Swallowed Hole

LexaAustin brushes my shoulder as he moves in front of me, the two of us towering over the beach on our perch high above the waves. Without the fires, the beach is practically invisible, but it’s the silence that’s unnerving. I look out over the water with the slightest turn of my head. It’s a clear, beautiful night… at least, it was. A strange storm funnels toward the shoreline, smoke-like tendrils of dark mist creeping over the sea in whirls and swirls that carry the unmistakable taste of… copper. The mist floods the beach. Strange orange-hued lightning crackles in the silent storm beyond without the warning of thunder.Magic. It has to be. I try to step forward, but he stops me with a hand curled around my forearm, his grip tightening in warning. Neither of us breathe. Neither of us move. I can feel the tingle of magic between us as we send our silent commands for an explanation to the screams through the mind-link. I tug out of his grasp and take a single step toward the edge o

Last Updated : 2025-10-08

The Culling

LexaBoots scrape over stone. Water drips down moss covered bricks with a smooth plop, plop, plop next to my head, where my cheek is pressed against what I can only assume is the floor. It stinks here. Like sweat, blood, and filth I refuse to describe. I haven’t moved in hours, but I’ve been awake. Yes, I’m aware. Yes, I can feel every ache in my body. Yes, I’m alive, but why? The memories of the beach are hazy. I’m not sure how much time has passed or where I am. I could actually be dead, I suppose, and currently in purgatory awaiting the Goddess’s final judgment. People have been moving in and out of wherever I am for the last several hours. I know that much. Facing the wall with my body curled in the fetal position, I haven’t so much as glanced behind me–at the darkness, at the shadows that groan and grumble, at the sound of chains grating across the wet floor. The Boots, I call them, have been coming in and out, collecting souls in silence. A key slides into a lock. A murmured

Last Updated : 2025-10-09

Survival

LexaThere are no weapons to be had, which is my first and only observation as the horn sounds. Before the chains binding my wrists can fall to the ground like a dead weight, I grab the chain and spin, using my body weight and height to my advantage to send the chain ripping through the air. I keep my grip tight as it makes impact across the face of the first man to turn to us after the horn blares. Blood sprays, and the thick, heavy iron manacle attached to the end of the chain cuts through his face, taking teeth and bone with it. He falls to the ground. There’s a single moment of silence before all hell breaks loose. Bodies surge in my direction, faces contorted in violence, rage, and determination. Smug, male arrogance scents the air, mingling with the blood already beginning to stain the dirt beneath my bare feet, but just as I swing the chain back around to collide with two more men, the ground beneath me begins to pull apart, shaking violently. I teeter to the side, the chain

Last Updated : 2025-10-10

To the Victor Goes Nothing

LexaMeg groans as I wrap a length of leather torn from my dress around her mangled upper arm. Chessie kneels nearby, tearing into her dress, dried blood crinkling off her knuckles in crimson flakes. She hands me another length of leather, but her eyes tell me the truth of the matter. Meg’s in bad shape. She closes her eyes, leaning her head against the grimy wall of the room we were thrown into several hours ago, but we’re together, at least. “She needs to eat something,” Chessie whispers over the soft hum of the battle taking place above our heads. Another Culling. Sixteen so far, not including ours. The rounds take mere minutes to complete. Only five or six hours have passed, I’d guess, since our round ended. No one has come to see us, to feed us or give us water. No medical supplies have been offered. We’ve been alone, trying to stop Meg from bleeding out. I shake my head at Chessie with a sigh. “There’s nothing we can do as it stands.” I glance at the heavy wooden door blocki

Last Updated : 2025-10-13

All Chapters of The Alpha King's Breeder: Chapter 761 - Chapter 764

Swallowed Hole

The Culling

Survival

To the Victor Goes Nothing