THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Wet, cold stone walls in the back of Alexandria as she leaned up against the earth, wrists trapped in metal cuffs. The condescending elders, ex-prisoners, sat stiff and unbroken, faces furrowed with weariness and fury."This is madness," one of them growled, breaking the silence. "How did this come about? How did we let him seize power so effortlessly?"Alexandria smiled, a cold, cruel smile, and shook her head. "Because you all underestimated him." Her eyes blazed with barely contained rage. "You thought Vladimir still the boy who craved your approval. But he isn't. He is a tyrant now, and you made him king."One of the older men, a silver-haired old man with fierce eyes, gasped for breath. "And what do we do, Alexandria? We're in a helpless dungeon. He's got Emereah in his clutches, the pack under his command, and we're at his mercy."Alexandria curled her lips into a sneer."And you're telling me to simply sit here while it happens?" She was close already, voice cold but deadly. "V

The silence returned after Emereah disappeared—but Alexandria's heart didn't.It was the bolting, bellowing, snapping against her ribs as if that was a battle drum. Her hands were shaking now while they were clenched into fists, cuffs digging into her wrists. Just for a moment that awful desperation of the dungeon did not seem so real; the chains became gossamer.She came.She listened.There was still time.But not enough.Tomorrow, the Moon Eclipse would bind Emereah to Vladimir in a ceremony as ancient as the earth—one that gnawed not merely on flesh, but on soul. If it worked, Emereah's doubt would die. Her memories would fade. Her defiance would be ash in her teeth. Alexandria paced what little space she had. Every step was a storm of tension. Her thoughts sharpened, cold and lightning-fast.I have to escape. Tonight. Before the ritual.She rested her head on the wall.More steps of the guards these days—she'd riled up a hornet's nest with speaking to Emereah. She could feel it.

Moonlight sliced shards in the palace corridor as Alexandria tore through the blackness. Breath came in cruel gasps, heart pounding like a war drum. Each step threatened to be caught precariously close, but she had no other option. She has to locate Emereah. Before Vladimir finished the final knot around her neck.Steel clanged behind her."Halt! There she is!"Alexandria spun, eyes afire. Two guards charged towards her, swords raised."Not tonight," she spat low in her throat.The first charged, but she fell, kicking his legs with a precise kick. He fell to the stone floor, wind knocked from his chest. The second cut at her ribs, cutting into her skin. She screamed in pain, but locked onto his wrist, twirled him, and smashed his arm into the stone wall."Do not try me!" she spat, blood trickling down her side.Additional boots boomed down the hallway. She spun and ran to the grand chamber, to Emereah. Her eyes welled from pain, but determination burned hotter. Emereah stood on the ba

In the great hall, tension was palpable. Emereah's rebellion had not been anticipated, and Vladimir's mind stumbled to reassert command. His golden eyes, which had previously been cold and calculating, now blazed with frantic fervor."Emereah," he started, his voice a careful calm that masked the tempest within, "I realize your confusion. Recent occurrences have been. overwhelming. But this is not the moment for conflict."Emereah's eyes did not waver. "So then when is the time, Vladimir? When will the truth be revealed?"A hum ran through the crowd of people gathered there. The elders glanced at each other, feeling the undertows of power struggle ahead.Vladimir stepped forward, bridging the gap between them. "You are my mate," he stated, his voice ringing off the stone walls. "Together, we will reign. To join and make our people stronger."Emereah's heart thudded in her chest. The weight of his words bore down on her, but the shards of memory—fragile and shattered—whispered of anoth

The moonlight had lost its warmth.It poured pale and cold over the marble floors of the throne room, where Emereah stood—still and silent—wrapped in a silver gown that shivered like starlight caught in a web. Her eyes, which had once brimmed with fire and spirit, now displayed the flat hollowness of glass.The sorceress's spell had taken root.She stood beside Vladimir, her body subservient, her spirit struggling in silence. The silver bangles on her wrists, once mere ornaments, now softly glowed with magic—a sign of slavery.Vladimir held out his hand.My people!" he shouted from the platform, face aglow with triumph. "Tonight, I announce what fate has long decreed. Emereah, child of the late Alpha of Silver Moon, will be my Luna. A union of two powers, two houses… and one throne!"The nobles of the Silver Moon pack—former proud warriors, now servile slaves in ragged robes—cried out in anguish. Their suffering echoed in the vaulted hall, raw and agonizing.No!\" one of the elders sh