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Chapter 14: Selene's Gambit
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The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 15: Rebuild and Retaliate
Lucien’s POV Her scent clung to me like smoke, wild, earthy, sharp, searing my lungs from that moment on the stairs, her body brushing mine, her breath hot, her green eyes cutting through me. My boots pounded the den’s stone floor, chest heaving, scars stretching under my open shirt, blood flaking off my arm where it had dried, her defiance a live coal smoldering in my gut. She’d nearly slipped free, bare feet silent, green eyes blazing, almost gone until I’d caught her, too close, her heat sinking into me, stirring me, twisting me. I’d hauled her back, locked her in, but those eyes stayed, slashing me, daring me, and I hated it, hated her, hated how she’d burrowed under my skin. I stormed into the main hall, torchlight flickering, orange glow dancing on the walls, Vira and Ragnar slumped by the fire, fur matted, blood crusting, my last wolves, my only fangs. Vira’s brown eyes lifted, cautious, bruised, her arm bandaged where Selene had taken her down, mossy scent thick, her growl
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Lucien’s POVThe forest pressed in tight, pines clawing at the gray sky, wind cutting through my fur, cold and sharp, my paws sinking into the damp earth. Vira flanked me, mossy scent thick, her breath puffing white, Ragnar a heavy shadow on my right, scars glinting, his growl low, steady, my wolves, my hunters, my pack. We’d been out since dawn, tracking a stag, its musk faint but close, my chest heaving, ice-blue eyes narrowing, hunger gnawing at my gut, fury still simmering from her, from Selene, her green eyes blazing in my skull, her scent wild, earthy, pulling at me, stirring me, damn it, stirring me. She’d excelled yesterday, hauling wood, skinning hides, her hands steady, her strength quiet, fierce, and I hated it, hated how it twisted me, how my wolves watched her, how I watched her. The stag bolted, antlers flashing, hooves pounding, my growl tearing free, loud, rough, lunging, claws slashing mud, Vira and Ragnar bursting with me, fur bristling, my pack, my hunt, my kill. I
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-25The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 17: Scars of the past
Selene’s POV The den was a hollow shell tonight, stone walls drinking in the quiet, torchlight sputtering weak and orange, shadows twitching like restless spirits. My bare feet pressed the cold floor, jeans crusted with mud, sweater frayed at the shoulder where Lucien’s grip had torn it days ago, the air thick with smoke and the stag’s roasted scent. I’d stitched him up yesterday, his blood on my fingers, his ice-blue eyes piercing mine, his breath hot, stirring me, damn it, stirring me. He hadn’t shoved me off, hadn’t snarled, just let me linger close, his heat seeping into me, steamy, wild, alive. Now he was out there, by the fire, his growl rumbling low, and I was here, pacing my cell, green eyes glinting, mind churning, fierce, restless, caged. The door sat ajar, steel bolts slack, a sliver of light leaking in from the hall, voices drifting, low, rough, his voice, gravelly, slicing through the stillness. I stopped, green eyes narrowing, ears pricking, bare feet hushed, steppin
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-25The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 18: The weight of secrets
Selene’s POVThe den swallowed sound, its stone walls cold and unyielding, pressing against my ribs like a fist. Torchlight danced weakly, orange and frail, throwing shadows that clawed across the floor, long and sharp. My bare feet scuffed the gritty stone, silent as a ghost, my jeans crusted with mud that flaked off in dry, crumbling patches. The sweater clung to me, frayed at the shoulder where Lucien’s fingers had dug in last night, tearing the fabric when he’d shoved me in here. I’d been pacing this cell for hours, my green eyes glinting in the dim, restless, caged—mind spinning, feral, alive. His words from last night chewed at me, relentless: his parents betrayed by Dax’s father, my mother’s howl ripping through the war to end it. It twisted everything—every memory, every hate, every certainty I’d clung to. A flash caught my eye, small but sharp, winking from the corner where stone met dirt. I froze, my green eyes narrowing, feet stilling, breath held tight in my chest. Steppi
