All Chapters of THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The wind reeked of victory and defiance. The once-great Crescent Silver Moon Fang Pack was nothing more than ashes and memories of the past. The Red Crescent Moon Pack's banners waved over the conquered territory, their soldiers standing victorious over the broken bodies of the defeated. The moon, high and unconcerned, watched as the carnage unfolded.In the heart of the battlefield, the whole of the Crescent Silver Moon Pack—those who survived—knelt before their new masters. Some silently wept, others shook, their bodies battered and grimed with dirt. But among them, one did not cower.Emereah Blade, daughter of the fallen Alpha King, refused to bend her head.Her silver eyes, once a sign of nobility, now blazed with defiance. Her breathing was harsh, her clothes ripped, her body screaming in agony at the new slave mark burned into her neck. But she stood strong, her hands curled into fists at her sides.She could still hear the echoes of her father's final roar, the keen steel of en

Emereah leaned forward a small distance, lips against the ear of the man beside her as she breathed a soft reply, "Then do it." Tension stiffened his body. For a moment, his control cracked. And then—a slow, dark laugh. Sinister. "You are playing a very, very dangerous game, little wolf." Emereah smiled. "Then play with me." His eyes darkened. A cruel, unbearable silence bloomed between them. Then, without notice, he let her go. The sudden loss of his touch sent her stumbling, but she refused to give way to weakness. She stood tall, chest rising and falling from the tension still heavy between them. Vladimir simply regarded her, his face unreadable once again. "You mistake my patience for kindness," he breathed, taking a slow step back."But don't worry, Emereah. I'll remind you what pain truly feels like." He turned, walking for the door. As he departed, he caught her eye over his shoulder."Enjoy your last few nights of rebellion, princess." A smirk. "Because once I'm done with you…

Vladimir's chest was smooth and still glistening from his morning bath. He regarded Emereah with piercing golden eyes, as if a predator observing its prey. A loose silk robe draped over his shoulders, barely concealing his muscular, scarred body beneath.He was beautiful.And he was the devil.He smirked. “You’re staring.”Her jaw clenched. “You’re in my way.”His chuckle was dark, teasing. “Am I?”She tried to step around him.He blocked her.She scowled. “Move.”“Make me.”Her breath hitched.The air between them was thick—hazardous.Then, his hand extended.Fingertips tracing across her bandaged shoulder.She spat at touch, pain and something else distorting in her chest.He moved closer in, voice as smooth as the night. "Does it still hurt?"She bit her lip, not answering.His fingers traced the cloth softly, his touch too soft.And then—Vladimir tore the cloth away, exposing her shoulder.Emereah gasped, whirling to glare at him. "What the hell are you—""Looking."She stood up

The command sent a shivering chill through every person in the room.The servants hesitated, their eyes darting toward Emereah with silent pleas for mercy.One of them—the oldest, a woman who had served Emereah's family since she was a child—fell to her knees."Alpha, please—"Vladimir's glare snapped to her, and she ceased speaking immediately.The nobles watched, entertained, some sipping their wine as if it were a play."Do not test my patience," Vladimir commanded.The guards stepped forward, Emereah in their grasp by the arms.They dragged her to her feet, the golden shackles ringing against the marble floor.Her body protested. Pain tightened every movement, but she did not scream.This is what he wants.For her to beg.To break.To kneel at his feet and submit.But she would rather die.As they pulled her away, she shifted her head slightly—just enough to catch Vladimir's eye.Her silver blaze merged with his golden rage.And she smiled.It was thin, scarcely noticeable.But he

The Next Morning – Vladimir's Chambers Emereah stood stiff at the border of the grand window, watching the sun rise in the morning over the cold, bitter fields of the Red Crescent Moon Pack. She could still feel the burn on her cheek where Alexandria had struck her. She could still feel the heat of Vladimir's hand, the way he had possessed her in silence. Damn him. She hated the way Vladimir made her feel. And yet, here Emereah was. Because the Alpha had summoned her. The doors opened behind her, and she didn't even glance back because his presence permeated the room like a tempest. "Come here." His voice was low and commanding. Her fingers curled into fists. She ought to fight. She ought to fight him. But she turned. And there he was. But she lived. Still unbroken. The cell door slammed open. A wave of cold air and danger swept in as Alexandria came in, her high heels clicking on the stone. The other slaves cowered, huddling along the walls as Alexandria's cold gaze