All Chapters of Captive Of The Count: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Amara's pov I had begun to regret my decision of asking Eric not to drop me off at the castle so I could walk as the ache in my legs spread but the view of the castle towers came into my sight and the excitement of telling Orian about my day bubbled within me making me forget the ache. I hastened my steps so I could get to my destination as quickly as I could.The sun was setting already, the skies filled with pink streaks, and the wind blew gently against me rustling my skirts as I walked through the grass.It was already a bit late and I knew Aileen would be gone by now meaning Orian and I would be alone together, and we could do anything without worrying about us causing a disturbance.I looked in my arms as puppy Orian stirred in them. She had been asleep since Eric dropped me off and I couldn't wait to get home so I could put her to bed.Things went better than we planned, didn't they? I could tell. Cora was grinning as she spoke to me, we were just agitated fo

Amara’s povDisappointment clouded my being when I walked into the castle premises with my fingers slightly quivering by my side. Orian hasn't ridden out nor was he ready to. He was casually standing within the premises with a pile of half-burning clothes before him and as I walked closer, I could see that it was the clothes that were on his bedroom floor and a wild flame leaped engulfing the remnant of Imelda's thong and the rest of his clothesHe didn't attempt to find me.I swallowed tucking my hand in my pockets to take out my phone and sliding my thumb over the screen, I found out that he hadn't been the one to blow up my device. It was Eric wanting to know if I had gotten back safe and if I needed him to take me out tomorrow.I tucked the phone back in my pockets trying to still my hands as I walked over to him, masking the sadness on my face."You are back." His head raised, eyes slowly peeling from the flame, turning to me and I drank in his fake smile, watching him drown i

Orian's pov My wife's name and the word surprises should be synonymous. From following me around and trusting me when we first met to popping out of old cupboards and ruining my foster mother's stuff with the debris of the broken things around her, a bloody nose, and snacks in her lap.It would have been a comical sight if Penelope, my foster mother wasn't there and if I wasn't currently fussing around Amara trying to heal her wounds as panic coursed through me on seeing her injuries. I prayed for the wounds to heal knowing my powers were diminishing and I was getting weaker by the day because of reasons known to me alone that I haven't shared with anyone.Luckily, it worked and I rose to my feet after healing the last bruise on her knee."Hi." She giggled looking up at me with those huge green eyes and waving at like she didn't just pop out of a cupboard disastrously, "Hope I didn't intrude on anything important, grump?" She whispered, her eyes wandering, look

Orian’s pov "What are you doing?" My inquisitiveness was piqued as she uncorked the bottle, grinning at the pop sound and the vapor that came out."Celebrating." She filled the glasses and slid mine to me, "Drink up.""Celebrating what?" I eyed the drink, a sudden distaste for it settling in me knowing Amara hated the smell of vodka and strong alcohols. I surely can't drink this to discomfort her with my breath later."Your genius plan." She gulped down the liquid in her glass and poured more, "You have decided to take the girl for yourself, trap her and make her think you have some connection which will further destroy her when she learns of your Ill intents."My insides twisted in disgust as I remember Hector also thinking this was what I was up to, "No." I mumbled and she raised her brow at me having heard the word, "No." I intensified my voice making sure she heard clearer this time."You plan on getting her with a bast-""Our children will not be bastards, ma'am." "Hmm." She hu

Amara's pov I had concluded that Orian was a terrible liar now that I knew him. It wasn't like then when we were strangers where he could mask his feelings and lie through his teeth which let me to believe his lies. Now that I have known him for quite some time and we now share a mate bond even if it hasn't been consummated, I could tell when he was lying. If his eyes didn't give him away, I could feel a fraction of his emotions from the mate bond telling me his state of mind.He lied when he got out of the house. He didn't tell me the truth about what happened behind closed doors with his foster mother and I think he was physically hurt from the tightening I felt in my chest earlier on. If we had consummated yet, I would be able to tell exactly if he was hurt or not.He had told me it all went well but his head was bent over and his hands quivered with him making attempts to hold them still told me all I needed to know. After he answered my question about how it