All Chapters of His Captive, His Mate, His Queen : Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

~Alessandro~I should have done this sooner, I think, as I withdrew my canines from my mark, red liquid dripping onto her skin.Two holes were open by the crook of her shoulder, blood spilled, trailing downwards.I gulped, licking it up. It rolled down my throat as I hummed. It tasted like a rare delicacy of the finest kind. Scratch that. I struck my former thoughts out. I should do this more often.I could feel my wolf growl in approval. Even he was delighted, prowling the corners of my mind, restless, demanding to be let out. 'Not yet.' Throwing those words, I pushed him back into the recess of my mind.Finally, having peace.I looked down at her— my Ioana.Just then.Something shifted in the side of my vision. "You're shameless, you know that, right?" I drawled, my tone lazy, obviously well-fed, quirking a brow at him.He bristled, his jaw clenched, his chest heaved in unspent anger, but he couldn't do anything.He knew he couldn't.We both knew that.I chuckled."Nice try, diggin

~Gabrielle~“Arrgh!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, sweeping everything on the table off it, sending it tumbling to the floor, crashing with a resounding noise.But even as I watched them shatter and break from the impact, the raging flame in my chest didn't decrease. Instead, it went up higher, licking everything until they became ashes.My chest heaved, jaw clenched so hard my teeth would break. The sharpened end of my nails pierced into my palm, blood trickled out. I couldn't feel the pain; I was just too consumed with rage to feel anything else.'Why her?' I howled.'Why did you choose her?' I could feel my mind teetering to the brink of doom, on the verge of madness.I would have been a better option. My fingers twitched, the need to smash something arose in me.I spun, coming face to face with a mirror, and I was taken aback.'Is this… me?' I took a step closer and the woman in the mirror did. Bloodshot blue eyes, morbid pale skin under the tan, black eye bags, and lips set

~Gabrielle~ My ears rang. I staggered, disoriented, my cheeks stung from the slap. I cradled it, my eyes wide in disbelief as I stared at my father, partly in shock. "Dad… you slapped me?" The end of my words rose, turning it into a question. Dad's eyes flashed with guilt before he suppressed it. "Mind your words, young lady," he said through gritted teeth. He didn’t even offer an apology. Dad has never raised against me, not once. But now he had. It was Mom who reacted. "Herbert!" she screamed, gathering her skirt in her grasp. She ran towards me. "You raised your hand on our daughter!" She pulled me towards her, her face full of concern magnified in my eyes. "How dare you," she questioned Dad, who muttered something I failed to hear. He spun on his heels, storming out of the house. With him out of the picture, it was just both of us. Mom sighed. "Gabby," she called my nickname. "Let me see." I allowed her to remove my palm covering my cheeks, wincing when the breeze brushed