All Chapters of The Cursed King’s Captive: A Mate In Disguise: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jules POVI stared at him for a long moment, my voice barely above a whisper. “What does he need it for?” First, he had stolen the scroll from me, and now he wanted my palm. My gut twisted as I looked at him. Something about him wasn’t right. It wasn’t just the way he stood, or the way his eyes followed me. It was deeper, an aura, a scent, something I couldn’t name but could feel pressing against me. It clung to him like shadow, heavy yet powerful.His eyes caught the light in a strange way, carrying a glint that spoke of someone who feared nothing and no one. It was the kind of confidence you didn’t see often, the kind that made your chest tighten without knowing why.But no matter what strange thing surrounded him, he had something that belonged to me. I needed that scroll, and if giving him my palm was the only way to get it back, then I had to do it, even if every part of me screamed against it.“Come on,” he said, his voice steady. I lifted my hand slowly, my fingers trembling e

Aegon’s POVI hadn’t been ready to see her like this. Elena stood across from me with her arms folded tightly against her chest, like she was holding herself together so she wouldn’t fall apart. Her eyes locked on me, steady but full of something, and I knew before she even spoke that I had messed up.“So that’s it? You never even reached out to me?” Her voice shook, and I saw the tears gathering in her eyes before they slid down her cheeks.The sight made something inside me twist. I wanted to reach for her, but my hands stayed at my sides like they were tied down. “It’s not like that, Elena,” I said, though my words already sounded weak in my own ears.She let out a short, shaky laugh, the kind that wasn’t from amusement at all. “Coming from a man that claims he likes me. If you don’t want this, let me know for real.”I felt heat rise in my chest, a mix of shame and frustration. “I want you, Elena,” I said quickly. “But your dad clearly doesn’t support our union. You saw how he ord

Aegon’s POV"Hey Elena," I said softly, stepping closer until I could feel the warmth of her. I bent my head and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, letting my lips linger there for a moment as if I could breathe her in. "I know you want this now, but I just want to have you in my arms," I murmured. My voice felt heavy, not from tiredness, but from the weight of everything I couldn’t say.I reached for her dress, the fabric soft in my hands, and helped her slip it back over her shoulders. She didn’t roll her eyes or look upset; instead, she giggled in that light, careless way that always made my chest tighten. She pressed her palm to her face, laughing quietly as if at herself. "It’s fine, Aegon, I totally understand," she said, and her voice held no trace of disappointment.Before I could even answer, I felt her hands on me, quick and sure, and the next thing I knew, she pushed me down onto the bed in one smooth movement. I let out a small laugh, more surprised than anything."I

Lucian POVThe cold breeze of winter slipped into the room, brushing against my skin and making me shiver. My eyelids felt heavy, but they slowly lifted. For a moment, I just lay there, the sound of my own breathing filling the silence. When I tried to sit up, a sharp pain tore through my chest, forcing me back down. My body felt weak, like it had been drained of all its strength, but I refused to stay on the bed.With stubborn will, I pushed myself upright, the ache in my chest throbbing in time with my heartbeat. My hands clutched at the wall, using it for balance as I rose to my feet. The wall scraped against my palm, but I kept moving, each step slow and shaky.My head pounded, the pain crawling behind my eyes, yet I kept moving toward the window. The cold stone floor was like ice under my bare feet, grounding me in the present even as my mind struggled to remember.Outside, the courtyard was alive. Maids hurried in every direction, skirts swaying, their voices carrying faintly o

Jules POVMy chest felt heavy the moment Lucian left the room. The look in his eyes had burned more than any word he could have spoken. He thought Declan and I shared something. But there was nothing, nothing at all, and yet I could not even begin to explain myself. How could I tell him what really happened when I barely had the courage to look him in the eyes?I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as if they could anchor me. My thoughts raced, each one louder than the next. Declan’s sudden visit. Lucian’s cold anger. And then, the questions that had been burning inside me long before this morning.Lucian had been sick, so sick that even the healers of the pack could not cure him. I had tried too, after the old man told me I had powers hidden inside me. I believed him at first, but when I tried, nothing happened. I felt weak, like a child reaching for something too far out of her grasp. If I truly had powers, why did they fail me when I needed them the mos