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Breeder For The Lycan Lord The end
Anna stood before the mirror, hands trembling slightly as she touched the fabric of her dress. It was red—deep, warm, almost the color of dried petals or freshly spilled wine. It wasn’t what most brides would wear, and that was exactly why she chose it. White was for innocence. For clean slates. For stories that hadn’t yet begun.But hers had already been written in fire, blood, and love. In betrayal, in trials and many other things.The dress clung to her in the right places, her protruding stomach showing visibly, before it gave way to a wide bundle from her thighs downwards."You look pretty," Sandra said behind her."Do you think Xandros would like the dress?""Why wouldn't he? Every color looks right on you." Sandra said as she ran her hands over the necklaces on the table and then she picked the one with the name, Anna."Xandros gave me that,""Shows." Sandra grinned widely as she walked behind Anna and helped her fix the necklace."O M G." Wyatt rushed into the room, with Anita
Breeder For The Lycan Lord The rest
“I don’t like it,” the old wolf muttered.Xandros didn’t even glance his way. “You don’t have to like it. You just have to stand there and keep your mouth shut.”Korin grumbled, folding his arms, his gray beard twitching. “The witches burned my great grand uncle’s territory. Twice.”“And wolves tore my grandmother's sister in half,” Gaelle snapped from the opposite side of the field, where the witches had gathered beneath the oaks. “So if you want to count bodies, we’ll be here all night.”Anna sighed and stepped between them, her shoes crunching on the dry grass. “This isn’t about who bled more.”“It should be,” Korin muttered.“No. That’s why it always falls apart,” Anna said, softer now. “We keep trying to measure suffering instead of ending it.”There was a long, heavy pause.Around them, witches in layered robes murmured to one another. Wolves stood in half-circles, tense and watchful. Most looked uncomfortable—none had put away their distrust yet, even if they’d left their weapo
Breeder For The Lycan Lord Marked
Gaia’s house wasn’t grand, large or ostentatious. It wasn't even up to half of the land Khaos took. Neither was the building as big as even the library at Khaos.It was hidden in the woods where the trees grew thick and the wind smelled like damp moss and wild herbs. The gravel path crunched beneath their shoes as they approached, and Sandra felt something shift in her chest. She couldn’t explain it, but it was as though the land itself recognized her presence.It felt like home. Comfy.And secure. So close she could practically feel the warmth seeping into her skin.“This is yours?” she asked softly as Gaia opened the door with a simple twist of his wrist.He nodded, stepping aside for her to enter. “Built it myself. Every stone, every plank.”"You built it?" She gasped."Yep. There was no wars during those times and I had nothing to do as Xandros's beta."Sandra paused just inside the threshold. The house was warm and quiet. Not just quiet in sound, but quiet in energy. The kind o
Breeder For The Lycan Lord Alone
The lodge nestled deep within the territories was as far from the hospital and Khaos as the moon was from the sea. Built of stone and cedar, it breathed with warmth and quiet, surrounded by thick pines and the steady whisper of a stream just beyond the hill. No one approached without permission. Nobody came unless summoned. No guards posted nearby. Here, there were no enemies, no threats, only silence, and time.Anna leaned against the balcony railing, wrapped in a soft robe that smelled of lavender and mountain mint. The wind was gentle tonight, teasing strands of her dark hair across her cheek. She let it. Her skin still ached where Kalista’s magic had burned through her, but the pain no longer felt like it belonged to her, it was fading, piece by piece, along with the weight of that long, terrible battle.Inside, the lodge flickered with low candlelight. Runes carved into the beams pulsed softly, woven there by the witch council and Anita to protect the child in her womb. The baby
Breeder For The Lycan Lord Recovery
The dust had barely settled.The hallway that had once echoed with medical chatter and squeaky wheels now stood in eerie silence—scorched, half-collapsed, with crackling fluorescent lights hanging like vines from the ceiling. The tiled floor was smeared with blood, some of it black with magic, some still steaming where Kalista had bled and burned.Anna lay cradled in Xandros’s arms at the far end of the corridor, both of them surrounded by the aftermath of war.The beast had not left him.Though his claws had retracted and fur vanished, Xandros still breathed like the wolf. Chest rising and falling in deep, uneven gulps. His shoulders trembled, not with weakness, but with the savage intensity of barely-contained instinct.The moment the doctors rounded the corner, responding to the emergency alarms.He turned.Snarled.And they froze.There were five of them. A trauma team in white coats, rubber-soled shoes, and blue gloves. None of them looked older than forty. Not one dared take ano
Breeder For The Lycan Lord Kalista
Anna’s body trembled with the aftershock of the blast. Smoke hung thick in the air. Xandros lay crumpled against a bent hospital bed, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His Lycan form was retreating beneath torn flesh, unconscious and unmoving.And Kalista turned to her.She floated several feet above the floor now, her robes curling like smoke, her fingers crackling with malignant magic.“Now,” Kalista said, her voice like crushed velvet, “it’s just us.”Anna’s feet moved before her mind did. Her body shifted into a battle stance her modern self didn’t recognize, but her soul remembered. Even the ache of her womb dulled in the face of rising, buried power. Her breath calmed.She had never fought Kalista in this life.But Zaekyr had, once. She remembered.Kalista’s smile faded. “You still reek of fear.”Anna raised her chin. “Not fear. Memory.”“You’re not Zaekyr,” Kalista snapped, her voice echoing unnaturally. “She’s dust. A footnote. You’re just a frightened little girl
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