All Chapters of The Alpha King's Breeder: Chapter 721 - Chapter 730

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She's Like Me

BlakeSkye has said four words to me over the course of the afternoon. It’s not weird, I suppose. She doesn’t know me. She’s only seven, too, and doesn’t yet understand that we’re the same, and our view of the world is strikingly different compared to the people we love. Leona didn’t give me a choice about staying for lunch, which Marianna and I didn’t have the stomach to touch as it stands. She’s currently in the house with Leona, doing what, I don’t know, but I’m sitting on the grass with my seven-year-old daughter who doesn’t know anything about our connection, and maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t really think she’d care, to be honest. What she cares about is rocks. She hands me another rock which I dutifully split into pieces with the hammer resting against my thigh. She hums her disappointment when there’s not an agate inside, which is what she’s looking for, I think. The pile of rock discard is growing to the point it’ll wreck a lawnmower, but I don’t know how to tell her w

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

Break Him

BlakeI walk out of my haze of powers onto a level, gravel road lined by farmland. Streaks of deep navy and fading violet paint the sky as stars twinkle into view, a masterpiece I’d stop to inspect if I didn’t have somewhere to be. Along either side of the valley, houses built along the mountainside shine like their starry counterparts, and a few farmhouses are spread out, but the animals in the barns and sheds are silent, sleeping. Silverhide is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. It’s quiet here. Calm and restful, even during the rush of spring planting and the fall harvest. Ryan turned this valley into a utopia, and his pack is happy, healthy, and prosperous, but they still live as simply as possible. I get it. Sometimes I long for a life like that–something normal. Something still and calm. Quiet. Always quiet.A soft spring breeze carries the scent of snow still lingering on the mountaintops as I walk toward the center of the village where the farmhouses bleed into

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Lie to Me, Honey

MariannaThe front gates of the palace are heavily guarded every second of the day. I clutch my purse to my side, dressed in tan slacks and a cream colored sweater–less casual than normal–in hopes that I’ll get in without a huge fuss. I double checked to make sure all of my IDs are in my wallet, and as I remove my sunglasses and peer at the security gate, I still feel an overwhelming sense of dread. It was easy enough to get into the castle for the ball because a driver was sent to fetch me. I didn’t have to come through the front gate that night. Now?I inhale, holding my breath as I walk toward the warriors stationed outside the massive, towering wall of alabaster stone, but they don’t even look in my direction. Not until I make a move for the foreboding, metal gate that prevents anyone from seeing what I know is an ethereal garden and the steps leading up to the palance. The security post is the size of a small house, and while the guards on either side of the gate turn to me, g

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

Those Are My Memories

BlakeEight Years AgoMarianna pants, gripping my arm to hold herself upright as we sludge through mud so thick it sucks my shoes into its murky depths. A layer of water runs over the mud, making what was once a dry dirt parking lot shimmer in the shadow of the festival taking place a few hundred yards away. Music drifts toward through the relentless sheets of rain hammering over our heads, and I stumble, nearly dragging her down into the mud.“BLAKE!” she howls, laughing hysterically. I catch her around her middle and yank her upright, cursing under my breath. “I’m never going to let you forget that this was your idea. I told you it was going to rain. Epically.”“Maybe you should be a meteorologist instead of an architect? You have a knack for it. You’re never wrong.” Her giggle laces through me, sending a flush of warmth across my wet skin. Her boots keep getting stuck in the mud. My car is still a quarter mile away, thankfully parked on a hill overlooking the absolutely swamped f

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

He Only Cares About Himself

MariannaI’m not even out of the castle before my body succumbs to an immense wave of regret. I brace myself on the banister of a sweeping marble staircase curving down to the third floor, squeezing my eyes shut as I sink against the steps. What is wrong with me?I’m literally criminally insane, aren’t I? Blake is trying to help us, and I’m actively boxing him out, and for what? Unrequited feelings? A lingering ache of rejection I haven’t been able to dim? The idea that had he just… grown up, been a fucking man about this… I wouldn’t have been through what I had to go through the past four years. It should have been him by my side. It should have been his mark on my neck. My phone buzzes repeatedly. My body curls with dread as I hang my head between my knees, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. Female voices drift toward me from the hallway below. I lift my head as a trio of women in strange outfits walk past the base of the stairs. Their pants are made of what looks lik

