.
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The castle walls creaked under the darkness of night. Thicker, more suffocating silence wrapped itself around the room where Emereah lay—her life hanging on by threads.The poison of the scorpion still seared in her veins. The welts of her lashings festered. Her throat was sore from weeping.But she wept for no one but her people.For the ones she couldn't save. For the ones Vladimir had threatened to kill. For the ones who still believed in her."I should have died."The door slammed open without warning.Her heart stopped.And there he was—Vladimir.Clad in his dark royal cloak, his golden eyes sparkled with something far more sinister than anger. Cruel amusement.He strode toward her as if stalking prey."Get up."Emereah barely had the strength to move. Her body ached, her limbs limp, her head pounding with dryness."I… can't…"She croaked, barely over a whisper.Vladimir tsked."I did not query whether you could. I commanded you to get up."Her body refused. Her legs trembled ben
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As the stench of burned flesh clung to the dripping castle walls, echoing with every suffering whimper that came after screams had once led the way. The hurt persisted.Alexandria loomed over the fractured shape of Emereah, her fingers sticky with the ferocity she had created. The branding iron had a glowing ember still in her palm. The hot metal in the bucket at her side cooed low, its potential victim still untold.However, something was… missing.Alexandria had longed to discover Emereah broken beyond repair, to watch her soul reduce to dust. And yet—those silver eyes still burned with rebellion.It infuriated her.Sneering, she seized a cruel grip on Emereah's jaw, her fingernails raking over Emereah's bruised skin."Why. Won't. You. Break?" she spat, her grip growing tighter.Emereah's lips shook, but she went on to draw a quivering, gasping laugh."Disappointed?" she panted, her voice a mere whisper.Alexandria's eyes blazed. She was. And it made her furious.She pulled Emereah'
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The walls of the dungeon kept the echoes of pain, confining them in the stone like screams from the damned.Vladimir observed closely, his golden eyes sparkling as Emereah's body twitched with the raw pain coursing through her flesh.He applied the still-smoldering rag deeper into the burns, relishing the pained gasp that escaped her lips.A rich, shuddering noise.But still—not enough.She hadn't screamed.Not quite.Not in a way that would please him."Do you have any idea what I hate the most, little wolf?" Vladimir pondered, his tone so close to normal. His fingers brushed over the rim of the brand, following the mark Alexandria had burned into her shoulder.Her muscles flexed under his touch, but she did not respond.That resistance—it made him shiver.He smiled."I hate hope," he whispered. "I hate the idiots who hold on to it, hoping it will miraculously save them."He drew closer, his hot breath on her shivering lips."But you have no hope, Emereah."His grip around her injure
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"Touch what is mine, not." Emereah's voice was cracked like lightning. Bare slaps resounded as she barefooted it across the marble, but she appeared to be volcanic, she was so immovable. "You do not lay hands on what is mine."Gossips spread like fire consuming dry ground."Your Lady Emereah—" the Beta began."I am Luna," she mocked him, her eyes iced with fire-like frost. "Say my title correctly, or farewell to tongue."The Beta bowed forthwith, droplets of perspiration at temples. "Yes, Luna."Vladimir had had his fill at last.He stood, deep, commanding voice. "Emereah. With me. At once."Her eyes stabbed him. The fire faded—but lingered. "Why? To protect her?""Now."Her jaw was clenched. And then, like a sulky mollified child who scorned anything but a precious toy, she walked to his side and curled her fingers around his. She clung like ivy—slow, elegant, stifling.They moved silently through the castle corridors until the doors to their own room softly creaked shut behind them.
