All Chapters of His Captive, His Mate, His Queen : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Alessandro~Huu. I exhaled, the air turning white before my eyes."If there's nothing else, we would take our leave," I thundered, tugging on our entwined arms. I walked away, a pattering of footsteps followed after me."How do you do that?" a breathy voice asked. I eyed her from the corner of my eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with an unusual vitality—She looked different? Somehow? But I shoved the question away, instead answering her."Do what?" I slowed my pace, while she slowed down from her trot to a walk. As we walked side by side, her shoulder occasionally touched my elbow."Like… make all of them listen to you… and respect you, sometimes even if the elders don't seem to love it—" she cut off her words, sneaking a look at my face."Continue." That was all I had to say before she continued."I'm trying to do that, but I freeze up, a-and…" trying to find the right words, she looked around."You can't think, or it comes out the opposite of what you imagined?" I inserted, ve

~Ramon~For the first time, I couldn't recognise the man seated before me. I shook my head, repulsion twisting my stomach into tangles. I wanted to throw up.But I managed to squeeze out, "Do you know what he wanted to use her for?"For the first time, my father averted his gaze, and that's how I knew it could never be something good.Yes, there was peace without her, but the price of that peace was bought with her suffering — it was too expensive."No, no," I shook my head. The world spun. I staggered backwards, holding onto the wall to steady myself. 'How would she have felt? Betrayed? Angry?' I couldn't imagine. The hollowness in my heart throbbed.Father stood up, his chair screeched backwards."Ramon, don't look at me like that. It was necessary at that point. Prince Radu gave us things in exchange for it.""You traded a wolf for gifts, Father. How do you sound so okay with that? Are her parents e

~Ioana~From behind me, I could feel it—the slight curve of his lips, a ghost of a smile probably."I'm so happy…" he whispered against my skin.But I wasn’t. I shut my lips, remaining silent.His arm released my waist only to snake around my wrist. He pulled me backwards."Ramon, I know you must have passed through a lot this period…" commenting on his almost ragged looks. Ramon, who had always paid attention to his physical grooming, paused before continuing."And I know you must be exhausted…" my voice soft and gentle, trickling into his ears.We got closer to the entrance—my once silent piece of haven began to look like the gaping jaws of a python, its fangs glistening in the dark, just waiting for me to enter."Why don't we reschedule this meeting… maybe we can fix another time," urgency crept into my voice.But apparently, even that was a bad idea. He jerked suddenly, tugging harshly on my arm. A groan left my lips, crashing into his back."You want me to leave, don't you?" his

~Ioana~It seems my words have really irked you; that wasn’t my intention. He stood up, went around the table, and came up to me, his head bent, eyes like liquid chocolate, towering over me, slowly enveloping me. It wrapped around my skin, inch by inch.It didn’t have the oppressive feeling like a predator staring at you, but like I was under a warmth, the good kind.He held onto the arm of my chair, the veins on his arm bulging out, softly pushing the chair forward, its cushion gently nudging me. "The soup is getting cold, Queen. Don’t you want to have a... taste?" He stared straight at me.My gaze flickered to the bowl of soup. It wasn’t as enticing as the food hastily made by the kitchen on a random night when I’m craving it, but I gulped and sat down, folding my hands over my lap, fingers curled uneasily.Wouldn't he be sad if I walked away just like that? I swept my gaze over everything again. He just made all these for me— that would be rude, right?He smiled, leaving the chair.

~Ioana~'Okay Ioana, play it normal.' My teeth briefly sunk into my lips. Releasing it, I pulled the corners of my lips into a smile. "What do you think I'm doing?" I deflected, asking her a question instead. She shouldn't have seen anything, right? I don't think so... but... I couldn't remove the possibility. I waited with bated breath for her response, my fingers clenched the ends of my gown tighter and tighter.Thankfully, she said, "Did you perhaps have a nightmare? Or are you feeling stuffy?" She walked past me in a blur to the window. My heart skipped.'Nightmare? Why would I have one?' This was just too uncomfortable, that's all. Dismissing it, but my eyes glued to the piece of nightwear peeking out from under the bed."Strange," suddenly her voice came again. "I remember locking the window before I left. How come it's now open?"Oh no. Images flashed through my head. Wasn't that the window I had planned to sneak away through before remembering my room was on the 2nd floor? T