Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Breeder For Alpha Alexandros : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

"I assure you, nothing is going to happen. You can rest assured," the king comforted Melina as they strolled along. As they continued their walk, they chanced upon a small lake, the water sparkling beautifully in the sunlight. The king guided Melina towards a pair of benches nearby, and they both took a seat. "This is a truly exquisite spot, isn't it? Here, you can find peace and relaxation whenever you desire," he remarked, his gaze exploring the surroundings. Melina remained silent momentarily, captivated by the view. "Yes, you're right. This place is undeniably beautiful. I adore it. If only we had brought along a fishing hook, then I could have commanded you to fish for me," she responded, a gentle chuckle escaping her lips, her eyes fixated on the glistening water. "Would you like me to fish? I can do so even without a hook or fishing line," the king offered, his attention fully on Melina, who couldn't help but giggle as she tossed stones into the water, c

The king cautiously lifted the tattered curtain and peered out of the grimy lattice window of the dilapidated cottage they both were still lurking in. His keen eyes scanned the desolate surroundings, searching for any signs of life or threats. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, and a silence hung like a heavy cloak over the neglected area. Satisfied that the coast was clear, he cast a quick glance at the nervous Melina, her eyes wide with anticipation. "It seems safe now," he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the eerie stillness. "We can leave this forsaken place. I am not even able to breathe." Melina nodded, her hand trembling as she clung to her tattered shawl. The king, ever vigilant, took the lead, cautiously pushing open the creaking door just enough to confirm their escape route. The musty scent of decay wafted through the air as they stepped outside, their breaths intermingling with sighs of relief. The king's eyes darted from shadow to shadow,

Prince Roderick and Prince Maximus sat upon a weathered stone bench, nestled high on the terrace of the castle. The setting sun bathed them in a warm golden glow, casting long shadows across the rugged landscape. A small table sat before them, adorned with delectable crunchies and goblets of ruby red wine. The air was filled with the peaceful serenade of birdsong and the distant murmur of the bustling kingdom below. Prince Roderick, his laughter echoing through the still evening air, took a sip from his glass and savored the smooth taste of the velvety wine dancing upon his tongue. But in an instant, his grip faltered, and the glass tumbled from his grasp, shattering upon the cobblestones. His eyes met those of his brother, Prince Maximus, and a mischievous smile played upon his lips. "Did you know, dear brother," Roderick chuckled, his voice rich and warm, "that I have been invited to the inauguration of the new king of the Dark Claw pack? I forgot to tell you,"

Melina confidently stood before the princes, her captivating, glittering silver eyes locked onto their forms. A subtle smile danced across her lips, betraying her inner amusement. Prince Maximus and Prince Roderick, towering figures exuding power and authority, quivered ever so slightly. Their intense gazes averted in a display of deference. The unexpected presence of Melina, coupled with her bold confrontation in the presence of Alistair, left them both speechless and unsure of how to respond. Though they silently prayed that Melina would not utter a word in front of their brother, their apprehension remained concealed within. Prince Alistair, his brow furrowed with confusion, mustered the courage to break the heavy silence as none of them refused to say a word. "Roderick, Maximus, what exactly is going on here? What is the meaning of this? Is there anything you're not telling me? What's her majesty doing here?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Prince

As Prince Maximus and Prince Roderick continued their steady stride towards Daphne's chamber, a haunting wail reached their ears. The mournful cry echoed through the castle halls, carrying an undeniable air of desperation and anguish. This heightened their sense of concern and responsibilities. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a mixture of concern and confusion. What could be the source of such a sorrowful sound, resonating so ominously from the very direction they were headed? Who could it be? They queried. "Who do you think that is brother?" Maximus asked. "I don't have an idea, let's just move on." Roderick responded. Their footsteps quickened, each step driving them closer to the mysterious lamentation. With every passing moment, the distant cries intensified, tugging at their hearts with an invisible force. The princes shared a silent agreement to hasten their pace, their foreheads creased with worry as they hurried on. Finally, they arrived