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Selene’s POVThe den’s main hall loomed around me, its stone walls closing in tight, torchlight sputtering like the last breaths of a dying fire, throwing long, twisted shadows that scratched at the floor. My bare feet scraped the cold stone, silent as a wraith, jeans crusted with mud, the letter in my pocket heavy as a blade, its words branded into my skull—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse. Lucien’s growl from last night still rattled my bones, his ice-blue eyes slicing through me with distrust, his body heat slamming into me when he’d pinned me against the wall, demanding I spill it all. Now he stood by the hearth, shirt unbuttoned, scars rippling across his chest like battle maps, his stare fixed on the parchment as I shoved it into his hands, my fingers grazing his—warm, calloused, a jolt sparking through me, alive and dangerous. He snatched it, ice-blue eyes narrowing to slits, a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he unfolded the worn page, torchlight catching the fraye
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Selene’s POV The night clung to me, heavy and close, the air thick with pine and wet dirt. The den’s stone walls trapped the chill, pressing it into my skin as my bare feet scraped the rough floor. My jeans were stiff with dried mud, crusted from the fight two days back, and my mother’s letter sat like a stone in my pocket. Its words chewed at me—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse—over and over, relentless. Lucien’s growl still rang in my head from earlier, his ice-blue eyes burning when he’d sworn we’d face it together. Now, the main hall stretched out empty, torchlight flickering faint and yellow, throwing twisted shadows that clawed up the walls. I moved silent as a breath, green eyes sharp, chest tight, hunting for him, for something to quiet the chaos tearing me up inside. A low growl rolled from the far end, near the hearth where the fire had collapsed into glowing embers, red and sullen. Vira’s voice sliced through the stillness, rough and deep, her mossy scent hittin
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 21: The Hunt for Answers
Selene’s POVThe forest stank of wet earth and rot, mist so thick it clung to my skin like a damp shroud, cold and slimy. My bare feet sank into the muck, toes curling against the chill, jeans plastered to my legs, heavy with mud and blood from yesterday’s kill. The letter in my pocket burned against my thigh—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse—its ink bleeding into my thoughts, eating me alive. Ahead, Lucien prowled, boots squelching, his shirt soaked to his scarred chest, muscles flexing under the thin fabric, ice-blue eyes cutting through the gloom. Last night, his growl had pinned me to the wall—you’re mine, curse or not—his breath hot on my neck, stirring something dark and hungry in me. Now we chased the seer, the one who’d known my mother, who might unravel the howl tearing me apart, the curse sinking its claws deeper every damn day. The air turned sour, a wet-dog reek hitting me hard—wolves, too close, stalking us. My green eyes flared, chest tightening, every muscle coi
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 22: Healing Touch
Selene’s POVThe shack’s walls sagged, rot seeping from the wood, the air thick with damp and the sour stink of blood. Mist curled outside, gray and heavy, choking the pines, but inside, it was just us—me and Lucien, bruised and torn, the seer’s words still clawing at my skull: Break it as one, or burn as one. My bare feet stuck to the dirt floor, cold and gritty, jeans ripped at the thigh, blood streaking my skin from the scout fight—mine, theirs, his. Lucien slumped against the wall, shirt shredded, chest heaving, scars slashed open by claws, blood dripping dark and slow, pooling in the dirt. His ice-blue eyes glinted, half-lidded, pain etched deep, but alive—damn him, alive and pulling me in. I dropped to my knees beside him, mud sucking at my skin, green eyes sharp, breath tight in my chest. “You’re a mess,” I said, voice low, rough, hands shaking as I tore a strip from my sweater—already frayed, soaked with sweat and filth. He growled, low and wet, ice-blue flicking to me, his l
