Todos los capítulos de The Captive Prince's Barbarian Luna : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Elara's POVI gripped his shoulders, my nails pressing crescents into his skin, and he groaned low against my ear, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat through me. "There," he murmured, watching my face the way he always did now, reading every reaction like it was something worth studying. "That is the spot, is it not?""Do not sound so pleased with yourself," I managed to say as he drove his cock deeper inside me, though my voice came out breathless and shaking."I have earned the right to be pleased," he said, his voice rough near my ear. "I know you better than you know yourself these days."I wanted to argue, wanted to throw some sharp reply back at him, but the words scattered the moment he moved again, drawing every thought straight out of my head. All I could do was hold onto him and let his release fill me, warm and heavy, until it broke over me completely.“Ahh…” I collapsed against the furs, my whole body loose and warm, my breath coming out in short, uneven gasps. Besid

Elara's POVKane's silence stretched a moment too long before he finally spoke. "She defied a direct order. No one is permitted to speak with the prisoner except you, by the King's own decree. She might be killed for it, Elara. It depends entirely on the King's mood today."The words hit me like cold water. "Killed? For simply answering a question about a watchtower?""It is not about the watchtower," Kane said. "It is about obedience. The King cannot allow anyone to think they can speak freely with a Southern prisoner without consequence. If he lets this go unpunished, others might grow bold enough to try the same.""This is because of Lucian," I said, my voice rising despite myself. "He should never have approached her in the first place.""Perhaps not," Kane said, "but the damage is already done. There is nothing you can do for her now.""There must be something," I said. "Kane, please. She was only being kind. She d

Lucian's POVKane was quiet for a moment, considering that. "And your father. The Alpha King. What kind of man is he.""Demanding," I said. "Exacting. He expects perfection and considers anything less a personal failure." I paused, surprised at how easily the words came, how long it had been since I spoke honestly about home to anyone. "He is not a warm man. But he built something worth protecting, and I intend to protect it." I whispered.Kane nodded slowly, saying nothing more, though I could see him turning the words over in his mind. I wondered, not for the first time, what exactly Kane wanted from the South. There was something in the way he asked, that told me this was not idle talk.We reached a low stone building at the edge of the camp, guarded by two warriors who straightened the moment they saw Kane approaching."Open it," Kane said.The guards exchanged a glance but obeyed without question, pulling back a heavy wooden door set into the stone. Torchlight spilled out from i

Lucian's POVThe northern training ground sat on a flat stretch of frozen earth just outside the main camp, ringed by tall pine trees heavy with snow. This one was different from the one I saw the other day.Wooden posts stood in rows, some carved into rough shapes of men, scarred from years of blade practice. The morning air bit at my skin, sharp and merciless, the kind of cold that settled into bone and stayed there.Kane had gathered them before I arrived. Fifty warriors, maybe more, stood in loose lines across the frozen ground, their breath rising in pale clouds. I could feel their eyes on me the moment I stepped past the tree line, the weight of their stares hard and unfriendly."This is him?" one of them muttered, loud enough for me to hear. "The Southern prince they want us to learn from?""You must be joking," another said, shaking his head. "That skinny thing? He looks like a strong wind could snap him in half.""I heard he screamed for a week straight when they whipped him

Lucian's POVThe morning after the disaster with Bram's mouth running faster than his mind, I brought them all back to the training ground and began teaching the first real technique. Not brute strength. Angles. Timing. The kind of movement that let a smaller man turn a bigger man's own weight against him."Watch the feet," I said, walking slowly along the lines. "Most of you fight standing square, feet planted like trees. That works until someone faster steps around you. Then you are already too late."I demonstrated it slowly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, showing how a small turn of the hip could redirect an incoming strike instead of blocking it head on."This is nothing," one warrior muttered. "Dancing, not fighting.""Call it what you like," I said. "Let us see how well dancing works against a spear aimed at your throat."Bram stepped forward before I even finished speaking, a spear already in his grip, a wide grin stretched across his face. "I will test your d