บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Breeder: บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 400

KennaI adjust my apron strings to stop my hands from trembling. The corridor outside my dad’s office is unusually quiet and empty. Normally, warriors and higher ranking wolves would be walking back and forth or waiting on the benches along the wall for a meeting with him. Commanders would be speaking in low tones outside the door, not sparing a passing glance to the others waiting in the wings. And beyond the windows behind me, the city of Moonrise would be loud, shiny, and glowing with activity, but now it’s gray and silent. The wound on our precious, sacred city festers with every passing second my mother, the queen, is gone. I chew my lip and rock on my heels. “You had an opportunity to tell me the truth and you chose to lie–”“She is my mate, and I will decide what is best for her!”I close my eyes and let out my breath. I’ve been listening to Dad argue with Evander for the last ten minutes. Dad promptly shut the door in my face when I tried to follow Evander inside, so… what

Ella Dim lighting casts the space in a strange, unnerving glow. I pace along the wall, running my fingers over the strange carvings that seem lost to time and make little sense to me, despite over two decades of learning every custom and legend about Eastonia and its dark history. Even Amanda’s not sure what these murals and carvings mean or depict, but we’re in agreement that we’re deep underground in the ruins of some old temple to some lost god. Amanda rushes out a breath and slumps into a dusty armchair, which looks out of place in the sitting room where we’ve spent the last two days. Maybe it’s been two days. I haven’t seen the sun since before the eclipse began and everything absolutely unraveled. “I can’t shift,” she breathes, closing her eyes. “My powers are shot.”“Me neither,” I grumble, tucking my filthy, dust covere

Kenna The willow tree wasn’t touched during the battle. I’m not sure how I would have felt if we’d walked up and found it destroyed. Some of the tension in my chest eases as Evander parts the curtain of branches and ushers me inside the shaded haven of our youth. My gaze sweeps over the cool, shady clearing before I turn to my mate and finally let out a deep breath. It seems like I’ve been holding it since I woke up this morning. “What do we do?”Evander paces with his hands tucked in his pockets, his brow pinched in thought. “You and Brie will go to Veiled Valley, immediately.”“But–”“It’s the best option other than sending you both to Maatua,” he cuts in. I rest my back against the tree trunk, crossing my arms under my breasts. “I won’t just run away and let others fight my battles. I’ve spent my ent

Kenna My heart is in shambles as I walk up the slight rise to the willow tree. The forest groans all around me in a stiff breeze that promises cooler weather and storms tonight. It would be a welcome relief from the heat and a distraction from the raw conversation I just had with my parents about everything that happened and will soon happen. I’ve been blessed to have never experienced the torment of war. Sure, small tangles and skirmishes have occurred during my parents’ reign, but nothing like this. Nothing that promises what could be years of battle and bloodshed while Gabriel fights his way to my parents’ throne. He’ll never take it. He’d have to overthrow the entire royal family in both kingdoms to succeed. But he’ll lay waste and leave bodies in his wake. I move the branches out of the way and step inside the cool sanctuary of the willow. “Evander?&rd

EvanderMy mind is a roaring, tangled mass of chaos as I tear through the castle with Kenna at my side. It’s full night–nearly 3:00 AM–but the castle is alight with activity as warriors canvass every inch of every room and winding hallway. Kenna’s tears have dried, but her eyes are wide and hollow as I guide her to my family’s wing, neither of us saying a word. Brie was taken last night, and so far, she hasn’t been found. A maid is dead–killed in my mate’s bedroom. Neither of us have eaten or slept. Worse yet, the prisoner I interviewed in the barracks is gone as well. All signs point to the Draven Coven for the kidnapping and murder. I yank Kenna into the foyer of my family’s quarters. It’s quiet–my parents are out, probably sitting in Ella's office or Ryatt’s war room deciding what needs to be done, but I’m sick of waiting. Kenna’s despair is like a blade in my chest. I take her upstairs into my bedroom which hasn’t changed at all since I was a young teenager and I left home