All Chapters of The Alpha King's Breeder: Chapter 981 - Chapter 990

OakleyI suppose, looking back on my entire life, I had girlish, romantic notions about eventually finding my mate. Yes, I have been one to say things like, “The mate bond isn’t instantaneous for everyone,” or to straight up allude to the idea that the moment of knowing isn’t like a lightning bolt to the chest, or tasting color, or seeing music notes floating around–however people describe it. Maybe the lucky ones feel like that and get their happily ever after immediately. But what is a relationship with one’s mate, possibly future husband, and the future father of my children, without a little… strife? Ian looks like he’s been dragged through hell and back twice over, and somehow, is still so handsome I could cry. I should feel lucky, and maybe, deep down, I do. But this was not how I imagined finding out I have a mate, and I have no doubt that he feels the same way. Bowls of soup go untouched on a table on the far side of the snug room where we’re being kept like prisoners beca

OakleyI’ve seen plenty of people shift into wolves. It’s such a common occurrence that it’s not something I dwell on. Some people are very dramatic about it, shifting in an instant and letting their clothing fray to ribbons. Others take their time, stretching and loosening up before stripping naked and neatly folding their clothes. It’s not violent or painful. It’s a simple, little pop, and all of a sudden, they have four legs instead of two. This is different. This is bloody and grotesque. This is painful, and it’s happening right above me. My scream is swallowed by a sucking sound that shatters the air around us. Ian’s pain radiates through me, forcing my heart to beat like a quick, frantic drum. His skin turns an inky, swallow green before melting away and revealing his new form. Perhaps his true form. “Don’t move!” Wren shouts, holding his hands out in surrender as Ian, now fully seated in his beast form, his wings expanded as far as possible in the snug, low-ceiling room, lif

IanFennec turns my hand over to inspect the blistering on my palms, but I’m watching Juliette tend to Oakley a few yards away, against the far side of the sunny, but smoke scented, clearing. Both women are kneeling, and Julie is taking extra care while braiding Oakley’s hair. “That’s her, then?” Fennec asks, his silver eyes searching mine until I finally meet his gaze. I nod, at a loss for words. My three cousins arrived less than twenty minutes ago, and Naomi immediately took control. I can say with certainty this was the first time I wasn’t happy to see her. It’s not that we didn’t need her. We did. Badly. But her arrival was during a moment when things finally felt somewhat right. “Do the clothes fit?” Fennec says, tugging on my shirt. “You’re only an inch taller than me. I figured it would be fine.”“It’s fine. Thank you.” My throat feels torn raw. He follows my gaze to Oakley, who has fresh bandages on her hands, and the wound on her face has already healed to a shocking s

Oakley“Come on,” I snarl, leaping over a fallen tree as I crash and stumble through the woods. Clouds block what little moonlight could possibly breach the thick canopy of trees trembling overhead, so it’s nearly pitch black, and I’m basically blind, nothing but frustration and spite leading my way. I don’t want to keep doing this night after night. I refuse to, honestly. This is it. The one defining moment. Tonight will determine everything. Whatever everything turns out to be. But I stop running when I realize I haven’t heard his telltale crashing through the forest sounds. I whirl, squinting into the dark, and find myself impossibly alone in a thick stretch of forest that feels awfully familiar. The cottage rises out of the mist just beyond the tree line and looks even more abandoned than it did the day I found it. I rush toward the structure, carefully stepping over the twigs I gathered to make the basket that’s now somewhere in the forest, reclaimed by spirits that likely lin

IanRain slides off the branches serving as a makeshift roof above the cottage. I’ve been awake for at least an hour now, I believe, staring up at nothing while pondering everything I’d need to do to make this a home. New walls, for sure, but there’s plenty of river rock nearby that can be stacked in place. A large addition wouldn’t take much time or added skill. Wood is abundant. I could have two new rooms built by the time the first snow flies. The rest would come in time. Real flooring. Furniture. Windows to let the sunlight in. Sunlight I imagine would warm a real bed where I could wake up every morning to… this. It’s asinine. A stupid, farfetched daydream. I still linger in it while Oakley sleeps beside me, her cheek resting on my chest, her body curled around mine. My lucid dreams come to a screeching halt when a twig snaps a quarter mile away. I slowly untangle myself from Oakley, draping her cloak over her still half-naked body. I keep an eye on her while stepping into my