Library

Home / Werewolf / The Alpha King's Breeder / Chapter 821 - Chapter 830

All Chapters of The Alpha King's Breeder: Chapter 821 - Chapter 830

1029 Chapters

Time to Go

ArisWhat I should have done is sent Roman back to Sapphire Ridge to chill the fuck out. What I did instead was nothing. It’s been three days since Willow stormed out, Roman shut down, and I kissed Posey not once, but twice against my better judgment. Three days of pretending like everything is okay, that I didn’t do something that will forever ruin my friendship with Posey and her brother if he finds out, which he won’t. I’m not even thinking about Roman, however. He’s a grown-ass man. An Alpha’s son. He’ll be fine, but his presence is currently grating on my nerves, and him leaving would be the best option. He’d go back to his responsibilities, and he’d have the opportunity to bury whatever he’s going through and refuses to talk to me about it. But if he leaves, so will Posey. I can’t allow that quite yet. I tell myself it’s not because he’ll take Posey with him, and I feel like I’m on the cusp of changing her mind, but because I need this summer as well. Like Roman and Posey, I

Like Grim Death

PoseyRoman’s departure wasn’t the least bit shocking. He hovered in the doorframe of my bedroom in the glare of morning light, posturing, refusing to make eye contact as he rattled off what was happening and his expectations of me in the meantime. “It’ll be better for you to stay here. It’ll give you a chance to actually put forth an effort in your upcoming entrance exam, and I will finalize the details of your move to Moonrise while at home. You won’t have to worry about Mom and Dad’s feelings on the matter. You’ll be alone here. You’ll have all the time you need to prepare for this. To succeed.” His voice was monotone but firm–a silent warning, and honestly, a confirmation that he gets it now. Why I’m doing this. Why I have to go. Even if his reasons for being okay with it are entirely selfish and only about him and his precious future.He said nothing about Aris and left after saying, “I’ll pick you up in ten days, give or take.” The first thing I did was check my calendar, coun

Is She a Witch or Something Worse?

Posey“Here.” Aris slides a glass of purple-hued liquid in my direction. Fizz lifts off the round balls of ice within, and it smells like juniper and lavender. I immediately wrinkle my nose. I enjoy the occasional glass of wine, but I’ve never been one for hard alcohol, even during my college days. “Don’t worry. I know you don’t like liquor” Aris leans against the railing overlooking the lower level of the bar, where a live band sends a screeching rock melody through the venue. “It’s a mocktail. There’s nothing in it but soda water and flavor.”I arch a brow. “You’re not drinking either?”He shakes his head once, lifting an identical drink to his mouth. “Nope. I think I’ve drank enough for an entire lifetime while the boys were here. I want to be clearheaded going forward.” His gaze holds mine against the strobing lights. I feel a little off-center despite the crisp,buzz-free flavor of the drink. He finishes his in a single swallow and sighs, looking over the top of my head at the

Wild with Fever

ArisThe clock over the stove reads 12:57 A.M. Posey moves into view wearing a tankt op and shorts, her skin shiny with perspiration. She piles her hair in a bun on the top of her head. In the dim light of the kitchen, she’s all curves and skin, something soft enough to sink my teeth into. I bite my lower lip instead, rolling the glass base of my half-empty bottle of beer against the kitchen island. She opens the fridge, scans the contents, and takes two steaks from the bottom self, already rubbed and salted, like cooking a meal in the late hours of the night was always her plan. “You know you’ve cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner like clockwork for the past two weeks. You were under no obligation to do that.” I fold my arms over my chest. Her eyes met mine in the hazy glow of the stove light. Thunder booms in the distance as a storm funnels over the lake, but inside it’s still warm from the heat of the day and cozy, like we hadn’t just spent several hours out on the town and at a

The Nest

ArisPosey’s skin gleams in the midmorning light. I’ve been staring at her for the past hour while keeping watch on the back porch swing, giving her the space I can tell she wants. Classical music drifts from the kitchen where the sound of her knife against the cutting board is a rhythmic reminder of her presence, but even over the smell of whatever she’s cooking, something rich and deep with hints of maple, her scent is everywhere. The last two nights were insane. I can’t come up with a better word for it. Gods, I thought she was dying. I think she thought she was dying. Waking up in the dark hours of early morning with her sweat-soaked body clutched against mine and her scent enveloping me had me thinking thoughts I can’t say out loud, like whatever’s happening to her has me by the balls, and I’d crawl through fire to make her feel better. I twirl my phone over my fingers, stealing a glance through the open patio doors leading into the kitchen, and slowly rise. Posey dumps a bowl

