All Chapters of Captured by the Cruel Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

*Fiona*“Who are you?” I ask the strange woman who’s just entered my room.The tall blonde, with muscles so large they protrude from the arms of her fitted gown, stares back at me through violet eyes. “So you’re the great warrior princess of Solara?” she asks with a smirk.I sit up on the bed and swig my legs over the edge. “I’m Princess Fiona of Solara,” I tell her. “But I’ve never claimed to be a great warrior.”“Well, your reputation precedes you. Everyone in all the lands knows you trained with your father’s most capable commanders and are a force to be reckoned with. Which begs the question of how you got here, but I guess even the most skilled soldier in Solara is no match for the Caldaran Army.”My eyes bulge as I hoist myself up and approach her. “You outnumbered us, and I couldn’t even shift before your rude warriors charged through our gates, slaughtering innocent women and children!”“Slaughtering innocent women and children?” she repeats, folding harms beneath her chest. “

*Fiona*The need to escape never leaves my mind. All day long, I’m thinking about how I can get past the two guards at the top of the stairs and then make it past the ones at the bottom without anyone using the mind-link to signal I’m on my way. So far, all I’ve done is beat the shit out of several guards stationed right outside my door only to be caught by the ones further down the stairs and carried back here, kicking and growling. Not screaming–they’ll never catch me screaming.Liora finds the entire situation amusing, which annoys the hell out of me. I’ve never even taken a swing at her. It’s evident she doesn’t want to be here any more than I do. She spends very little time in my room anyway. A few hours a day, she makes sure I don’t need anything. What could I possibly need–other than freedom?Even without a clock, I can tell what time it is by the sun, so I know when meals are coming. I always get into position to jump the guards. It’s never been the same duo twice, so they do

*Varek*“Ready, prepare, attack!” General Merek shouts. In unison, three hundred warriors square off against one another and go through our general sparring routine. All of them are muscular beasts, tall and strong. No other army in all the land is half as strong as our forces. These are our elite troops, and this review is a monthly ritual for me, to keep them in top condition.I move around the training facility, watching each of them for a few moments, looking for any areas where we need to improve. Merek gives orders, and they follow through immediately–as one unit.“They look great, don’t they?” Ronan says beside me. “Even better than last time.”“We are a fierce group,” I say. I would never say there’s no room for improvement, but it’s difficult for me to see anything in particular we need to address.“Cameron is missing a beat here and there,” Lucian points out, gesturing at one of the younger warriors.I give my attention to the young man and see what my cousin is talking abou

*Varek*It’s true that I can be a patient man.Growing up the son of an Alpha who demanded perfection taught me to slow down and think about my next move, to become calculating and learn from my mistakes. If that wasn’t the case, I would’ve pounced on Princess Fiona right then and there, taken the sensual body she so obviously wants me to claim, and left the other Alphas who want her fighting over my sloppy seconds.Goddess, the way she bites her bottom lip when she’s trying to pretend she’s not turned on makes me want to take it between my lips and suck it.I stalk back to my office, trying to think of anything other than her so that my cock stops screaming for release. Every step causes friction that rubs against it, so I’m in a hurry to get out of the hallway.Once I make it to the privacy of my office, I lock the door and sit behind my desk. Now, I can finally let the images roll through my head. Fiona’s muscular body stripped bare, her large breasts bouncing as she rides me, her

*Fiona*I don’t know how long it is before I realize that the threat is just that. More importantly, it is a distraction. Something for me to push and snarl at, something to direct my energy at. Something to force me to wear myself down until I have no fight left.But when it hits, it’s like every corner of my soul, every drop of my blood, stops, and all the thoughts I should have had before come bubbling up.Pointless.All of it was pointless from the moment I was taken until now. That might have been my last moment of agency, the last step I had taken that wasn’t orchestrated, planned or semi-anticipated.How stupid was I? Why didn’t I think it strange that they took the chains off at all? Why a silver cage to a silver cell to a tower with not a bit of silver in it?To give me hope that I could escape. To give me something to cling to, knowing all the while I would have to realize that it was always a false hope. This is all just to force me further and further into a corner. To b