All Chapters of My Savage Captor Wants Me Pregnant!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rosen stopped fighting. He lay there pitifully. Face down. Taking everything without a choice.It hurt. So much. Every thrust sent a blinding bolt of agony through his core. Every ridge of those scales dragging against his raw, torn insides. Every slap of those heavy, cum-filled balls against his skin a reminder that what was happening to him was not a nightmare he could wake from.So this was sex. The thing everyone talked about like it was something pleasurable. Everything about it was painful. Dirty. Hurtful. If it was like this — why would anyone put themselves through it willingly?As Killian’s climax approached, a guttural growl built in his chest until it erupted from his mouth in a thunderous snarl.His thrusts turned savage and erratic — his claws gouging into Rosen’s hips, his cock swelling thicker inside the abused passage. The base of it beginning to expand. The knot already forming. Already growing. Pressing against Rosen’s battered rim with each forward thrust — threate

Rosen stepped back into the main chamber on legs that barely held him. He’d scrubbed his skin to the point of stinging, yet he still felt unclean. He could still feel the phantom residue of the dragon’s heat burning against his flesh. His suffocating scent clung to his pores. The violation of the knot. The violent, intrusive weight of everything that had been done to him.In the daylight, the room was massive—a perfect blend of modern luxury and ancient. Sleek furniture rested against beautifully carved stone walls. A flat-screen TV hung beside a tapestry of antique motifs. Rosen’s eyes drifted toward the large bed, noticing it had been stripped and neatly remade while he was trapped in the bathroom—as if the horrors of the night could simply be erased with fresh linen. Killian was nowhere to be found.Rosen jumped at the slight knock on the door. His eyes darted to the handle as a man walked inside—it wasn’t the dragon."Ah. You're the patient," the man said.He looked to be at le

Rosen looked down at Lilian. She was sobbing, her bloodshot eyes begging him silently not to deny it. Although her words were lies, the stark terror in her eyes was real.Rosen couldn’t even bring himself to hate her for lying. He understood survival. He’d been surviving since he was twelve years old, clawing through the mud just to keep breathing.And what difference would it make if he fought for the truth? Defending himself wouldn’t change his situation. He was still a caged bird. He was still completely powerless. And if taking the fall kept Lilian from being butchered like meat and fed to animals—“That’s right,” Rosen whispered, his voice trembling as he looked away from her tear-streaked face. “I forced her. I used my powers to break her mind... to make her help me.”Lilian’s eyes widened like she was surprised that the crow she had just betrayed was throwing himself beneath the executioner's blade for her.Killian, however, didn't look convinced. The murderous glow in his gold

Downstairs in Killian’s study, the air was sharp with tension.Kenna paced back and forth across the hardwood floor, her silk dress rustling aggressively.“You’re being soft, Killian!” she said, her voice strained. “He’s a Crow! What will the noble houses say when they find out the Dragon King spent his rut balls-deep inside a man? Is that the legacy you want?”Killian sat behind the grand desk. His face was cold granite, but a dark rage brewed beneath his chest.“Control yourself,” Killian said, his voice dangerously low.“Control myself?” Kenna scoffed, leaning over the desk. “Have you lost your mind? His family murdered your brother! They killed Solia—my sister! Their bloodline is stained with Veyr blood, and you’re keeping the son alive like a little concubine!”Killian’s fists clenched so tight the wood of the desk began to smoke under his knuckles.“Leaving him alive—it’s embarrassing!” Kenna hissed. “The lords will whisper behind your back, Killian.”A deep growl vibrated in Ki

Chapter FifteenKillian stood in Luken’s office, his expression hard. On the screen was a detailed scan of Rosen’s lower abdomen and hips.Luken explained the results with a troubled frown, tapping the screen with his gloved finger. “Look at the blood work.” In all his years of practicing medicine, Luken had never had to say what he was about to say. “At first glance, it looks like some kind of infection is taking over his body.”Another image appeared. The sacred rose mark on Rosen’s hip filled the screen. Luken pointed to it.“And this is where it gets worse. The tattoo or rather birth mark is behaving like an aggressive infection. It’s spreading into the surrounding tissue.” He paused, staring at the readings. “But it isn’t an infection.”“Then what the hell is it?” Killian demanded.For the first time, Luken sounded genuinely at a loss. “There’s no tissue death. No sepsis. Nothing that should explain this level of inflammation. So I consulted my grandmother.”Killian lifted a sha