All Chapters of The Alpha King's Breeder: Chapter 811 - Chapter 820

ArisWillow is exactly the type of girl Miles, our friend from our early warrior training days, would fall for. It’s a damn shame she’s all over Roman at the moment. Miles tilts his pint of beer back and sighs, shaking his head while Roman and Willow stand at the bar across the room. Tate raises a brow, his close cropped black hair catching the dim, flickering neon lights plastered across the wall to our backs. “What?” Miles gripes, running his fingers through his dark, equally short, hair. Both men are in the Ghost forces, low ranking, low enough that taking several weeks of leave wasn’t that big of a deal. “Roman’s not interested in her, man. He’d love someone to save him right now.” Tate shrugs, hazel eyes glistening. “Just go talk to her.”Miles grumbles something incoherent and twists his empty glass in a circle. I roll my eyes to Tate, who shrugs again before sipping his beer. “She’s staying for a while, according to Roman,” Tate offers. Miles glares. “She doesn’t seem lik

Aris“We should have spent more time here growing up,” Roman quips, sprawled on the smooth wooden deck of the sailboat, the sun relentlessly beating down on him, but he smiles under the shade of his hand. “Neither of us had access to our wealth until recently. Even just visiting Gem Lake is expensive.” I gently bank the boat to the left, gliding just close enough to shore to see the houses peeking out over the treeline. We’re one of a few boats on the water this morning navigating the wider areas of the interconnected lake systems and narrow passageways. Small towns and villages rest along the shore every couple of miles, but private homes and pack communities are abundant. Veiled Valley has thrived when other kingdoms have not. That’s clear as I scan the shore, watching ancient architecture blur against a wash of modern homes and businesses. Magnolia trees hang heavy with blooms over the water, their white petals dappling the shore. The air is heavy, humid, and stifling hot, and I

Aris“You didn’t have to come,” Roman says. We walk side by side through the market that’s held in Ruby every weekend. It’s crowded with locals and summer tourists alike, but through the noise and bobbing crowd, I catch a glimpse of Posey’s reddish-blonde hair as she weaves toward a stall selling an incredible array of freshly cut flowers. “I was either going to sleep half the day away or this.” I motion toward the market. “I had no other plans.”“Well, we’ve been going a hundred miles an hour since we arrived,” he says with a sigh. “I’m kind of looking forward to a break this weekend; I’m not going to lie.”“Are we getting old, Roman?”He smirks, shrugging. “I suppose the fun has to come to an end at some point.”“Hold this,” Posey says quickly before darting away, leaving Roman with the giant basket she brought, which is now full to the brim with vegetables, two loaves of bread, three bottles of wine from a local vineyard, and several small bags of herbs. Roman adjusts the weight

ArisI should be loving this. This is actually what I wanted out of my last summer of freedom before I submit to my grandfather and let him turn me into the new king of shadows he’s been pestering me to be since I was little more than fourteen. I should be shitfaced right now with my tongue down some stranger woman’s throat, but instead, I’m watching the beach and the hundred or so people I don’t know mingle and rally like this is their last night in the Goddess’s kingdom. Half an hour ago, I’d been finishing my second beer while watching Posey talk to a tall, dark-haired idiot I immediately recognized as the Alpha of Ruby’s son, Mason. I’ve only met the guy once, when I came to view the lake house for the first time, and didn’t hate him then, but I sure as hell do now because I can’t find the knuckle-dragging bastard anywhere, and I’m guessing wherever he went, he took Posey with him. I can’t relax, even after downing a third, then fourth drink… Well, perhaps this is my sixth, jud

PoseyAris moves like a wolf even in his human form. Every step is calculated and sure-footed. I follow him down a wolf trail just above the rocky beach. He keeps his eyes trained on the forest, turning his head ever so slightly to every sound, but he hasn’t said a word to me in over two miles. I can’t say I mind the silence, the walk itself. The hike. This is exactly the kind of activity I enjoy. It’s a beautiful day, and after this morning, my mind was in a tangle. Now, it's quiet. The overstimulation I felt back at the house is nothing more than a gentle hum of noise in the back of my mind while I focus on everything and nothing at all. Gem Lake as a whole is a melting pot of environments, and here, in the Ruby district, the beaches tend to be rocky and steep, and the trees, mostly magnolia, silverbell, and dogwood, grow thick, giving much needed shade. Further south along the Gem Lake system, like the cove we visited, the beaches thin, the sand growing soft and pale, and the wat