Captain Price X Reader Novels & Stories

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

Then he would give me another cold shoulder. And every time, I was the one who caved first. I went to the bookstore and picked up several medical textbooks. Ever since graduating from university, I hadn't touched medicine again. If I was going to become a healer, I needed to catch up fast. When I got home, my phone chimed. It was a payment notification. Sebastian had swiped my card again, one hundred and fifty thousand dollars gone in one transaction for a necklace. Logically, as a pack Alpha, Sebastian should never be short on money. He had even less reason to spend his mate's earnings.

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

So, she turned to me and pleaded on all fours in my direction. "Celine." Shawn walked over to her, shocked by her sudden and desperate attempts at begging for mercy. Derek watched them coldly, his eyes still burning with hatred. "When I look at you now, I wonder if Arden had begged for mercy the same way when you beat her up. Did she beg you to stop like this too? Yet, you still hurt her to this extent. And now you want me to let you go?" "Continue." Hearing Derek's words filled me with a sense of satisfaction that justice was finally served. My pain felt lighter as I watched Celine, now groveling on the floor like a beaten dog as she begged for forgiveness.

"I can feel it ticking against my bone." Ivan gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Everything in this world has a price. You want safety? You want a family that will never leave you? Then you wear the mark. It’s a small price to pay for never being alone again." I looked from Ivan to Dmitri. They looked so much alike in the shadows. They were beautiful and terrifying at the same time. I realized they weren't going to leave. They were going to stay here, one on each side, until the sun came up.

If I said it was the price, she'd pay it. Leaning over he cupped her chin and guided her back to her feet. Staring into her beautiful face. “You've an amazing capacity for loving your children. Enough so it’d drive you back into even my arms.” Pausing to search her face, his mouth tightened. “Would that you were capable of such devotion toward a lover.” Toward me.

I assumed they were all waiting to see whether I would fight Jessica. After all, everyone loved watching drama unfold. Jessica lifted the bracelet in front of me, then tossed a bank card onto the floor at my feet. "Here is five million. I want you to leave this place immediately and never see Derrick again." She looked at me arrogantly, but I merely bent down and picked up the card, then replied calmly, "Deal." No one had expected me to pick up the card. The looks they gave me were filled with contempt. After all, the position of Mrs. Waterson was worth far more than five million.

When Lionel saw how ruthless she was, he didn't dare bring up the house again. The luxury car worth nearly half a million was destroyed just like that. It might not have been a significant sum for Lionel but it was enough to upset him for a few days. He had met his match in Sandra. At the end of the month, my lawyer told me to fly in for the court hearing. Everything was progressing smoothly, and to my surprise, Lionel’s new girlfriend, Elise Watson, had come along too. Just as Felicia had described, Elise was the “mean girl” archetype.

The others gather around them. “What are we going to do, to those people?” The captain’s fingers begin to tap along the hilt of her thin blade as if she is annoyed by the question as to her it is quite obvious what her plan of action would be. “Power rules everything. From the imperialist cunts of Kales to the low some filth of the squall.” A right hand that homed itself on the ripper’s handle lifts up and finds a new home inside the pocket of her trench coat. “But every now and then, there comes a spark of change that can ignite a bigger fire. You ask me what I will do, its obvious…Liberation is the only course of action.” A silence falls between them before she speaks once more. “But liber