All Chapters of The Alpha King's Breeder: Chapter 651 - Chapter 660

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He's a Nightmare

MaeveKieran, my two-year-old nephew, is a strange creature. I’m not sure if all toddlers are this way, or just him, but I find it hard to believe that any parent would live through this and decide to have another–and another. It must be hard having so much feral energy packed into such a tiny body, which explains a lot, honestly. His dark, curly hair bounces around his pointed ears as he races down another long corridor, screaming at the top of his lungs just to hear the sound of his own voice. I grimace when he trips on the carpet runner and falls face first, not even bothering to use his hands to save himself. I stand perfectly still several feet behind him, waiting for the wail to begin, but he hops up, teary eyed, and turns to me. “Mama now?”“Mama’s still in her meeting,” I tell him with a sigh. He pouts, those big, hazel eyes welling with alligator tears that slide from his impossibly long lashes. He’s a cute kid, I’ll give him that. Everyone says he’s Logan’s spitting image,

Last Updated : 2025-05-15

Taking It All

SorenI’ve been preparing for this moment. I have one shot, in reality, to do this and succeed. The palace of Moonrise is a fortress–heavily guarded and an absolute maze within, but I’m an expert in my trade, so to speak. The brown delivery uniform doesn't fit well, but it has to work. I try to keep my shoulders relaxed so I don’t burst through the fabric as I hike the steps to the main entrance of the clinic on the far, backside of the palace while the sun sets over the lake in the distance. Music from the festival continues, never ceasing, not in the week since it began. It’s the perfect cover. The chaos in the city square just outside the palace walls has been keeping the guards busy and distracted, which means the clinic is quiet and nearly empty as I skirt inside. A long, circular front desk is manned by only one witch in a starched, white nurse’s uniform. She looks up from a tablet, smiling faintly at me as I move toward the counter, reaching up to adjust the brown ball cap tha

Last Updated : 2025-05-16

Not a Fair Fight

SorenStorm clouds roll in as I lean on a wooden counter rapping my knuckles against the surface while a pudgy man in grubby clothing inspects the gems. Sapphires, rubies, and emeralds glimmer in the lightbulb swinging over the top of his bald head as he squints through a pair of glasses that make his eyes ten times bigger than they actually are. I glance over my shoulder at the narrow, dimly lit hallway leading back to the heart of a pub in Old Moonrise. This room is a secret, closed off from the public, and open to only a select few. There’re places like this all over Eastonia. We call them Fences here–a place to barter and sell stolen goods without questions being asked. In Crescent Falls, they simply call it the black market. If I had time on my side, I would have traveled there to fetch a better price. Thunder rattles the building, followed by the roar of sheets of heavy rain hitting the tin roof. I glance at my watch. It’s already 3:00 in the morning. “How long is this going

Last Updated : 2025-05-19

Broken and Bound

MaeveMy back hits soft, cream-colored carpet as the sitting room in my private apartment in the palace materializes. Gloves’s hand is still wrapped around my neck, but his grip is loose. His body is a dead weight pressing mine into the carpet. My vision blurs as pain like I’ve never felt before cascades through me like a waterfall of pure fire. My ribs ache from multiple cracks. My cheeks, jaw, and nose are bruised. My head pounds where his fingers were tangled. I’m sure I’m missing chunks of hair… and I taste, and smell, blood. Lots of blood. Probably mine and his. I suck in a painful breath and shove him off me. My arms tremble against his weight, but I manage to slide him to the side and kick out. Gloves is completely unconscious lying face down on the carpet when I roll onto my hands and knees, gasping for breath he’d stolen from me. I spit blood and tooth fragments onto the carpet, wiping my mouth on the back of my swollen, bruised fingers. I, of course, didn’t think my actio

Last Updated : 2025-05-20

One-Way Ticket

SorenSomething’s off. I yank against the knots, ignoring the pain in my body. I have to give credit where credit is due, I suppose, seeing as the two women who tied me up did a fine job of it. I hear a door close and water running, then make my move. Maeve thinks she has the upper hand because she’s a princess, because she’s a witch, but I know she’s more powerful than how she’s acted so far, and that makes me nervous. She could have bound me here using those powers. She could put a ring of fire around me, preventing me from escaping, but she didn’t. There’s something about the moonstone that’s not sitting well with me now, which means I need to go get it before she does. I yank on the ropes until they loosen just a touch, then slam my weight into the chair several times until it starts to break. I grit my teeth, praying that she’s showering and taking her time with it instead of, I don’t know, washing my blood from her hands. Another jerk and the chair begins to snap. A second j

