Semua Bab Falling for Her Ruthless Captor : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Tristan's povI paced back and forth in the confines of my chamber, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet that lined the floor. Each step felt heavy, weighed down by a tempest of emotions swirling within me—anger, frustration, and an unsettling touch of worry. I couldn’t fathom how Lilly could have been so careless. My mind drifted to Aria’s icy response, her voice sharp and unyielding as she had threatened to dismiss anyone who dared to undermine her authority. It was hard to fault her; if I had been in her position, confronted with such reckless behavior, I likely would have exploded as well.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the guard entered, leading Lilly into my chamber. She looked disheveled, her usually pristine pink hair clips askew, and her wide, fearful eyes were brimming with an urgency that gave me pause. As soon as the guard stepped aside, she rushed towards me, her hands outstretched in a gesture of desperation.“Tristan, baby, I’m so sorry—” she began, but I cut

Aria povI eavesdropped on the guard's conversation in the corridor close to my door, their voices low and urgent. They were locked in a heated argument over their shifting duties at the gate, the tension palpable in the air. Curious, I peered through the peephole, my pulse quickening with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Fortunately, their attention remained focused on each other, allowing me a fleeting moment of solitude. With a deep breath, I hunched over, my fingers curling around the cool doorknob, and ever so quietly, I turned it. As the door creaked open just enough for me to slip through, I felt a surge of determination wash over me. I had resolved to see Xavier, consequences be damned.As I stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, my heart raced like a jackrabbit on overdrive. The guards continued their bickering, blissfully unaware of my impending escape. I suppressed a triumphant whoop, feeling like I had just orchestrated the heist of the century. My sneakers barely whispe

Tristan povI dipped my silver-tipped pen into the inkwell, the deep, rich black fluid gliding effortlessly onto the paper as I signed the final document on my polished mahogany desk with a flourish. The sound of the pen scratching against the page filled the otherwise silent room. "Submit all these documents and leave. I don't want any visitors," I instructed my gamma, a young man of unwavering loyalty, as I handed him the hefty stack of papers. He bowed slightly, his eyes reflecting a mix of respect and understanding, but just as he reached for the door, he hesitated, turning back to face me with a concerned expression etched on his features."Alpha Tristan, what about Luna Aria?" he asked, his voice tinged with caution and an undercurrent of worry.I frowned, my brows knitting together as I raised my gaze from the files cluttering my table. "Honestly, I haven’t seen her since daybreak," I confessed, my tone remaining neutral, though my mind raced with speculation. She’s upset with

Aria povI stepped quietly, my heart racing as I slipped into the shadows of the pack’s gathering, careful to avoid drawing any unwanted attention to myself. The air was thick with anticipation and the low murmurs of wolves in conversation echoed around me. Beta Elijah stood at the entrance, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. His piercing gaze swept over the crowd, sharp and calculated, as if he could sense every heartbeat in the vicinity. When our eyes locked, I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. A wave of panic washed over me, setting my nerves alight."Ah-ah, little wolf," Elijah drawled, a sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. His voice dripped with a mix of charm and menace, sending chills down my spine. "What do we have here?"With a subtle flick of his wrist, he signaled to the guards stationed nearby. They moved forward with fluid precision, their imposing figures accentuated by the dim moonlight filtering through the trees. My instincts kicked in, and

Aria povI traced my mattress in search of a pillow, feeling the soft fabric beneath my fingertips when suddenly I sensed a presence—someone was sitting on my mattress. Instinctively, I jumped to my feet, my eyes widening in shock.My heart raced wildly, a frantic animal pounding against my ribcage, as I stared at the shadowy figure. It took a moment for recognition to settle in as the figure came into focus. “Father? What in the world are you doing here?” My voice came out shaky, a mix of surprise and confusion.His unexpected presence in my room was jarring—my father only ventured into my space when absolutely necessary. He never entered without knocking or calling out, making this silent apparition feel more like a haunting than a visit. The suddenness of it sent a cold shiver crawling down my spine.“Dad, you scared me half to death!” I exclaimed, my heart still thudding in my chest. “What are you doing in here? And how did you even get in without me noticing?” Annoyance crept int