Semua Bab Falling for Her Ruthless Captor : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Kyro’s PovI will make one thing very clear.I, Xavier BlackWood, do not believe in fairytales, soulmates or even fate.What I believe in is survival, strength, and putting all my enemies 6 feet under before they attempt the same on me.Romantic, isn't it?But when you're the Alpha of the most feared rogue pack in existence, you don't get to be soft. I didn't run the BlueMoon pack to be a cozy little family like those pampered fools in the CrescentMoon or RedBlood packs. My wolves were fighters, warriors who had been betrayed and abandoned by our so-called “civilized” brethren.And I was their king.A king with a kingdom made of blood and bones. The packs called me a monster, a beast, a cold-blooded murderer.And they weren't wrong at all.I rule my pack with fear, respect, and a healthy amount of violence. There were no elders in my pack to offer wise propositions, no alliances, not even treaties.The other packs wanted us dead and we return the favour with every seething interest

Aria’s PovDisaster was about to unfold. My family was coming for me and they were bringing war with them.****I nearly choked on my drink as Xavier revealed the news. “I'm sorry — who's waging war?”Xavier sighed, looking like he was about two seconds away from throwing something. “Your family.”I stared at him and blinked. “You're joking, right?”He was quiet.I pushed back my seat. “Why — I mean, why would my family — who made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with me — suddenly care that I was gone?”Unless…Realization hit me like a brick to the face. “Oh my God,” I gasped. “They're not coming for me. They're coming for the treaty.” Xavier didn't say anything again, which was the confirmation I needed.I let out a humourless laugh. “The only time my family ever gave a crap about me is when they realized their baby factory is gone? Wow.”Xavier moved and I didn't notice he'd been standing beside me. “If they come here, they won't take you. I won't let them take them.” “

Aria's povAs time went on, the once unbreakable bond between us began to fray, like threads unraveling from a worn tapestry. The magnetic pull I once felt from Xavier was diminishing, growing fainter with each passing moment. I could sense the distance between us expanding, an invisible chasm filled with silence and unshared thoughts. It became painfully clear that I was losing him, and with every fleeting connection, a piece of my heart felt left behind.I allowed Tristan to lead me into the building, since it was our damn wedding, I feel like strangling him at that moment. I looked up at his face, a smug smile stretching across his features, and an uncomfortable twist settled in my stomach. With a heavy sigh, I gathered my courage, clutching the delicate fabric of my gown, and strode forward with an air of majesty, my head bowed in an effort to shield my vulnerability.“Wow, she looks stunning,” someone in the crowd breathed, their admiration almost palpable.Yet, almost instantly

Xavier's povTwenty-seven hours. That was all it had taken for my entire existence to be turned completely upside down. Aria, the woman I had envisioned by my side for eternity, was now bound—mind, body, and soul—to that insufferable Tristan. A deep, simmering rage coursed through me, each pulse of anger mirroring the sharp pain radiating from my injuries.The healer, an older woman with gentle hands and a knowing expression, moved expertly over my battered body. She applied a soothing balm, its herbal scent filling the air around us. I winced as she tended to my wounds, each touch eliciting a blend of gratitude and agony. My mind raced back to the brutal confrontation with Aria's father and Tristan, a clash I had entered with reckless confidence and left paying the dreadful price of my underestimation.As I tried to gather my thoughts, the door burst open, and Asher strode in, his face tight with concern and urgency. “Xavier, I’ve got news,” he said, his voice low and laced with tensi

Aria pov I wrapped my towel snugly around my chest, the fabric comforting against my skin as I tossed the feathery pillow towards the far end of my mattress. I squatted to retrieve the other throw pillow, which had tumbled to the floor during my restless sleep. My gaze was directed upwards, not needing to focus on the ground beneath me. As I traced my fingers over the soft material of the pillow, I brushed against something unexpected—something light but oddly textured. Curiosity piqued, I lifted it, my heart pounding as realization hit me like a bolt of lightning: it was a woman’s underwear, carelessly discarded on my pristine bed. The sheer audacity of it sent a wash of outrage coursing through me; my face flushed with anger, and I could feel the adrenaline surging in my veins.“Who does this?! Who thinks they can just leave their dirty laundry here?” I muttered under my breath, the words dripping with fury. I felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption, and the offending item fou