Semua Bab The Alpha King's Breeder: Bab 651 - Bab 660

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

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

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

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

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