All Chapters of Falling for Her Ruthless Captor : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tristan POVThe wind howled like it carried a warning. My boots crushed the gravel beneath me as I stormed through the gates, muscles taut, heart burning. My Beta’s words echoed like sirens in my head. She’s here. Aria. With the rogue.I didn’t know what pissed me off more—the audacity, or the fact that I could still feel Lilly’s warmth fading off my skin.I clenched my fists as I approached the border clearing. The guards parted like waves, their eyes a mix of tension and confusion. I expected to see her—Aria. Her soft curls, her traitorous gaze, her damn defiance.But what I saw instead made the blood in my veins run cold."You're not Aria," I muttered, voice gravel and steel.The woman standing there crossed her arms slowly, deliberately, like she was waiting for me to say something stupid. Her red heels dug into the soil, completely out of place against the dirt, but somehow making it feel like the earth should bow to her instead.“Damn right I’m not,” she said, lips curled in a d

Xavier povAria?I called her name again, louder this time, letting it scrape raw through my throat. Nothing. No soft footsteps, no annoyed sigh, no playful sarcasm echoing back. Just silence.The kind of silence that smothered.The kind of silence that screamed something was wrong.My chest was heaving, not from running—no, I hadn’t moved yet—but from that wild, choking kind of panic that only came when she was involved. I turned slowly, eyes scanning the compound like it might suddenly cough her up. But all I got was wind, the heavy clink of chains, and Asher brushing down the damn horses like we weren’t missing a whole woman.“Asher,” I barked, and he turned, startled.He blinked, saw my face, and his mouth opened—then shut. Smart move.“Where’s Aria?” I asked, marching up to him.He blinked again, eyes searching mine like I was asking a riddle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.“I don’t know,” he said, slow, cautious. “You were with her the whole night.”And there it was. The look

Aria – POVThe cell was damp. Not just with the cold, but with the kind of rot that soaked into your bones and stayed there. Stone walls pressed in from every side, carved long ago and never cared for since. A single barred window high above let in no light—only wind, rain, and the occasional crow that cawed like it was mocking me.I was curled on the ground, back pressed to the wall, cloak long gone, dress clinging to my skin with dried blood and sweat. My cheek still throbbed from where Tristan hit me. My ribs ached with every breath. But worse than all that… was the pulsing fear gnawing beneath my skin.The baby hadn’t moved in hours.I cradled my belly with trembling hands, whispering nonsense to the silence, willing any sign of life. “Come on, little wolf,” I murmured. “Let Mama know you’re still here.”Nothing.No kick. No flutter.Just silence.The door clanked open.Boots. Again. Always boots.Two guards entered—grinning like devils dressed in wolfskin. They carried a tray of

Xavier – POVThe woods were restless tonight.Branches swayed like they knew something we didn’t. The wind carried a scent I couldn’t quite place—ash, blood, maybe rage. I crouched low on a ridge just beyond the treeline, eyes narrowed on the faint glow of torches flickering in the distance. Tristan’s walls loomed like a scar on the horizon.Somewhere in that castle… she was alive.Aria.My mate. My Luna. My everything.And Tristan had her.“Breathe before you break something,” Asher muttered beside me. His voice was low, careful. “You’re grinding your teeth again.”“I’m trying not to lose my mind,” I said flatly. “Don’t confuse the two.”He exhaled slowly. “We’ve sent in five scouts. None returned. Either the bastard tightened his patrols or he’s using magic to cloak her cell.”“He’s hiding her,” I said through clenched teeth. “He knows what she means.”“Then we hit hard. Fast. You know I’ve been itching for a war.”I didn’t reply immediately. My eyes scanned the terrain, committing

Dawn painted the horizon in blood.Or maybe that was just the aftermath of what we’d done.Smoke curled into the sky behind us, thick and black and hungry, swallowing the last of Tristan’s rule. His fortress—his kingdom—lay in ruins. The rogues stood at my back, panting, wounded, alive. Victorious.But I didn’t care about the battlefield.I only cared about her.Aria leaned against me, her body trembling with the weight of exhaustion and pain, but her eyes—gods, her eyes—still burned with the kind of fury that could gut a man twice her size.She was hurt. Bruised. Barely standing.And she was the strongest thing I’d ever seen.“We move,” I barked, eyes never leaving her. “Double the perimeter. I want healers ready. Anyone who slows us down gets left behind.”Asher was already ahead of me, issuing orders. Smoke clung to his shoulders like a second skin, blood splattered across his chest, but his expression was grim.“We can’t stay here,” he said low, coming to my side. “Even destroyed,