Todos os capítulos de The Cursed King’s Captive: A Mate In Disguise: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Lucian’s POVMy mind drifted to Princess Theodora. She had sent a sealed letter demanding Jules be returned to her. No reason. No explanation. Just a royal order.Why?What tie could Theodora possibly have with Jules? I had brushed it off then, thinking it was just the usual power play from the royals. But now, it doesn't feel so simple. That man had known Jules name. And Jules… she hadn’t looked surprised. Just scared.Jules had always kept to herself. Quiet. Careful. But I’d felt it for a while now. She was hiding something. Still, every time I tried to ask, she’d give half-answers or change the topic with that tired smile.Now I wished I had pushed harder. I looked at her again. The cut on her face, the way her hand trembled. She looked like someone running from something.Or someone.But who?And why the hell would Theodora want her back now? I needed answers. But I didn’t want to break her to get them. Still, if she kept shutting me out, I might have no choice.Jules POV“Who di

Aegon’s POV“Zzzzz,” my alarm buzzed, dragging me out of a light, aching sleep.“What the hell,” I groaned, rolling onto my back and burying my head under the pillow. My muscles still throbbed from the night patrol. Every bone in my body begged for more rest.Ever since the spy attack, Lucian had made border control a full-time job. “Do this for me, Aegon,” he’d said, trying to smile. But there was no warmth behind it.My eyes drifted lazily toward the wall clock, and suddenly my whole body stiffened. “Shit!” I shot up from the bed and bolted for the bathroom.I was almost late. Almost past bedtime. The one night I couldn’t afford to mess up. Elena had finally said yes to going out with me. After all the awkward small talk, the glances, the blushing moments I tried to hide, I’d finally gotten a yes.And now, I was about to ruin it.“You better not keep me waiting,” her words echoed in my head. She had wanted to come to the castle, but I told her no, said I had a surprise planned. And

Jules POVI stared at Lucian, standing like a statue in the middle of his room. My heart was pounding, but my face stayed blank. I wasn’t about to let him see how badly I was hurting.“You’re joking, right?” he said, his voice filled with confusion. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I just looked at him, my arms folded tightly against my chest to keep them from shaking.“I’m not,” I finally said. My voice came out lower than I meant, but I didn’t waver. “I want my job back.”He blinked, stunned. “Wait a minute… You’re serious?”“I’m serious, Lucian,” I replied, flat, cold. “I want my job back. As a maid.”He turned away, walking a few steps before shaking his head. “No,” he muttered. “You can’t have it.”“And why not?”“Because I said so.” There it was, the Lucian I knew. Arrogant. Dismissive. Always needing to be in control.“Is this about the kiss?” he asked after a pause, his voice suddenly lighter, like he was trying to make it sound like a joke. “I told you it meant nothing.”“Get off

Aegon’s POVLucian was still lying there, pale and quiet, his chest barely moving under the thick covers. The room was too cold, or maybe that was just how it felt with him like this. I stood beside the bed, staring at his face. His skin didn’t have that usual glow. There was a dark patch spreading across one side of his cheek, and his lips were dry. He looked nothing like the brother I grew up with. Nothing like the sharp, loud, and unshakable man who once ruled this house like a storm.“What is wrong with him?” I asked, my brows drawn together as I looked up at the doctor. He didn’t answer right away. His eyes dropped to the floor, and I watched his fingers tremble slightly.He gave a long sigh. “I’m sorry but this is beyond my power,” he said, voice quiet and tired. I frowned deeper. “What do you mean it’s beyond your power?”“He’s not responding to the treatment,” he replied, barely meeting my gaze. I turned back to Lucian and stared at him for a long while. My heart felt heavy.

Jules POVThe sharp sound of the alarm clock pierced through the quiet, dragging my eyes open even though my body begged for more sleep. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head, trying to block out the noise. But it kept ringing, louder and louder, like it knew I was trying to ignore it on purpose.With a frustrated sigh, I kicked my heel against the wooden bedframe and shouted into the pillow, “Can’t a lady have a good sleep?”Cold air touched my skin as I sat up, the kind of cold that reminded me winter had finally come. I used to love this time of year when I was younger. I would run through the falling snow with bare hands and laugh as it melted on my cheeks. But now I understood why the older wolves hated it. The cold crept into your bones and stayed there.I turned to the other side of the bed, hoping sleep might come again. But my eyes stayed wide open, blinking at the ceiling like I had a secret to protect. That was when I remembered.The scroll.“Shit,” I whispered, jumping