Setting The Captives Free Book Novels & Stories

"There is no territory for you wolves. We have taken care of you enough." "You humans could only dream of hurting us because we gave you the chance." "Poor you. Who's got the power now?" The guard almost sprawled the arrow. "Stop, please." Philipa turned to see the woman coming out of the safe grove, her hands raised in surrender. "Do not do anything to her. It is me you seek, Drew"

“I was taken from my home. Ripped away from everything I knew and thrown into your world. And you, God, Vincent, you took everything from me. My choices, my freedom, my sense of safety. You made the decisions, and I just had to live with them.” I drew a shaky breath, my fingers curling into my lap as the emotions started to rise. “At that point, I didn’t see you. Not really. All I saw was the man who locked me in a golden cage and held the key with a smirk. I was scared, I was angry, and I was so, so alone. All I wanted was to escape.” He didn’t interrupt. His eyes were steady, but there was something unreadable swimming in them, something dark and vulnerable all at once.

Marcus was too heavy, and Sophia was trapped beneath him. As she lay there, Sophia felt a mix of emotions: anger, frustration, and...something else. Something she couldn't quite explain. As she looked at Marcus's face, Sophia saw something vulnerable, something human. And for a moment, she felt a pang of compassion for her captor. But as she looked closer, Sophia saw something else: a look of peacefulness, of relaxation. Marcus was finally at peace, finally free from the burdens that weighed him down. For a moment, she forgot about her captivity, forgot about her fears. All she saw was Marcus, vulnerable and human.

He was a savior, and she was the lost soul he had been sent to rescue. I closed the book and pressed it against my chest, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The passage had struck something deep inside me, a nerve I hadn't known was exposed. My captor had chosen this book deliberately. He wanted me to read these words, to see myself in the woman on the cliff, to understand that resistance was futile because the man who had taken me genuinely believed he was saving me. A knock at the door made me jump so hard I nearly dropped the book. I set it aside and smoothed my dress, forcing my voice into something resembling calm. "Come in."

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?"

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.

"This is no way to treat our valuable employees." Just then, the clothes over their mouths were taken off and the ropes binding their arms and legs were cut off. Immediately, one of the captives rose up, his gaze fixed upon Martin, his eyes burning with a mix of hatred and defiance. "Who the hell do you think you are? You kidnap us and now you're spitting out trash." His voice dripped with resentment as he unleashed his frustration. “You don’t want to sign it? Well, that's upsetting but it's okay. In the end, it's your choice. You're free to leave right now if you wish to.” Martin said as he waved his hands towards the exit of the room.

My Captor *** (Amber POV) Because of my stupidity so I am now imprisoned. And this man in front of me now is the one who locked me up. My captor. I used to consider him an older brother, but after all, he did. Far be it from me to consider him a brother anymore. Tsss. I stared at the chain wrapped around my leg. He removed the rope from my hand and chained my right foot to the railings of the balcony.

She just stood there quietly as if she'd finally learned how to set boundaries with him. Larry crouched down, trying not to sound as tense as he felt. "Nora." Nora looked at him without a word. Larry felt his throat tighten. He then retrieved a small box from his pocket. It held a platinum wolf pendant inside, and carved in the back were the words, "For Nora. May you be free always." He didn't give her the wrong fit this time. However, Nora just looked at it for a bit and didn't take it from him. She just asked quietly, "Why are you only now remembering what I like?"

But I don't bat an eye. "You're not my father!" Looking him dead in the eyes, I say, "I am. And what I've said is final." ________ Author's Note _________ Hey, hey, hey, guys! We've come to the end of The Alpha King's Captive!!! Thank you so much for reading it through!! This is me crying, screaming, throwing up!