Captives Novels & Stories

The damp, decrepit warehouse reeked of sweat, blood, and desperation. The air was heavy with fear, the kind that clung to the skin and settled deep in the chest. Five captives were crammed into a corner, their wrists bound with ropes that bit into their flesh. Each one wore an expression of utter defeat, their bodies sagging against the cold concrete wall. A woman sat among them, cradling her infant to her chest, her face streaked with tears as she rocked back and forth, murmuring broken prayers.

He let out a vicious growl, and I could feel my blood run cold, as I came to the understanding of where this was going. “So I began hitting her. Abusing her. Every day… to the point that she didn’t love me anymore. But I still loved her. I still fucking loved her. And when she wanted to leave me… I wouldn’t allow her. I forced her to stay with me. Making her my captive.

I was born a rare white wolf, daughter of a respected elder. By birthright, I should have been a cherished princess. Instead, I was offered up as a “hostage bride” for a fragile peace. That day, under the pale glow of the Moonstone Square, the elders gathered to carve the oath: two packs would withdraw their armies, and in exchange for ten years of truce, a marriage would be the bond. Every stroke etched into the stone felt like a blade carving into my chest.

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"My father died. My mother left. Donatella hates me. Jovani died because he got caught in my world and you—" "I'm right here." He squeezed my hand gently. “And I want you to know that I'm not leaving you anytime soon.” "What happens when my world destroys you too? When Sergei comes back and you get caught in the crossfire? When loving me costs you everything?" "Lorenzo—" "I kidnapped you." The words tumbled out, raw and jagged. "I took you from your life. I made you fall in love with your captor and now you're so deep in my world you can't get out. What kind of person does that? What kind of monster—"

The rogue spoke of an operation that treated living people, wolves, humans, even the occasional witch, as nothing more than breeding stock. Captives were kept for the sole purpose of producing cubs that could be taken and sold into the slave markets. No names. No futures. Only the cycle of forced births and profit. Liliana’s face went still and cold. She had heard enough. One decisive movement ended the interrogation. The rogue did not rise again. She straightened, blood still marked across her clothes, and snapped her fingers once. SIN and Mist elites melted out of the surrounding shadows, already waiting for orders.

I'm their willing slut, eager for whatever they want to give me. "Look at her." Santos yanks my head back by my hair, his cock popping free of my mouth, a string of spit connecting us. "Our little hostage fucktoy. Moaning like a whore while two killers use her holes. You like this, don't you? Like being our captive?" "Yes," I gasp. "Yes, I love it." "She loves it." Nico speeds up, pounding into me harder, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. "Our hostage loves being fucked by the men who kidnapped her. Don't you? Love being our captive slut?"

He was building something. An empire written in blood. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked, even as part of me screamed not to trust her, not to trust anyone in this gods-forsaken place. Elena pressed the bundle into my hands. It was surprisingly heavy. "Because you're not the first royal he's captured. But you're the first one who's still alive after the first night." Ice flooded my veins. "What happened to the others?"

Somehow, that feels like an answer all on its own. Silas says nothing. He just stares at me, his expression going strangely still. Then his gaze drops to my mouth for a brief second before returning to my eyes. They don’t have to admit it. Their reactions tell me everything I need to know. “I didn’t sign up for this,” I finally said. “I didn’t sign up for a cage.” “Welcome to hell, kitten,” Jasper said. “Which you still owe me, actually.” Silas tilted his head. “Remember our bet? You said if I got the next topic right, you’d let me do whatever I wanted with you.”

It doesn’t matter anyway as long as he's with me. When he's near me I felt safe. Like everything else is non-existent. I stopped dead. What about the thing he unceremoniously attached to my ear? Is he going to remove it? What if he does? Would I run? No, I would not run. If being Alaric's captive means safety from my family and my fiancé then I rather stay with him. And besides, this place already felt home. That makes me his willing prisoner. Do I want to stay? Yes.