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The forest swallowed me whole, its darkness thick and heavy, the air sharp with pine and wet dirt. My bare feet sank into the mud, cold and slick, each step a fight, my breath puffing white in the faint moonlight. The bag slapped against my hip, light but loaded with my choice—to run, to shield the pack, to escape the mess I’d made. But Lucien’s touch lingered, his kiss a brand on my lips, his heat tugging me back, damn him. I pushed forward, green eyes sharp, scanning the trees, their branches jagged and black, clawing at the sky like broken fingers.A twig cracked behind me, loud and sudden. My heart lurched, chest squeezing, green eyes wide as I spun, breath locked tight. Nothing—just the wind, leaves whispering, the forest alive and watching. But I felt it—someone close, stalking me, their presence heavy. I bolted, feet sliding, mud grabbing at me, pulse pounding, fear and anger churning hot in my stomach. He was coming. I knew it, his growl echoing in my head, his voice—you’re mi
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The den stank of blood and fear when the scout stumbled in, his body a wreck—fur torn, one eye a swollen mess, claws scraping the stone floor as he fell hard. I froze, my bare feet cold against the dirt, green eyes wide, watching from the shadows as the hall went dead quiet. Lucien lunged forward, his boots slamming the ground, a growl tearing from his throat, low and vicious. He dropped to his knees beside the scout, scarred hands gripping the wolf’s shoulder, ice-blue eyes blazing like a storm about to break. “What happened?” he snarled, voice rough, the air thick with tension, the metallic tang of blood choking me.The scout coughed, wet and ragged, blood flecking his cracked lips. “Dax… sent a message,” he rasped, his voice barely there, shaking. “Hand over Selene… or the pack burns… by dawn.” My chest locked tight, green eyes fierce, the words hitting me like a blade, cold and sharp. Lucien’s growl deepened, his fingers digging into the scout’s shoulder, scars flexing under the t
The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 22: Healing Touch
Selene’s POVThe shack’s walls sagged, rot seeping from the wood, the air thick with damp and the sour stink of blood. Mist curled outside, gray and heavy, choking the pines, but inside, it was just us—me and Lucien, bruised and torn, the seer’s words still clawing at my skull: Break it as one, or burn as one. My bare feet stuck to the dirt floor, cold and gritty, jeans ripped at the thigh, blood streaking my skin from the scout fight—mine, theirs, his. Lucien slumped against the wall, shirt shredded, chest heaving, scars slashed open by claws, blood dripping dark and slow, pooling in the dirt. His ice-blue eyes glinted, half-lidded, pain etched deep, but alive—damn him, alive and pulling me in. I dropped to my knees beside him, mud sucking at my skin, green eyes sharp, breath tight in my chest. “You’re a mess,” I said, voice low, rough, hands shaking as I tore a strip from my sweater—already frayed, soaked with sweat and filth. He growled, low and wet, ice-blue flicking to me, his l
The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 21: The Hunt for Answers
Selene’s POVThe forest stank of wet earth and rot, mist so thick it clung to my skin like a damp shroud, cold and slimy. My bare feet sank into the muck, toes curling against the chill, jeans plastered to my legs, heavy with mud and blood from yesterday’s kill. The letter in my pocket burned against my thigh—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse—its ink bleeding into my thoughts, eating me alive. Ahead, Lucien prowled, boots squelching, his shirt soaked to his scarred chest, muscles flexing under the thin fabric, ice-blue eyes cutting through the gloom. Last night, his growl had pinned me to the wall—you’re mine, curse or not—his breath hot on my neck, stirring something dark and hungry in me. Now we chased the seer, the one who’d known my mother, who might unravel the howl tearing me apart, the curse sinking its claws deeper every damn day. The air turned sour, a wet-dog reek hitting me hard—wolves, too close, stalking us. My green eyes flared, chest tightening, every muscle coi
The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 20: Whispers
Selene’s POV The night clung to me, heavy and close, the air thick with pine and wet dirt. The den’s stone walls trapped the chill, pressing it into my skin as my bare feet scraped the rough floor. My jeans were stiff with dried mud, crusted from the fight two days back, and my mother’s letter sat like a stone in my pocket. Its words chewed at me—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse—over and over, relentless. Lucien’s growl still rang in my head from earlier, his ice-blue eyes burning when he’d sworn we’d face it together. Now, the main hall stretched out empty, torchlight flickering faint and yellow, throwing twisted shadows that clawed up the walls. I moved silent as a breath, green eyes sharp, chest tight, hunting for him, for something to quiet the chaos tearing me up inside. A low growl rolled from the far end, near the hearth where the fire had collapsed into glowing embers, red and sullen. Vira’s voice sliced through the stillness, rough and deep, her mossy scent hittin
