Alle Kapitel von His Queen,Their War: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 88

Alessia’s POVThe first thing I felt was the cold. It seeped through the thin fabric of my coat, through my skin, into my bones. I felt the concrete underneath me and damn was it rough. My wrists were bound behind my back with zip ties that cut deeper every time I moved. My ankles were tied too, forcing me into an awkward sitting position against a metal support beam in the middle of what smelled like an abandoned warehouse.I inhaled dust. I saw oil around and some blood. Somewhere water dripped in a slow, maddening rhythm.My head throbbed. Whatever they had injected me with left a chemical burn in my veins and a fog in my brain. I remembered the park, the van, the prick in my neck. After that, only fragments: being dragged across gravel, a hood over my head, the slam of a door.Now the hood was gone. Dim light filtered through cracked skylights high above, painting everything in sickly gray. Stacks of rotting crates and broken machinery loomed like silent witnesses. The air was s

Francesca’s POVThe pain in my leg was nothing compared to the fire in my chest. I had hit my leg against the door, when I heard that Salvatore appeared like Prince Charming and saved her!I had gone to the safe house after Salvatore left the sight of what I saw made me very pissed. I sat in the back of a nondescript car. I was being driven back home. When I heard that Salvatore had come for her, I thought it was a joke till I saw it myself.He had raided the warehouse like a one-man army, took out half my crew in minutes, and carried Alessia out in his arms like some romantic hero.She was alive and safe…with him.I wanted to scream until my throat bled.All of it—years of waiting, of careful planning, of believing he was mine alone—gone. Stolen by that spoiled, pretty bitch who didn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as him.I had been very sure the kidnapping would end her. I had been sure that no one would come to her rescue or find her and even if they did, it would be too l

Alessia’s POVForgiveness did not come easily.I wanted it to. Some part of me ached for the simplicity of letting go, of leaning into his chest and pretending the years of silence, bitterness, the bruises on my body, the terror of the warehouse could be erased with a single embrace. But every time I looked at him, I saw the secrets he had kept. The choices he had made without me. The life he had lived that had almost cost me mine and what he did to my family.So I stayed.Not because I had forgiven him but because leaving felt impossible.He didn’t push. He didn’t ask for absolution or declarations. He simply existed in the space I allowed him.Evening crept in through the heavy hotel curtains. The room was warm, softly lit by a single lamp. Salvatore disappeared for a while and returned pushing a room-service cart. Simple food: clear broth, plain rice, steamed vegetables, a little grilled chicken cut into small pieces. Nothing heavy. He had asked the doctor what would be kindest to

Alessia's POV The peck on the cheek lingered longer than any full kiss ever could have.I stood frozen in the living room long after Salvatore disappeared down the hallway, fingers pressed to the spot where his lips had rested. Warmth radiated from my skin like he had branded me there. My stomach fluttered wildly, a swarm of butterflies that refused to settle. One second he was distant, respectful, keeping every touch careful and chaste. The next he looked at me like I was the only person breathing in the entire city.I could not understand him anymore.Guila’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Dinner in ten. And breathe, cara. You look like you just saw a ghost.”I managed a weak smile and sank onto the sofa again, legs still unsteady. The butterflies refused to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the soft press of his mouth, the way he had lingered just long enough to make my pulse race, then pulled away like nothing had happened.Dinner passed in a blur. Lorenzo returned fro