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"Did she attempt to persuade you to leave?""Yes."She spun around."And what did you reply?""I said I won't.""Did you enjoy your little conversation?" she asked gently."Emereah—"She spun about, anger dancing in her eyes. "Don't say my name like that. Like a child having a tantrum. Like I had no idea what was happening."He hesitated. "Nothing is happening."She laughed with acid venom. "Liar.""Emereah—""Liar!" she yelled, and the mirror she stood before vibrated, the glass groaning across its image like a wound.Vladimir's wolf stiffened.Her magic had never been so strong before. Not even in combat.She moved towards him warily, shaking with rage. "And what is Helena to you, Vladimir?" Her voice was husky, deadly. "Once, you had Alexandria. Your beautiful Alexandria. The one you locked up in your dungeon but cherished in your heart.""That's not true—""And now it's Helena. Helena with her whispers. Her history. Her devotion. You let her speak to you as if I didn't exist!""He
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The air was heavy with heat and quiet peril, encased in gold firelight and silk blankets that curled around them like snakes. Emereah slept peacefully, a gentle breathing on Vladimir's skin, her arm taken possessively thrown over his chest.He hadn't stirred. Not for hours.His hand stayed lightly on her spine, but his mind seethed like a storm beneath the surface.Each breath she took pressed her bare skin against his ribs, and each second felt heavier than the last. His wolf—so often wild and sure—paced inside him now, anxious. Conflicted.Because he hadn’t imagined it.She’d meant every word.“I’ll kill them all…”And not with the detachment of a queen defending her claim—but with a child’s desperate fury. Like someone who'd lost too many things, too many people, and finally snapped.He breathed slowly and moved his eyes to the window.There, beyond the ice-encrusted glass, the moon hung low. Pale. Watching.A sharp knock shattered the quiet.Then another. Louder."Your Majesty!" G
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The sunbeam stroked the velvet drapes with a gentle touch, and gold stripes fell away on the bed where Vladimir lay. The morning calm was sacred—but Emereah had already awakened, much sooner than the sun would cross the hills.She was regarding him.Nestled next to him in slumber, her palm lay upon his bare chest, fingers tracing patterns in the air above the runes inked over his skin. Her eyes did not blink. They burned with feverish intensity, a passion bordering on madness. "Mine." The words were a breathless whisper of awe. "You're mine."Vladimir stirred. His brows furrowed as her voice pulled him from sleep.What time is it?" he whispered drowsily.Emereah's lips grazed his shoulder. "It doesn't matter. I won't waste a single second without you."He shifted to the side, keeping her gaze. Something was amiss—something too raw, too frantic. It annoyed him for a moment. But then she kissed him, and the uncertainty disolved into nothing."Last night," she breathed. "You gave me lif
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He buried his face in her pussy and fully dedicated himself to taking her to orgasm. The Alpha licked the blade of his tongue up and down her vulva slowly. He left a string of whispy kisses on her clit, then rimmed it with his tongue. Emereah threw her head back and groaned. With his lips still on her, He inserted a finger into her cunt. She was tight and wet. Vladimir's dick pounded to slam her against the desk, but he was determined to get Emereah off first. He inched one finger in and out slowly, and then added another. When he hit the rough sweet spot, he curled his fingers, tickled it with his fingertips, and in the process, licked her clit. Emereah gasped and the whole of her body hardened it was the first time she experienced such. She looked at the smile of Vladimir."Do not play games with me and be gentle my Alpha," she admonished."My love, I dare not and I will be soft my luna."Emereah slapped Vladimir's face back down once more, and he was more than willing to comply. He
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The moon rode high—silver and watchful—casting a chill gleam upon Vladimir's private quarters' obsidian walls. There was a fire in the hearth, sputtering like muffled mirth. Silk drapes rippled on the unseen wind. And at the center of the great bed, draped in sheets of blood-red velvet, sat Emereah—still, waiting.She was clothed in nothing but a gossamer mantle of gold, the leftovers of ritualistic robes cast off by invisible slaves at the bidding of the sorcerer. Her hair cascaded in waves of red down her spine, her skin glowing faintly with the remains of the spell. Her eyes—blue pale ones—were the oddest of all, however. Still. But unempty.Vladimir entered, his robe half-open, his gaze locked on her as if she were the world and all its stars. He stopped a few paces away from the bed and looked at her."Do you know what tonight is, my Luna?" he whispered.Emereah nodded once. "Our bond night."His lips curled. "Yes. Our final seal. After this… no magic can undo what we become.".
