Semua Bab THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE: Bab 11 - Bab 20

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.

Her breath hitched as she reached Vladimir’s chamber. The heavy oak doors loomed before her, guarded by two of his most loyal men.“Let me through,” she demanded.The guards stiffened but stood firm.“Alpha has requested privacy,” one muttered.“I am his fiancée,” Alexandria hissed, her voice low and lethal. “Step aside… or you’ll answer for it.”The guards hesitated. One gave the other a warning look before reluctantly opening the door.There he was-Vladimir. Standing beside the bed, gazing out the window. But not Emereah that got Alexandria's blood running hot. It was Vladimir. The way his eyes stayed on her. The way his fingers swept a strand of sweat-drenched hair off Emereah's face moments ago."No. no, no." Alexandria's heart thundered."You're watching her," she growled, her voice trembling with fury.Vladimir scarcely moved his head. "Do you have some reason for coming here?""There's always a reason when my Alpha gets her hands on a slave like she's some breakable trophy!" Al

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

Vladimir's breathing was in ragged, gasping gusts. His muscles screamed, his golden eyes blazing with something he never thought he'd ever experience.Fear.The great hall—the very heartbeat of his victory, his power—was collapsing around him. Pillars crumpled, the once-magnificent banners of the Red Crescent Moon Pack ablaze.And amidst it all—She stood.Emereah.The woman he had provoked, the woman he had beaten, tormented, and intimidated into submission.She was no longer fractured.She was no longer vulnerable.She was vengeance incarnate.And the white fire danced around her like a living thing, nipping at her flesh but never touching. She had been made invulnerable—a goddess born in fire and pain and fury.Vladimir's men were dead.All of them burned.Only the servants of the Silverfang Pack slunk in corners, eyes awestruck with fear.Among the battle-trained warriors—one who had fought together with her father—fell onto his knees. His voice trembling, he barely whispered, "Th

Emereah spat blood onto the chilled stone, her silver eyes blazing like molten stars."I am still standing."A jaw muscle flexed in Vladimir's face."Not for long."He attacked.They assembled like war gods—fire and darkness, fury and destruction.Steel shrieked as their swords clashed, their strikes savage and relentless. Sparks flew like fireflies, a killing tempest radiating from them. The earth trembled under their fury, fissures cleaving the stone.Vladimir's breathing was even, cold, controlled. Emereah's was harsh, driven by something unbreakable, unstoppable.Vladimir smiled, taking advantage. "Do you know your father's dying words?"Emereah's attack stuttered—half a second too slow.Vladimir's eyes sparkled, and he attacked, sending her back. "He begged."No.Her blood burned with fire. She attacked—harder, faster, brutal."Shut up."Vladimir sidestepped, golden eyes laughing. "He begged for your life, little wolf. Before I slit his throat."The world exploded.Rage ignited.