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Feeling uneasy, I nodded briskly before I asked how my friend was as I dragged my chains out of his office. “She is resting,” Nikolai asserted roughly. Exhaling my relief I licked my lips as I peeked up at him. “So all the comets hitting were a false flag to capture humans?” I asked nonchalantly. His brow rose as he studied my face momentarily until he growled firmly, “Yes, we sell them for blood slaves to others who need them while some are kept by those who capture them.” Startled by his bluntness I continued my questioning. “Is the government also involved and why kill the older ones?”

"They think we're scared, scattered, running from their threats. They're not expecting us to go on offense immediately." "He's right." Luna starts pulling up Montana facility specs. "If we move now while they're still preparing to come after us, we might actually catch them off guard." "How many captives in Montana?" Jolie asks. "Four." Phoenix reads from the file. "Two females, two males. Ages twenty-one, twenty-three, twenty-six, and thirty. All displaying empathic or healing abilities, held for research purposes." "Four wolves we can save." Jolie's says. "Four people who've been trapped in that facility waiting for someone to care enough to get them out."

Finally, "Done. The wards now trigger on her signature, not ours. But she'll notice when we enter—we'll have maybe ten minutes before she adapts." "Then we move fast." They cross the barrier and race toward the target location—an abandoned warehouse Julian used for storage. They find the five captives chained inside, showing signs of recent torture but alive. "She said you'd come," one whispers. "Said you're too noble to abandon anyone. Said she'd kill you all when you walked into her trap." "The trap's redirected. Let's move." They're freeing the last captive when Raven arrives with twenty enforcers. She stops at the warehouse entrance, realizes her wards hav

His empire was about to be dismantled in front of his eyes. "We're going to sell them," Dimitri said to his men. "Put them in the buses. They're merchandise now." The men started moving captives toward the exits, herding them like cattle. They were screaming, struggling, crying. It was chaos and violence and suffering all mixed together. Then Dimitri's eyes caught something.

Then Tyler says, quietly but with absolute conviction: "She's been conditioned. That's what they do." "She wasn't, it didn't look like conditioning. It looked real." "It always looks real." He pulls a chair around and sits facing me, elbows on his knees. "Leo. That's the whole mechanism. It's not fake happiness they manufacture, it's real happiness they engineer. They create circumstances that make the captive feel genuinely safe, genuinely accepted, genuinely valued, and then that feeling becomes the evidence the captive uses to tell themselves they're not a captive." I want to argue with him. I sit with the impulse and let it pass.

“Our new captive is ready for the full organization welcome. Show her how the Vargas Cartel claims its property.” I was pushed forward into the center of the dusty courtyard where dozens of cartel soldiers, drivers, and enforcers quickly formed a large circle. My knees hit the dirt as Elena forced me down. “Beg for it,” she ordered, yanking my hair so I faced the crowd. “Please… every one of you… fuck your new captive whore,” I moaned, spreading my knees wide and reaching down to open my swollen pussy. “I need your cartel cocks. Stretch me. Breed me. Use every hole until I can’t walk.”

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

The kids start to play in the tents, and we sit around our desks. "OK, so I'll start," I say as I rub my temple. "I was only able to talk with Bailey as the other she-wolf was asleep. From what she said, there are hundreds of captives wolves. They are being taken before the age of ten and being forced to fight for survival. When they are sent to attack a pack, they are directed by an Alpha or a Beta and drugged. Did anyone get details?"

Two trucks drove into the place the doors pulled open. The men moved to the trunk and pulled it open pushing out teenagers from the truck. "You're turning them into a vampires you son of a bitch." Notora roared. "I'm the Primus and there's you can do about it, We ain't slaves to the wolves we are Masters." Sabasto roared. "We ain't Slaves of the wolves, We Are Masters, We Rule." The Crowd roared as the captives looked around wandering what was going on. "I thought this guys had their memories back." Obama asked.

72 BA Held Captive His fingers run on the armrest of his golden throne; an elbow is supporting his upper body; his legs are crossed. Before his sight, in the center of the aisle, a huge silver cage sits. Inside are their precious captive: Nyx’s and Alpha Lachlan’s wolves, Beta Mellow, and Sebastian. Viller tilted his neck sideways, to and fro. “I got pain on my muscles. They are all heavy. I’ll certainly remind myself to bring a lot of chaperone with me.”