The Captive Kingdom Novels & Stories

Nevertheless, Brixton pushed through the paper on my hand out of his slipping patience. I opened the parchment as my eyes widened on it. It was big, and a lot of written words in modern English were on it, including the rules and regulations in this kingdom along with his own rules. The parchment says I am now his slave, one who will do everything for him, and an instrument to bear a child for him. "B-Bear a c-child?" I mumbled in astonishment. "Yes," he answered directly. "I am the successor. If no one would present themselves to be my queen, then you will step up and bear one. You ought to give me an heir, as that is one of your duties to be my slave."

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!

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

To the man that I could risk everything even my life. “What about Caleb? He's the heir to the throne. He had lived his life in normalcy while I was a prisoner in my own room.” I reasoned with him. But father's face was set like a hard immovable stone. “Caleb proposed a merger without the wedding but Enrico Hernandez insisted about it. Victoria please understand we don't have the capacity to go on war with the Hernandez clan.” Our Kingdom designs and manufacture state-of-the-art weapons. But over the years we don't have any reason to go on a war. The kingdom grew complacent, only paying close attention to the new weapons to sell all around the globe.

“Those responsible have been caught and will face justice.” He gestures to the side, where a group of captives are forced to their knees, now bound and guarded . There are wolves from our own ranks, and some from packs further afield but still part of this kingdom. I recognize some of them, faces twisted with defiance or shame. They’re the ones who took up arms against us, who tried to kill their own Alpha King and his Luna Queen. It’s a betrayal that cuts deeper than any blade, a wound that will take more than time to heal.

I could hear the heavy clinking of the chains padlock snapping shut, and sealing my fate. Everyone gathered, looking at me in disgust. The entire servant staff, the low-ranking warriors, the cooks, and the stable hands formed a tight, suffocating circle around the platform. They spat on the gravel, their eyes filled with a lethal combination of disgust and hatred for the captive girl. Through the blur of my tears, my gaze swept across the crowd one last time, desperately searching for a shred of remorse. Finally, my eyes landed on a familiar figure standing near the edge of the stone steps.

I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..

He denied proudly, "A King remains a King, no matter where he is." "Your grandfather is the King." Divya smiled at him, "And after him, Ranvijay will take his place, so why are you wasting your time and getting in a fruitless tussle? You will never be the King, Raghvendra. So it's better you stop thinking about it. A King remains a King, even if he's not in his territory. Don't let anyone manipulate you. Don't forget who you really are, Raghu."

"Oh okay." The more realization settled within me, the more my tears threatened to spill and I didn't want to cry. I didn't want him to see me cry again, that would show him that his plan is working. I couldn't imagine a life of captivity waiting patiently for when your captor agrees to take your life and end your misery while meeting your family on the other side as the only flicker of happiness existing within you. It wouldn't take long before we reach his kingdom and his plan begins to unfold. I wonder whom he would kill first and how he was going to end their life and how he would choose to end me when he was done with them.