The Cabin in the Woods

PoseyIt’s an overcast, drizzling day. I watch raindrops trickle down the circular windows of the one-room cabin in Aris’s sailboat, tracing their trails with my index finger. My stomach is tied in multiple tight knots as the boat rocks on the choppy water. Fog hugs the horizon as far as I can see. I have no idea where we’re going. I packed for two days but nothing for this kind of weather. I met Aris at the edge of the dock, and he put me down here, alone, while sending us into the storm. The door to the cabin opens, and Aris steps down into the warm, dry air. Rain drips from his hair onto his shoulders, soaking into the soft fabric of his worn-out flannel. His silver eyes meet mine briefly, hooded, lined with dark circles, before he shrugs out of the shirt and drapes it over the couch. “How are you?”“Don’t,” I croak, sniffling as I tear my gaze away from his shoulders, bare in his cut-off T-shirt. “I’m fine.”“You’re not fine. You’re far from fine.”“Which is why you’re taking us

Making Amends

PoseyAfter telling me everything he knows about his Shadowsynger ancestors, which is very little, and the strange caves beneath Veiled Valley, which are immense and guarded by some kind of creepy spirit, Aris tears himself from the cabin like being in my presence is painful. It sucks. I don’t know how else to describe it. The knowledge that my scent is suddenly overwhelming to him, like I’m some beckon of fertility and everyone in the nearby vicinity knows it, has me cringing. I assume that’s why he brought me here–to the middle of nowhere, miles and miles away from anyone else and trapped on a small island. Aris left his clothes on the warped front porch in an untidy pile. I missed seeing him in his wolf form, but I gather his damp clothes and hang them to dry in front of the woodstove, using a length of twine I found in the kitchen strung between two sturdy, obviously handmade wooden chairs. I explore, running my fingers over every surface, every touch like an electric shock–all

Check

PoseyNights falls on the cabin, but neither of us noticed the sunset until Aris mentioned something about the time, which I hadn’t been keeping track of. It’s still raining, and he’s shifting again as it stands, probably to hunt for whatever he’s going to eat raw for dinner seeing as our only other option for cooking is the woodstove, and while I’m capable of cooking like a dream, but not using that. That’s a bit out of my wheelhouse. Still, I twirl the second vial of contraceptive tonic between my fingers, watching the flakes of herbs dance in the milky liquid. I’d been too sick to my stomach to differentiate each herb, spice, and flower used to make it when I took the first draft, but this time I might be able to. If this heat isn’t a one-time thing, I’ll need this again, won’t I? I should know what ingredients I’d need to make it for myself because I highly doubt the priestesses I’ll be sharing the remainder of my life with will have them on hand.A crash echoes from outside, and

Just Once

Posey “You’ve always been a whiny, demanding, pain in my ass,” he pants, pinning my wrists above my head. His mouth is hot against the column of my throat as he traces a long, wet line with the flat of his tongue. He likes it when I writhe beneath him. The smiles against my skin paint my body with heat almost as much as the rough, nibbling kisses I know will leave little marks that won’t wash off for a few days–a brief reminder of tonight. “Keep your hands above your head. Grip the pillow.” I obey, my fingers curled in the plush fabric. My heart races when he rises above me just enough to deftly unbutton the flannel I stole, revealing the white, damp tank top underneath. He takes a shaky breath and then chuckles darkly, greedily, and his eyes meet mine in the dim light. “You’re perfect.”“What?” I breathe, losing myself to the way his knee draws up between my legs and puts a breathtaking amount of pressure where I need it the most. “Your breasts are a masterpiece.” He kisses the

Think About It

PoseyThe fever returns in the morning when the sun rises. It’s thick and syrupy with no end in sight. I sit up, surrounded by sheets and pillows I don’t remember carrying up here from the couch. I’m wearing nothing but one of Aris’s cut-off T-shirts, which I don’t remember putting on. I rub my face on the worn fabric, inhaling deeply, trying to clasp onto whatever shred of reality I can find. All that takes up my mind is… here. Being here, in this cabin, with this man I’ve known my entire life. A man so far out of my league it’s laughable. The same man who made love to me last night like it was something fated. An act we’ve done a million times. Slow, tender, aching, the kind of touch I imagine comes from decades of knowing a lover's body. I’m delusional when I walk downstairs, my brain split into sections. Sex. Lust. Greed. Possibly, hopefully, a single shred of who I am outside of this heat, but that section is the weakest of all. Sunlight pours through the open front door, casti

PREV

...

...

NEXT

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP

DMCA.com Protection Status