Last Updated : 2025-05-21

Utterly Useless

MaeveI’m vibrating. I’m lying on my back, but I’m moving… which is strange. I open my eyes to darkness and an unfamiliar room with gray plastic paneling and… handles fixed to the low ceiling. An incessant rattle makes my ears ring. I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again, expecting to be back in bed in Moonrise, in my room, but I’m…. Oh, shit.I sit up, whirling toward the man resting on a bench across from me, his arms tucked around his chest and head leaning on the wall by the tiny window overlooking a dark, never-ending forest. He slowly opens his eyes to slits. He’s holding a plastic butter knife, twisting it between his fingers as he looks at me through this thick, dark lashes. Adrenaline cuts through the power fog weighing me down, but not enough to drag me out of the haze, not yet. I need… I need rest. I need sleep. I need something, something he has, or had. I lick my lips, holding his gaze as I debate my next move, my next words. “I was really looking forward to sleepin

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

You Owe Me

MaeveThere is nothing I can do but fall. I stretch my arm, trying to summon any power I can siphon from the sliver of moon visible through the clouds. I’m empty and falling at what feels like the speed of light. I’m honestly thankful for the fear and adrenaline buzzing through my veins at the moment because it’s the only thing keeping me from being sucked in a full-blown power-depletion coma. Soren’s arm is ripped from my waist when we breach the trees. He shouts in pain, but his voice is drowned out by snapping branches and rustling leaves as I plummet to the forest floor. I land with a crunch in a thicket of thorn bushes. I’m wearing jeans and a light sweater, but it’s not enough to stop the thorns from shredding into my clothes, piercing my skin as I try to roll out of the bush. “Maeve?” Soren shouts, panting my name somewhere nearby, but I can’t see him. It’s the middle of the night, and without the moonlight to illuminate the forest, I can’t see a damn thing. “MAEVE!”“I’m ri

Last Updated : 2025-05-23

Sayonara

MaeveI like to try to learn something new every day. Today, in the dead hours of the night, I learn that ten dollars does, in fact, cover the cost of a hotel room in the shittiest little hotel in all of Eastonia… which includes a twin bed with what I believe might be a rather large blood stain, a blanket that has seen better days, and a single pillow that should probably be thrown into a fire. Soren chews his lip as he leans on the door to close it, sighing deeply as he scans our new surroundings. I refuse to look at him when his eyes graze my profile, however, and keep my focus on the disgusting, yellow-stained pillow and bed likely crawling with little bugs. “I can go ask if they have extra satin sheets,” he says sarcastically, which earns him an absolutely scalding glare. “I’m not sleeping on that bed.”“Yeah, you’re not. I bought the room, so the bed is mine anyway.” He strides past me, opening the only other door in the room, which leads to a bathroom I’m not sure he can even

Last Updated : 2025-05-26

Out of Juice

MaeveI’m not one to wear sun dresses and cardigans. I’ve never considered myself softly girly, by any means. I like clothing I can move in–athletic shorts, sneakers, a sweatshirt if it’s chilly… or the sweeping, ethereal fashions I grew up with in Veiled Valley–gowns and cloaks of satin and silk. I look in the rust-eaten mirror in the tiny bathroom, running my fingers through my frizzy dark hair. It’s the best I can do as it stands. I don’t have a comb. I don’t have pins or a scrunchy to keep my mane pulled back away from my face. I’m just… me in my rawest form, I suppose. I stare at my reflection. My eyes are bloodshot and glazed, and my fingertips prickle with adrenaline as I swipe toothpaste onto a shiny new plastic toothbrush Soren left on the counter for me. I spent most of the morning in bed, finding it hard to move. My body feels numb and stiff, and every breath is a struggle, but I manage to brush my teeth and limp back into the main room where a pair of brand new, rolled u

Last Updated : 2025-05-27

She's Not Supposed to Be Here

Soren“What are you doing here? How did you find this place?” I sneer. Maeve blinks up at me, her expression relaxing into what I can only describe as relief. She gives me a rough shove, but I tighten my grip, arching a brow in challenge. “Don’t fuck with me right now, Maeve.”“I’m sure you’d love that,” she replies hoarsely, the corner of her wide mouth pulling into a smug smile bordering on… seductive. I’m seeing things, obviously. There’s nothing about her I even remotely desire. Especially her company. “Why are you spying on me?”“I’m not.”“Then why–”“My powers,” she grits out, shoving me again, but her hands hold on my chest. “They’re not coming back.”“You said all you needed was food and rest–”“It doesn’t work that way.”I ease my grip on her throat but keep my arm pinned over her breasts. She’s soaking wet, water droplets gliding down her collarbones and seeping into the bodice of the dress. I look into her eyes, scanning them for any threat, anything that would make me d

Last Updated : 2025-05-28

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