Todos os capítulos de Falling for Her Ruthless Captor : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Xavier povI stood at the entrance of my building, the crisp morning breeze tousling my long, dark hair as I watched Asher hurry towards me, his urgency palpable against the stillness of the early hour. His footsteps beat a steady rhythm on the pavement, shattering the serene quiet, and when our eyes met, I sensed an intriguing blend of curiosity and caution in his gaze. Clutched tightly in his hand was a folded paper, its edges crisp and pristine, sealed with a deep crimson wax stamp that bore the intricate emblem of the Moonlight Pack—Aria’s pack. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine, for it meant news from my mate, and with that came a rush of anticipation.Asher extended the paper toward me, his fingers brushing against mine for the briefest moment, igniting an unexpected spark between us. It was a fleeting connection, yet his eyes lingered on mine, a silent question lingering within their depths. I brushed aside the moment, focusing intently on the envelope and the potent

Xavier povAs we drew near to the imposing gates marking the boundary of Alpha Tristan's territory, the carriage gradually came to a halt. The heavy wooden gates loomed before us, flanked by guards who stood like sentinels, their arms crossed defiantly over their chests. A palpable tension hung in the air as one guard stepped forward, his weathered hand resting deliberately on the hilt of his sword, a clear warning. “What brings you to Alpha Tristan's pack?” he growled, his voice low and gravelly.I leaned slightly out of the carriage, allowing my gaze to meet his with a calm resolve. “We come to offer our condolences. The loss of Alpha Tristan is a sorrow that echoes throughout the land,” I replied, my tone smooth and deliberate, like the gentle rippling of silk.Though the guard’s expression remained stoic, I caught a fleeting glimmer of curiosity in his steely eyes, a sign that my words had struck a chord. “You’re the Rogue King,” he stated firmly, yet with an edge of calculation.

Tristan povI stood behind the couch, a sly smile creeping across my face as I observed the unfolding scene before me. Aria's delicate hands rested gently against Xavier's muscular chest, her voice calm and soothing, an almost melodic comfort in the charged atmosphere. "Xavier, this is our pack, so please, just calm yourself, okay?" she said, her warm gaze locked onto his troubled eyes, as if attempting to wrestle away his tension through sheer will.My eyes narrowed, the smile fading as my mind whirred with unsettling thoughts. How could she remain so composed and serene, exuding an aura of control, when she was standing in the very heart of my pack—my territory? The protective instincts within me flared, and I took a step forward, my boots creaking softly against the old wooden floor, the sound breaking through the tense silence like a sudden clap of thunder."Enough!" I barked, my voice slicing through the air as I strode toward them, urgency fueling my every move. Aria's eyes dart

Aria povTears streamed down my cheeks like a relentless waterfall, each drop a testament to the anguish ripping through my soul. I watched in horror as Xavier and Asher were dragged away, their feet scraping against the cold stone floor as alpha Tristan's guards hauled them towards the dungeon. My heart was shattering into a million pieces, each shard piercing my skin like a thousand knives."No, no, no," I breathed, each word heavy with desperation, as I shadowed their movements. My legs quivered beneath me, threatening to crumble at any moment. This wasn't the way it was supposed to unfold. Xavier, my mate—the one whose spirit intertwined with mine—wasn't meant to endure this torment. We had envisioned a life where we faced our battles hand in hand, drawing strength from one another against any adversity.Yet here I was, helplessly witnessing him being dragged away, the distance between us stretching like an insurmountable chasm. With every painful step he took farther from me, I f

Aria povI strolled into the kitchen, my footsteps light and deliberate as I put on my most innocent expression, determined to blend in with the bustling atmosphere. The maids were engrossed in their tasks, their voices creating a lively hum while the clang of pots and pans echoed against the walls. The rich aroma of herbs and simmering broth wafted through the air, teasing my senses and only intensifying my hunger. As I made my way to the counter, I couldn't resist the temptation. With a swift glance to ensure no one was watching too closely, I quietly snatched a few pieces of crusty bread, their golden edges glistening in the warm light, and a slice of creamy cheese that promised to melt in my mouth. I deftly tucked them into the pockets of my apron, feeling the thrill of the little heist.In the midst of my cautious gathering, one of the maids, Margaret—a plump, cheerful woman with a kind smile that could brighten even the gloomiest of days—caught sight of me. She paused her chopp