Semua Bab The Cursed King’s Captive: A Mate In Disguise: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Julian’s POVAs I stood before Alpha Dmarcus, my heart sank like a stone in a bottomless pit. It’s been weeks since my life turned into a nightmare. My father's ruthless ambition had destroyed everything I held dear. He had destroyed people’s lives and enslaved innocent people, both young and old. He had torn families apart, ravaging different packs.The memories of that day still haunt me till now, every single night when I sleep. My pack was attacked unexpectedly, leaving me as the only survivor of my family. And now I’m left to face the consequences of my father’s action.But the shocking part is that I didn’t even shed a tear for my family. Like I couldn’t care less. It was painful that I had lost my whole family in one day. “But why didn’t I cry?” No matter how hard I tried. The tears weren’t just coming out. That shows how the people I call family have been cruel to me.They had made my life a living hell, treating me like a servant and a punching bag. My father's hatred for me

Jules POVThe new identity was a cloak that shielded me, but even the deepest shadows couldn’t obscure the past. My once-proud lineage, my blood, still hung over me like a storm cloud. I didn’t know if I could outrun it forever, but I had to try.In my new home, hidden deep in a community of outcasts, I could breathe. For the first time in years, I was free from the life I was forced into. I wasn’t a pawn for the kingdom, a sacrifice for a lie. I was just a boy, nothing more.I cut my hair short and wore boy’s clothing. It helped to bury the memories, to bury the princess I had been. No one knew who I truly was here. I had become just another face in a hidden world, one I had crafted for myself.But it didn’t last.News spread that the girl they thought was dead, Princess Julian—wasn’t dead at all, her body was missing.The bounty hunters had started searching, scouring villages and towns for any trace of her. Her body wasn’t found.And now, they wanted me back.With the bounty over my

Jules’s POVThe camp was alive with movement. The shouts of soldiers, the smell of horses. I sat on the ground, bound to a post with leather straps, my wrists sore. I was still shaken from what he'd done earlier. I could still feel the warmth of his fingers, the coldness in my chest from how he looked at me, it had made my heart race. At that moment, the captain approached, bearing a paper sealed in black wax. The king Lucian didn’t take it right away. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the captain’s face, sensing something important.“What’s this?” he asked, voice low but sharp.The captain handed him the paper, and I watched closely. Lucian broke the seal and carefully opened it, reading the contents inside. As he read, his eyes flickered over the page, moving faster now, and his jaw clenched.The tension in the air thickened, like the camp was holding its breath.“This is not good," the king murmured, crumpling the letter in his hand. "We’re not going back. Not yet."I tensed up, pani

Jules POVMy chest ached. My hands trembled. And god's help me, some cursed part of me still burned when I saw his face twist in desire.He hadn’t even looked at me like that.Not once.It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t my fault. I was trying to survive. I didn’t ask for the bond or the rejection that came with it. But watching him touch her like that, hearing the sounds that belonged to a moment I had no place in, shattered something deep in my chest.I wasn’t free of him. Not yet.I tried to move. To slip away and pretend I had never seen anything.But I couldn’t. My feet stayed planted. I felt stuck, rooted by something deep, raw, and painful.You love watching, yeah?I flinched.That voice, it slithered through my mind like smoke. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t my wolf.It was him.I lifted my gaze slowly and there he was.King Lucian. Standing in the doorway of the hidden room. His shirt was still open, his chest rising and falling. He looked like wrath wrapped in silk.And he was staring str

Jules POVI swallowed hard.This wasn’t just survival now. This was a game of fire, and I had no choice but to play.The room was heavy with anticipation as I met Gale’s eyes, his sharp jawline and piercing stare commanding attention. The floor beneath us glowed dimly, casting flickers of gold across bare skin and eager eyes. Around us, shadows danced to the rhythm of lust and wine-soaked laughter, the air thick with want.This was no longer just a party. It was a spectacle.And I was the centerpiece.Gale’s gaze lingered on me with that crooked grin, his voice low enough to make my skin crawl. He reached out, and I let him. His fingers brushed my wrist, his touch deceptively gentle. He didn’t pull. He didn’t need to. The moment I stepped forward, the crowd responded with a chorus of hushed laughter and slow, delighted claps.The scent of sandalwood and smoke lingered on Gale’s skin as he led me to the center. My feet felt heavy against the polished floor, my heart hammering loud eno