All Chapters of The Cursed King’s Captive: A Mate In Disguise: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jules POVThe dungeon had no windows. It was all stone. Stone walls, Stone floors, Stone air even.Time was hard to track in places like this. There were no clocks or even the shifting light of the sun. Though I could hear the distant clank of armor, the occasional murmur from guards, and a steady, rhythmic drip of water from a rusted pipe somewhere beyond the bars. I counted the drips to pass the time. When I lost track, I started again.I didn’t know how many hours had passed since the guards threw me in here. It didn’t really matter. It was probably better I didn’t know.My stomach groaned and clenched again, folding in on itself. I curled tighter into the corner of the cell, arms around my knees. The cold seeping in from the stones didn’t help with the comfort.I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. Maybe longer. My mouth was as dry as a dessert. I was so thirsty. But I refused to beg. I had starved before, I could do it again. And presumably if I just died here it would make Lucian ver

Jules’ POVThe moment Aegon was gone and I was sure his footsteps had faded completely, I moved. There was no grace or any dignity. Just Primal and desperate hunger, Like an animal. I lunged for the tray he’d left just inches from my reach and tore into the bread, fingers trembling so hard I could barely hold the bread up. I chewed too fast, too hard, ravenously. My dry throat burned as I tried to swallow, but I didn’t stop. The cheese was soft and salty. Although very simple, It wasn’t your typical prison food. It didn’t matter. I devoured it, mouthful after mouthful without care. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted salt that wasn’t cheese.I eventually regarded my burning throat and picked the water bag. The water nearly choked me. Like the food, I drank too much too fast, some of it spilling down my chin. My body was screaming for it. For everything.After the worst of the hunger dulled, I curled back into the corner, arms around my knees again, breathing heavily. I

Jules POVIt started with heat instead of the cold cell I had fallen asleep in. Sweat ran from my chest to the tips of my fingers. I stood in a room I didn’t recognize. It was dark, but I could see my hands as if there was a candle somewhere close. But there wasn’t. My breathing turned shallow as I saw him. Lucian stood there, Silent as usual, Watching me like I was prey. There was hunger in his gaze, but not for blood.He inched closer, Each step deliberate. Measured. I should’ve backed away, maybe even run, but my legs wouldn’t move.“Why are you looking at me like that?” I tried to ask, but the words came out breathless.His hand reached out, fingers taking my jaw ever so lightly. He was warm. His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, and something inside me cracked.“You’re not a boy,” he said softly.I gasped.And then he kissed me. It wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was desperate. His lips swallowed mine as he pulled me into himself. I should’ve pushed him away, held back, at the very le

Jules POV“Jules,” I heard a voice echo, it was loud and deafening, like an earthquake.“Huh, where am I?” I mumbled, darting my eyes back and forth as I scanned the environment.A dark cloud covered everywhere, making my sight blurry and invisible. Some rose petals were planted near a large oak tree in front, filling the air with a sweet smell.“Jules,” the voice came again, this time more pronounced.“Sh..ow your..self,” I stuttered, taking a few steps backward as beads of sweat dropped from my face.Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged from the clouds, its step calculated and slow.“St..ay back,” I ordered, my voice trailed. “Don’t come closer.”The figure seemed undisturbed, taking more steps towards me. With each step it took, it became more visible.“I won't hurt you,” it said, finally in front of me, it was a wolf.“Huh, a wolf,” I wondered, my brows raised. How can a wolf talk? Am I dreaming? These thoughts filled my head but I had no answer to them.“Jules,” the wolf called on

Lucian’s POV“Who is he?” Olivia asked for the umpteenth time as she barged into my room behind me, inch by inch.“I'm not in the mood for this conversation,” I replied sternly with my hands behind my back.“His eyes were on you throughout,” she yelled, her voice dripping with envy. “I hope it's not what I think it is?” She added, her voice trailing off.“What do you think it is?” I retorted sharply, turning back to face her with blood shot eyes.“Huh,” she flinched, her eyes widened in shock. My gaze remained fixed on her, piercing into her soul as though I was searching for something.“I need to be alone,” I muttered, releasing my clenched fists.I could hear the pounding in her chest, her face turned pale already, I definitely startled her.“Lucia…,” she called, stretching her hand to touch me but I took a few steps back.“Leave, Olivia,” I growled, fists clenched. I could feel my fingers piercing into my palm.“Oh, alright,” she whispered, her gaze downcast. “I guess you are in a