บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Breeder: บทที่ 971 - บทที่ 980

OakleyI’m barely lucid when the rolling, golden hills of Silverhide come into view at first light. A giant breakfast spread was laid out in the center of New Glade when Ian and I traversed back down from the peak after several hours of just talking and watching the stars. I’m not sure it even happened, to be honest. It feels like a dream, even now, while walking in sleepy, quiet solidarity beside him. Neither of us have said a word since we set out after breakfast. I have no idea where Allison is, but I’m sure she is on her way home as well. I trust Ian, which means I should trust his friends, too, and if not, Miller has another thing coming for him in the form of Allison’s fierce mother. My house comes into full focus when we approach the village center. The shops are opening for the day, and the air smells like yeast and sugar from freshly baked bread with a hint of the smoke from the village fire. Ian has slowed his pace for the past half mile or so. I’m pretending not to notic

IanIt’s storming in Veiled Valley, as it usual is in the later afternoon. I honestly love it here, and I’m not alone. Aris and Posey’s home, which they share with their entire brood of children, rests on a cliff overlooking a dense, mystical forest that doesn’t make any sense. Evergreens grow thick here, but so do tropical trees and underbrush that makes the view from the crystal skybridges overlooking their deep valley an uncommon shade of bright green. Aris, as a Shadowsynger but also the divine heir of his bloodline, controls the weather here. At least, his emotions do. I honestly don’t know much about that. I’m normal in comparison. Skye spirited me here an hour ago. Lucan, her son, is at home in Moonrise with Alex, where they both work as researchers at the university. Moonrise was my first stop. Uncle Sydney didn’t say much to me when he arrived in New Glade, but he did talk to my parents for a moment. I’m not really sure what to expect now. To be collared again? Probably. To

OakleyI’ve always loved an Endovan sunset. The skies here are wide and open, and in the right conditions, the clouds burst in the richest shades of gold, orange, pink, and light blue as the sun slips below the horizon. The smoky air makes everything feel slightly hazy and dream-like, even here, about a mile from the village, where the grassy grazing land is now broken up by tents and small groups working as hard as they possibly can to finish shearing hundreds of sheep. Aunt Janis was right when she said it was an all-hands-on-deck situation. Endova experienced quite the baby boom in terms of their herds this year, and while it’s a notable success on all fronts, it means hundreds of sheep to shear and thousands of pounds of wool to process in a matter of days. Naked sheep don’t fare well in the winter, that’s for sure, but by the time the rainy season hits the grasslands, their coats will already be growing in thick again, and next spring, their first shear of the year won’t be a t

OakleyMy body hits the rock wall, but not as hard as I intended when I decide this would be a better way to die than between that monster’s teeth. The contact does knock the wind out of me, though, and I fall backward directly on my ass in a puddle of stale, sulfuric smelling water. The beast snorts and huffs nearby, and those sounds echo into what I quickly realize is a tight space–a cave, a single rift in the rock wall I thought would be my grave. The opening is just wide enough for me to slide my hips through. Once I’m past the entrance, the space opens. I keep moving, instinct spurring me to get as far away as possible. I pause and scrub my hands over my face, taking several deep breaths to try to calm my nerves, but it’s useless. My chest aches while my heart continues to thunder. I have no weapons, no way to defend myself. I can’t outrun this monster, and for some reason, I can’t shift. I just don’t understand how to yet. I rise and creep back through the cave until I can se

NaomiJuliette is probably the loveliest young woman I’ve ever seen. She’s kind and soft spoken, like her mother, Posey. She’s also very quiet and shy, all qualities she inherited from one of my favorite aunts. She has an underlying streak of rebelliousness, however, that screams allegiance to the Westwood side of our family, even if Great-Grandpa Ryatt refuses to admit that most of the drama our side of the family causes is a direct result of his, and Ella’s, genetics–the two most dramatic people in the Goddess’ kingdom. Julie, however, keeps that part of her safely hidden, which makes her the perfect spy. She’s only twenty, poor thing. She has an old soul and no patience for petty, girlish games and crushes. Her entire world revolves around alchemy, and she is exceptional at it. “It feels nice. I like the weight,” I muse, turning a smooth, silver blade over in my hand to inspect the mother-of-pearl grip I requested. “The alchemized moonstone can hold a good bit of power if you c