Semua Bab His Captive, His Mate, His Queen : Bab 61 - Bab 69

~Ioana~⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains scenes of intense physical pain and emotional distress."Huu..."Hot air escaped my parted lips. I panted, my chest rising and falling with each breath."Easy there..." he said, his back turned to me. But his voice stuck, and my breath slowed.It was the calm before the storm.Then—A loud crack echoed through the forest. A scream tore through my lips. My teeth dug into my lips, drawing beads of blood. I'd lost count of how many bones had shifted in place. Each time, the pain seemed to resound and stack, becoming more unbearable.Before I could think further, it came again."Hmm," I groaned.Suddenly, I didn't want to shift anymore if this was what I'd have to face. Unbearable pain coursed through my veins. It was more than I had ever experienced. Sweat broke out on my forehead, the metallic tang of rust coating my lips from how deep my teeth had cut in."Ramon..." I croaked out, my voice hoarse. For a second, I couldn't believe—was that my vo

~Ioana~"Alessandro."Was that how his wolf looked like? Just like his humanoid form, he towered over me, muscles well outlined. My head cocked to the side. I wanted to get close to see—his black fur looked so soft, the way the wind carried it.I put one leg—no, one paw—before the other, silently chanting, step by step, right paw, left paw, cheering when I didn't stumble.Golden eyes followed me, trailing after my form with such intensity it made me bothered—but not in a bad way. In fact, a tiny part of me craved it.Not that I'll ever admit to it.He put one forelimb before the other, muscles contracted then released. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath just like I did.Then.A glimpse of something mischievous flickered through his eyes.Wait, mischievous? That couldn't be right… right?Alessandro let out a low growl. I swore my fur stood erect, zaps of electricity running through me."Do you know the next thing parents do after their pup has morphed and adapted?" he threw th

~Ioana~A force rested on my chest, it pressed down, quick then released, it happened for the second… third time.On my chest—but something was odd, it covered more than my chest, even my—'Huu.' My eyes snapped open, I woke up with a jolt, my stomach twisted immediately. I turned to my side, letting out water from my lungs, it stung.Coughing.My chest rose and fell with each breath.Before I could understand what happened, arms scooped me up from the ground, into warm embrace. That's when I realized how chilly my skin was against the surface of his skin.I took in deep, greedy breaths. "There, there," someone patted my back. My lashes fluttered, vision blurred into focus, but it wasn't crystal clear. Even the moon looked like a big fuzzy luminous ball. Turning my head to the side—My breath came out as a slight wheeze, but I could make out a figure some distance away from me, and another. I traced the arms holding me upward.Thump.My heart skipped. I couldn't make out his facial fe

~Ioana~"It must be hard being a queen…" he spoke with a sigh."Well…" my words hung awkwardly in the air. What could I say to such a statement? He brought the spoon to my lips and I sipped, little-by-little contemplating."It's not." Finally, I shook my head, denying.He gave me a long look. It seemed to contain a thousand words but he opted for, "I think it is. You were unconscious when they brought you in…" He placed the spoon down. "You didn't see the way they reacted even hours later while you were in a coma, like the heavens were about to crash."I chuckled, then coughed a couple of times. "Isn't that a good thing?" I smiled."It’s supposed to be—that is, if they were concerned about you it would have been touching."My heart dropped. I gave him a look. "What do you mean?" I replied drily, moving my eyes away."I mean what I said, Queen. No one asked for your well-being." He paused, cocked his head to the side. "Actually, they did but—" he shook his head, "it's different." He gr

~Ioana~ "A late night ball will be held, Your Majesty. We await your presence." That was what I woke up to hear. Like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, my mood fell into a trench. The messenger, probably seeing my expression—or probably didn’t care—gave a bow and walked right out of my room. "Wait—" I called out, but those short legs were faster than a bird taking flight in panic. She turned the corner and disappeared from view, leaving my thoughts to ring out in my head, ‘I can't dance.’ Weren’t balls for dancing? My head ached. I plopped down on the bed, my teeth sank into my lips, nervousness washing over me wave after wave. The mortifying image flashed through my head: a wide hall and I at the center, a person’s arm on my waist, he would twirl, the hem of my dress spreading round in a gorgeous circle, splashes of reds and white. Then, one foot over the other, m