All Chapters of Captive Of The Count: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amara's pov I am very sure that slimy jeez-ball cheated us! Cora growled as I watched the cab driver speed off. His tires screeched against the tarred tracks, the noise the act forged was unsettling to my hearing. I do not think he did, I shrugged threading my fingers in puppy Orian's fur as she gazed at the foreign environment, sniffing in the air, It was a pretty long ride and I think we are in the deepest part of town. The bad part you mean? She asked and I had to agree with her. I felt like the dumb movie character that was where she wasn't supposed to be as I took in my surroundings just as my puppy did. It couldn't be more obvious that it was the shabby part of town, with brown buildings that looked like they were dens for criminal activities. Men in groups of twos and threes were hurdled together placing hands on their pockets intermittently while looking over their shoulders like they expected an attack anytime soon. People walked by, hookers stood on

Amara's pov My dreams were usually horrifying or simply spectacular. But the last one I had was different, way out of the ordinary, and all shades of strange. This one started with a quest for Orian, at first, a puppy came along which I named after him, and then there was a club, and entering it brought me nemesis, a sweet kind of nemesis that started with pet crocodiles and they had a man for a snack per Orian's orders. And then I stabbed him, before running away and coming right back at him. He bruised my ass with his stick, brought me to the brinks of pleasure with that same stick, and then I peed on him.I chuckled on remembering that part of the dream wondering how embarrassing it would have been if that had happened for real.And the effects of the actions in the dream seemed to have transcended into real life. I couldn't seem to muster enough strength to open my eyes and fatigue coursed through my bones turning my limbs to jelly. When I shifted against the

Amara's pov Life was terrific. With Orian barefooted in the kitchen, messy hair, wet clothes sticking to his body just as mine did and for some odd reason, we never bothered to take them off because he mumbled something about cleaning up together, ooo, exciting.I was stretched out on the counter chewing on some strawberries which I didn't get his permission to eat and I watched him hovering over the stove preparing a simple Russian stew as he called it, which he loved when he was a child and my interest was spiked when he spoke of meat in it.While he was cooking, I stared. I admired the flex of his muscles and body movements as he picked up a spoon or turned the ladle.Puppy orian was laying in a corner after being fed and tired out by playing and she looked happy. I loved it here, I could get used to it, I could get used to stealing his berries while he cooked or offering to massage his arms when he was done.All of this was blissful till my parents called.And

Amara's povOrian won me a teddy, fair and square.Fair and square? Cora didn't agree with my words and she was right not to.I do not think fair and square was the right expression to be used in this case. It was more of growls and glares which left the man at the stand quaking in his boots.Well, this is all my fault at first.I had wanted the big stuffed red bear and I pleaded with grump to play for it. Thinking about it now, I have no fault here.How would I have known that he won't abide by the rules?We had gone up to the stand. The guy manning the stand welcomed us and smiled at me. It was a weird smile but a smile nonetheless and it wasn't really pleasing to Orian. I could tell by the way his hand tightened around my waist. He handed the game fee over to the man, and politely asked him to bring forth the teddy.I knew he was polite because I am used to Orian and his tone is always assertive but to any other person or a stranger, he must have sounded rude.So Kent, I knew his n

Amara's pov I think I might have to change my villain origin story and to be honest, I liked this one better, it sounded more original and in my head, it looked like a story that can break Hollywood.This time it won't be a man not texting me back.It will be because I was almost raped by my so-called fiancé, attacked by him, forcefully marked, and then him bailing out and leaving me in a burning cottage to save himself screaming that he couldn't carry me because I would slow him down.But it was so easy for him to fling me on the bed and almost ruin me. I crawled out of the bedroom and down the stairs passing through the pain of my skin coming in contact with heated floors.Everywhere was smoky and I had to squint even with wolf vision to see through the haze.I couldn't feel myself from the point of the mark at my neck to my entire right arm which lay limp by my side like it was paralyzed.I could see the red blotches on my skin which were illuminated by th