Todos os capítulos de Falling for Her Ruthless Captor : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Chapter 53The woods swallowed us again, a blur of smoke, sweat, and the iron tang of blood. Xavier leaned on me more heavily with each step, but refused to slow down. Typical. Half-dead and still trying to protect everyone else.The rogue camp came into view—just a breath of safety, a flickering candle in a storm.We burst through the tree line, and voices rose instantly.“Medic! Get over here!”“Asher’s hit!”“Is that—holy sh*t—they did it!”Xavier collapsed onto one of the bunks, biting back a grunt. I stayed glued to his side, knees pressed into the dirt beside him. My hands trembled as I tugged at his jacket and pulled it back.“Graze, huh?” I muttered.He gave me a weak smirk. “Okay, maybe a deep graze.”“Idiot,” I snapped, tears pricking hot behind my eyes.He caught my wrist, his grip weak but sure. “But we made it.”I couldn’t argue. Not with that look in his eyes—the kind that said I’d do it again.“Move,” a sharp voice cut through the air. “Let me see him.”I turned to find

Aria’s POVXavier’s injury was slowly healing, the stubborn bruise fading from deep purple to bruised gold. I watched the way Selene—Xavier’s friend and caretaker—moved around the room, steady and gentle, and I couldn’t help but be grateful. She was calm in a way that I needed, a quiet presence that threaded peace through the chaos that clung to us like a second skin. She never rushed, never forced. Just steady. The kind of calm that made the storm inside me feel less wild.Xavier didn’t say a word about attacking Tristan again. Not once. Maybe the hard edge in him softened in Selene’s company, or maybe the pain reminded him to hold back. Either way, I noticed it.We were gathered around the small table for a late dinner. The dull clink of cutlery filled the space between us. Selene was asking questions, trying to break the silence. Asher was there too, sitting opposite me, chewing slowly, distracted by his meal.“How did the rogue king fall in love when he’s such a hard guy?” Selene

Aria POVI watched Xavier march out with his armies, the dust kicking up behind their boots like a storm sweeping the earth away. His jaw was tight, his shoulders squared like he was carrying the weight of the world—my world. But he didn’t look back. Not once. Not even a flicker of his gaze toward me.My chest tightened, the ache curling like a knife twisting deeper with every step he took away from me. I was literally sobbing, silent, desperate, the kind of tears that soaked into your soul and left you raw. The thought of losing him—of him not coming back—made my lungs burn and my mind drown in chaos.Selene slid closer, smooth as a shadow, her hands warm and firm closing over mine. “Don’t worry,” she said, voice low, steady like a steadying flame. “He’ll come back. He’s just going to war to make sure your freedom is redeemed.”But I wasn’t listening. Not really. The words dissolved before they even reached me. I was somewhere else—caught in the sharp spike of fear and love twisting

Xavier – POVThe boundary between the woods and Tristan’s pack territory was a jagged line, marked by shattered trees and scorched earth—the scars of countless battles past. Tonight, the air was thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the dampness of the forest floor. My soldiers moved with silent precision behind me, a tight formation of wolves and rogues, all trained and ready. I felt the weight of every pair of eyes, every taut muscle waiting for the signal.Tristan’s pack was waiting, of course. Always waiting. His hatred was a tangible force—thick and heavy—hungering for me to slip, to fail. And I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.We crossed the invisible line like ghosts, shadows weaving between the trees. My heart hammered—not from fear, but from the stakes. This wasn’t just another skirmish. It was for Aria. For the life we should have, the future I refused to let him steal.A low growl rippled through the underbrush. Then another. And then a

Selene POVThe morning broke like a knife to the chest.One blink. Two.Aria was gone.I shot upright from the floor beside the fire pit, the blankets slipping off my legs in a heap. The hut was eerily quiet. No rustle. No groan. No tired mumble from the fragile girl who had fallen asleep gripping my hand like a lifeline."Aria?" I called out, low and sharp, already knowing something was wrong. My voice bounced off the wooden walls, empty and unanswered.The bed was cold. Her scent faded. Her boots gone.I was on my feet in seconds, flinging the door open so hard it nearly unhinged. A burst of cold morning air slapped my face, but I barely noticed. My eyes scanned the woods beyond the clearing—silent, shifting with the wind but giving nothing back.She wasn’t here.I stalked forward, bare feet hitting the grass with purpose. "Aria!"Still nothing.My heart slammed against my ribs. Not with fear. Not yet. With fury. She was pregnant. Fragile. Emotionally hanging by a damn thread. And X