Semua Bab BLIND ALPHA'S CAPTIVE: HER ULTIMATE REVENGE : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Avery's POV"Father! I will NOT accept the bond! I don't care what you owe him — I am not a payment or a political sacrifice!”Zara's voice carried easily through the floor from the sitting room below. I sat with my back against the wall and listened. “He’s blind, Father!” she continued. “His wolf cannot even see! What kind of Alpha leads without sight?”"If you still want to remain in this house," Father's voice came, low and final, "you will accept the mating alliance. Or this family falls. Every last one of us.”"There has to be another option.""There isn't."And then, right on schedule, Zara found her other option."Send Avery." “She’s unmated. Unwanted. He's blind. He won't know the difference. She never does anything useful anyway. She's been rotting in that room for months, at least this way she serves some purpose.”“Besides—" a pause, "she owes this pack. After what she did to Mia."My jaw tightened."He asked for my youngest daughter," father said, unmoved. "You are not t

Avery's POV Father's answer hung in the air like smoke. "She is my youngest, Alpha Lucian. I swear it on my life and that of my daughter. I swear—" "Stop it!" The word tore out of me before I could contain it. "Stop it, Father. You swear on me? Because of this man, to sell me? What is wrong with you?" My chest heaved. The tears came hot and fast and I hated them. He moved fast. The slap cracked across my cheek so sharp that my head snapped sideways. My ears rang. "I told you to be quiet." I lifted my head anyway. Slowly. My cheek throbbed. My lip was split. "You are a monster. And one day, every single thing you have done will come back to you." His hand went for my throat. "Enough." Father's hand stopped. Then slowly — very slowly — dropped. Lucian oriented himself toward my father. "Dorian." Just the name. Nothing else needed. Father turned. And I watched something happen to him that I had never seen before in my entire life. I watched him shrink.

Avery's POV I dropped my forehead against the door, tears already streaking down my cheeks. “...Please…” But he was gone. And I was alone again. I sat in the corner, hugging my knees, shivering. My dress was damp with sweat and tears. My back ached from the hard floor. My throat burned from crying out. Then I heard it. Footsteps. My heart kicked up, unsure if I should feel scared or hopeful. I dragged myself to the door. My palms pressed against the iron, my cheek resting against its cold surface as I tried to make out anything beyond it. “Raith?” I whispered, barely able to speak. “Is that you?” No reply. I tilted my head towards the small opening in the door, straining to hear. The footsteps were still there… Slow, careful… getting closer. “Please…” I said again, softer now. “I won't scream anymore. I just want to talk…” Whoever it was, they weren’t speaking. I swallowed hard and stepped back from the door, my fingers trembling as I slowly lowered myself to

Lucian’s POV. The sound of her body striking the stone floor was sharp enough to echo through the kitchen before the room fell completely silent. She slid across the polished surface, the faint scrape of fabric and skin against stone telling me exactly where she stopped — somewhere near the cabinets along the far wall. Her breath left her lungs in a harsh rush, followed by the faint metallic scent of fresh blood bleeding into the air. Every single one of them stood still, I could hear it in the room. The sudden stillness of bodies frozen in place, the way several servants held their breath as if silence alone might make them invisible. I stepped forward, the slow rhythm of my boots striking the stone floor sending a quiet ripple of tension through the kitchen. A servant fumbled with something metallic, and the object clattered loudly against the counter before being hastily caught. Behind me, the prisoner moved. She pushed herself up on her elbows, breathing hard, the f

Lucian’s POV. “Come here and show me what you'regood for you dirty whore.”She moved to the center of the room and stood there, waiting for my command. “Move forward. Touch it.”I stepped closer, towering over her, my cock right in her face. I pressed a finger down the center of her chest and she fell back instantly.I moved quickly through the chamber, counting my steps. My fingers brushed the edge of the bedstand and slid behind it until they found the cold metal waiting there.The iron cuffs clinked softly in my hand.I crossed the room from memory and opened the tall wardrobe. Chains hung inside. The coil of rope and whip was still where it always was—looped over the hook behind the door.Behind me, she shifted. I caught her arm before she could move away and forced her back against the wall. The impact knocked the air from her lungs.“Stay still.” The cuffs closed around her wrists with a sharp metallic snap as I dragged her hands behind her back. She twisted once, trying to p