The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 19: A Fragile Truce
Selene’s POVThe den’s main hall loomed around me, its stone walls closing in tight, torchlight sputtering like the last breaths of a dying fire, throwing long, twisted shadows that scratched at the floor. My bare feet scraped the cold stone, silent as a wraith, jeans crusted with mud, the letter in my pocket heavy as a blade, its words branded into my skull—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse. Lucien’s growl from last night still rattled my bones, his ice-blue eyes slicing through me with distrust, his body heat slamming into me when he’d pinned me against the wall, demanding I spill it all. Now he stood by the hearth, shirt unbuttoned, scars rippling across his chest like battle maps, his stare fixed on the parchment as I shoved it into his hands, my fingers grazing his—warm, calloused, a jolt sparking through me, alive and dangerous. He snatched it, ice-blue eyes narrowing to slits, a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he unfolded the worn page, torchlight catching the fraye
The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 18: The weight of secrets
Selene’s POVThe den swallowed sound, its stone walls cold and unyielding, pressing against my ribs like a fist. Torchlight danced weakly, orange and frail, throwing shadows that clawed across the floor, long and sharp. My bare feet scuffed the gritty stone, silent as a ghost, my jeans crusted with mud that flaked off in dry, crumbling patches. The sweater clung to me, frayed at the shoulder where Lucien’s fingers had dug in last night, tearing the fabric when he’d shoved me in here. I’d been pacing this cell for hours, my green eyes glinting in the dim, restless, caged—mind spinning, feral, alive. His words from last night chewed at me, relentless: his parents betrayed by Dax’s father, my mother’s howl ripping through the war to end it. It twisted everything—every memory, every hate, every certainty I’d clung to. A flash caught my eye, small but sharp, winking from the corner where stone met dirt. I froze, my green eyes narrowing, feet stilling, breath held tight in my chest. Steppi
The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 17: Scars of the past
Selene’s POV The den was a hollow shell tonight, stone walls drinking in the quiet, torchlight sputtering weak and orange, shadows twitching like restless spirits. My bare feet pressed the cold floor, jeans crusted with mud, sweater frayed at the shoulder where Lucien’s grip had torn it days ago, the air thick with smoke and the stag’s roasted scent. I’d stitched him up yesterday, his blood on my fingers, his ice-blue eyes piercing mine, his breath hot, stirring me, damn it, stirring me. He hadn’t shoved me off, hadn’t snarled, just let me linger close, his heat seeping into me, steamy, wild, alive. Now he was out there, by the fire, his growl rumbling low, and I was here, pacing my cell, green eyes glinting, mind churning, fierce, restless, caged. The door sat ajar, steel bolts slack, a sliver of light leaking in from the hall, voices drifting, low, rough, his voice, gravelly, slicing through the stillness. I stopped, green eyes narrowing, ears pricking, bare feet hushed, steppin
The Alpha King's Captive Bride: Forbidden Desires Chapter 16: Vulnerability
Lucien’s POVThe forest pressed in tight, pines clawing at the gray sky, wind cutting through my fur, cold and sharp, my paws sinking into the damp earth. Vira flanked me, mossy scent thick, her breath puffing white, Ragnar a heavy shadow on my right, scars glinting, his growl low, steady, my wolves, my hunters, my pack. We’d been out since dawn, tracking a stag, its musk faint but close, my chest heaving, ice-blue eyes narrowing, hunger gnawing at my gut, fury still simmering from her, from Selene, her green eyes blazing in my skull, her scent wild, earthy, pulling at me, stirring me, damn it, stirring me. She’d excelled yesterday, hauling wood, skinning hides, her hands steady, her strength quiet, fierce, and I hated it, hated how it twisted me, how my wolves watched her, how I watched her. The stag bolted, antlers flashing, hooves pounding, my growl tearing free, loud, rough, lunging, claws slashing mud, Vira and Ragnar bursting with me, fur bristling, my pack, my hunt, my kill. I
