All Chapters of His Captive, His Mate, His Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Ioana~ "Ioana Blackmoon." From afar, I could hear the melodious voice like tingling bells; my name was being called. I jolted, hastening up, pulling the washed white coat—the best coat I owned—over my shoulders. Luckily, I was able to escape and make it on time. I heaved a tiny sigh of relief. Some hours ago, my sister, Gabrielle, had shoved me into the punishment room, locking it as she giggled, ignoring my pleadings. I knew her goal was to make sure I missed tonight. Tonight was the Full Moon Appreciation Day. Previously, it was to count our blessings and be thankful, but now it was a day to publicly acknowledge the mate bond. She had been spiteful ever since she discovered I’d found my mate, but she hadn’t found hers yet. My breath hitched in my throat, joy bubbling upwards. The mate bond… or mate, my second half, my secret crush, and the Alpha's son, Ramon Redmoon, I had buried in my heart, never knowing or even dreaming he was the one the moon goddess had set aside for me

~Ioana~ 'I want them to pay!' That's all that echoed in my mind over and over again. All my life I've suffered, oppressed for something I've never had control of. Without thinking, a change took place—claws grew out, replacing my chipped nails. A guttural growl tore from my lips, low and powerful. Kicking off the ground, I charged, launching towards them. I could see it—my sister's eyes widened in astonishment and horror. Ramon's smirk fell off his face, becoming solemn. An ungodly trill went down my spine. That look—I loved it. I wanted more. Maybe I had run mad—but at this point, I didn't care. I channeled everything into that attack. But when I was a hair’s breadth away from them, my claws nicking Ramon's face, drawing a line of blood, our eyes clashed—crazy hazel on brown. Hands gripped onto me, latching onto my limbs, dragging me down from mid-air, sending me crashing on the ground with a thud, raising dust up. Pain shot up my limbs. Hands and feet rained down on me with

~Ioana~ “Over there!” A shout came from behind me. My breath came out in hurried pants, my heart pounded in my chest like the drums of war. Twigs snapped, crushed under the weight of something. I cursed under my breath, swerving to the side just in time for a shadow to flicker past my vision, followed by a crash. ‘How could this happen?’ I sucked in a large breath, steeling myself. ‘Keep running, Ioana. Don't look back no matter what you do,’ I muttered. The fear fueled my legs to keep running, dashing through the forest. I ducked. A net flew through the air, snapping at nothing. “Wolf traffickers,” I whispered in horror. ‘Damn it, if I knew there were wolf traffickers hunting in the forest today, I wouldn’t have come even if I had to cling to the leg of that high-nosed elder,’ blaming my bad luck. ‘There’s nothing I could do.’ Just then, I skid to a halt. A bush rustled. One… two… three… multiple shadowy figures came out from nowhere, their glowing eyes locked on me. A shiver

~Ioana~This wasn't how I envisioned everything to be. I shifted a little, leaning against the cold walls behind me.At least, never in my life had I imagined that I'd have to deal with this—being locked up by who—no, by what I thought was my mate.Memories of him, his chilly eyes hiding an ongoing storm, hands grabbing at me, pulling me from the bed. My pitiful defiance was crushed and torn away like fragile paper.His men had dragged me away at his orders, while I, on the other hand, as pathetic as I was, could do nothing. Everything ached in ways I couldn't explain, including my heart.And now, as I rested my back once more against the chilling stone wall, my arms went around my knees, wrapping around them, and my head rested on my knees, which dug uncomfortably into my cheeks. The clanking of the chain echoed through the gloomy cells with every shift. I once more realized, 'Fate hates me.' I let out a wry smile. There wasn't any solid proof, but everything I've experienced seemed

My hands slid across the smooth satin bedsheets, coming back to myself. My fingers fiddled with the ridiculously thin straps of the scandalous nightwear, which slipped off my shoulders every second, its harlot red contrasting against my skin.The room was familiar, yet at the same time, odd. It bore a striking similarity to the one I was in last time, except it held a softness—a warmth the other didn't.I don't know exactly how I got here.I could remember faintly how it started.It was hours ago.One moment, I was still curled in on myself, resting my head on my knees, fighting against the chill and the darkness that seeped deep into my bones, teeth rattling in response.And the next moment, the door swung open. A stern-faced guard barked, "Get up," grabbing me by the arm, harshly yanking me up, sending me staggering across, barely keeping my footing—much to the guard’s total disregard.The commander of the guards, his medals shingling with every step, gave me a cold, disdainful star