All Chapters of The Alpha King's Breeder: Chapter 641 - Chapter 650

BrieI open my eyes as I’m falling through thin air. I don’t even have time to scream before my body drops into water. Deep, rough water that drags me under the second I suck in a salty breath. I flail against the waves, trying to find the surface, but the undercurrent drags me down again, pulling me by my dress and tossing me upside down. My head hits something hard, and I screech, but the sound is empty. I suck in water, choking, and realize quite suddenly that I’m drowning. I go as still as possible, using the last of my energy to start moving with the current instead of against it, which turns out to be the best idea I’ve ever had, especially under duress. I open my eyes underwater, staring down at the shallows. It’s sunny. Daytime. And below, seaweed waves between large, gray rocks. Pockets of sunshine dance through the water, illuminating seashells in shades I’ve never seen before. Another wave crashes over the top of me, sending me rolling into even shallower water, and fina

BrieI wake in the early hours of the morning to soft sunlight brushing over my cheeks. I’m sure I cried myself to sleep last night. I forgot where I was, but only briefly, reality rushing in, reminding me that I made it to Emberfyll alone. I roll in the furs, letting the warm, morning sunlight play over my face, but then I hear a commotion coming from outside. Yips and barks dance through the air. I rise, clutching the windowsill for support as I squint into the sun and see a dozen wolves racing through the flattened, charred space that used to be the front garden. Smoke rises in the forest from chimneys, the villagers waking for the day, but I can’t see past the trees and their thick summer canopies. The wolves are racing into the forest. I whirl to heavy footsteps running into the room I was given to use as my own last night. Seamus braces himself in the doorway, panting like he ran all the way here from the depths of the castle. I wait for him to tell me we’re under attack, or

BrieI wake up the next morning curled in Logan’s arms. I doubt we got more than a few hours of sleep, but my mind won’t shut off, and I doubt his has either. We lay there in silence for several minutes. Logan draws lazy circles on my arm while staring up at the ceiling. I want to ask him what he’s feeling right now. I’ve never seen him this quiet, this at a loss for words. So, I’m the one who talks instead. “Do you remember me as a kid?” I ask, and he nods, then shrugs one shoulder. “I suppose. You’re seven years younger than me, though. You would have been playing with dolls while I was out hunting or training to be a warrior.”“Maeve mentioned last night, when I told her I could speak your language, that I spent a summer in Silverhide while Aviva was teaching you how to read and write. Apparently, I picked up your language back then, and just… forgot about it.”His fingers stop moving for a moment, but then he chuckles low in his throat, rolling over to face me. “I actually rem

Brie“I can walk, really,” I say with a hint of annoyance as Maeve wheels me in a wheelchair down the hallway. “You just had a person exit your body rather violently,” my sister quips, obviously enjoying herself at my expense. “I wish I’d seen it.”“I’m glad you weren’t in the room,” I reply, sniffling dryly as she takes a sharp corner, nearly tipping me over. “It wasn’t a fun time.”“It didn’t sound fun,” she admits, laughing sharply. “You scared me to death!”“You didn’t have to linger outside the door, you know.”“Where else would I have been? You’re my sister. You just gave me a nephew. Of course, I was going to be there.”She stops at a seldom used elevator and slams her fist against the button, tapping her foot. “I can walk–”“No, this will be faster.”“No one uses these elevators, Maeve. If we get stuck–”“We’re not going to get stuck,” she grumbles, pressing the button repeatedly until the doors finally slide open. Then, she wheels me inside, flipping me around to face the d

SorenLight creeps over the wet cobblestone in the inner city. Moonrise is washed in pale gold as the sun sets, the glowing orbs outside each home, each business, light the narrow, ancient streets as the sun's warmth fades beyond the mountains. My boots squelch in the puddles left behind from an epic rainstorm that nearly flooded Old Moonrise, but this city is raised above the lake, safe from the high water. In fact, the pebbled beaches that line the long, turquoise waters are completely submerged now, and rain still patters overhead, pinging off awnings and pouring out of gutters, further soaking the street I’m following uptown. The castle rises into view, its windows shedding light across the more affluent neighborhoods, parks, and shops that surround its massive gates. Impenetrable gates, they say. It’s said that it’s impossible to get into the city-sized palace, and on an average day, I’d believe it. But it’s not an average day by any means, even with the storm still passing o