Last Updated : 2025-08-26

Something's Happening

BlakeVeiled Valley is shrouded in rain clouds as I walk through the castle, met by a welcoming gust of warm air. The spirit of the house is usually happy to see me compared to others. I’ve often wondered where it came from, why it chose this place to make its eternal home. It follows me through the castle while I make my way to the office Ryatt keeps here, despite being a few months into his retirement, which I think was Ella’s idea more than his. Sconces light my way, flickering on with each step I take up a winding stone staircase older than anything in Moonrise. Veiled Valley has been around since the dawn of time, I think. So long, in fact, I can’t see its origins in the tapestry weaving between the stars. A blond young man steps out of a room carrying a stack of books. He flinches when he sees me in the shadows, then sighs, shaking his head. Silver eyes meet mine in the flickering haze of amber-hued light as he greets me, saying, “Shit, Blake, I didn’t know you were going to

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

You'll Have to Kill Me First

MariannaSkye’s asleep with her body curled around three of her favorite stuffed animals when I step into her room and shut off the nightlight casting stars all over her ceiling. A soft breeze whispers through thick curtains I quietly pull closed before tucking her in for what feels like the hundredth time. I’ve been on edge all day. It’s been… the worst day. First, Blake. Me shoving another wedge between us. Then, fighting with Mom… with Skye overhearing. After the fight I went down to the lake and tossed my phone into the water in a rage, then shifted, running over all of Moonrise until the sun began to set, and I slunk home to sit at the table with my mother and my daughter. My dinner was served cold. I deserved it. I gently close Skye’s bedroom door while the mark on my neck aches. It’s a deep pain that makes my throat and shoulders sore and is relentless, but also, unfortunately, familiar. Dean wasn’t faithful. I’m not sure he ever was. Our relationship was fast and furious and

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

The Binding Spell

BlakeI slowly place my fingertips against Dean’s forehead as he writhes, spasming as… his mind is torn to absolute shreds. It’s sloppy. Untrained. Memories sprint toward my powers, blooming into images that make my blood boil. Him hurting Marianna over and over again. The memories split and shatter before my eyes, but it’s not my doing. I pull out of his mind and rise, my eyes on the two women standing shellshocked at the top of the stairs. “Go to them. Go!” Soren barks, pinning an increasingly frantic Dean to the ground. I catch Soren’s gaze, and he nods, a silent comradery expanding in the space between us. He’s not going to let this man get back to his feet. I’m at the top of the stairs in an instant. Marianna is kneeling at Skye’s side, begging her to wake up, to stop, but Marianna’s words are slurred as blood drips from her swollen, split lips. Bruises fan over her cheekbones and both eyes, and her nose is definitely broken. I grip the doorframe so tight it cracks to stop mys

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

Death's Door

BlakeKenna gazes down at Marianna, who blinks up at her, her eyes cloudy and unfocused when Kenna’s faint healing powers ripple through her, healing bruises and gashes. We moved her to the apartment upstairs–a random guest suite on the fourth floor–an hour ago. I’ve been bouncing between her room and the room where Skye is still fast asleep under the watchful eye of Leona, who hasn’t slept a wink tonight, and the first signs of morning are already shimmering through lace curtains lining the windows overlooking the city. Kenna clicks her tongue, silently motioning for Marianna to turn her head to the side so she can get a better look at the mark branded on her skin. It’s terribly inflamed–rotting, to be honest. Marianna winces deeply in pain when Kenna prods the swollen skin with her fingers. Maeve paces behind me with Fallon tucked against her shoulder. My cousin shakes her head, her face twisted in fury. The healer who discovered what they’re saying is a curse, a woman named Mine

Last Updated : 2025-09-01

Am I Dead?

MariannaI wake with a start in a sun drenched room I find completely unfamiliar. My brain is a dead weight in my skull–heavy and hazy–like someone’s been sitting on it, pressing me deep into the paper thin, but incredibly stiff, mattress. New scents erupt all around me, but they’re not as sharp as they normally are. In fact, my senses feel… all tangled. I can’t feel my wolf at all. Instead, I just feel… odd. I try to lift my head off a thin pillow that smells sharply of laundry detergent but can’t. A dull ache grips my neck, forcing me to give up. I grip sheets that don’t feel familiar. Starched and stiff, they crinkle between my fingers, and I have a sudden, blurry memory of Skye’s birth in that hospital in Crescent Falls. After a wave of nausea passes, I grunt with the effort of sitting up, using my elbow to lift my upper body into position. Off-white walls and sparkling clean tile floors in a soft gray greet me along with the glare of the sun, where tremors of sound bleed into

Last Updated : 2025-09-02

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