Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Breeder For The Hybrid King: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

KATHERINE “What do you mean, Bryson?” As I asked him, trying to keep my face straight, the rate at which my heart beats escalated by his passing of seconds was alarming. And that’s possibly because he was right and I’m finding a way to deny and pretend I know nothing about what he was talking about. “Where did you go yesterday? Without telling me, Kathrine. I’m sorry for asking but then, don’t you think you’re changing towards me lately?” He asked, his eyes staring deep into my eyes as if wishing he could mop away the confusion I have written on my face. My hands crossed before me, not allowing him see how sweaty they have become because… I’m nervous and I hope he doesn’t see it. Just when I got out of the hybrid’s room, I had collided into Bryson and… I instantly lost my breath. I didn’t expect him to be here or for him to search for me. Neither was I expecting the hurt look I came across on his face. Now he’s asking me where I had gone to and slowly, bit by bit, he would hit

KATHERINE “Yes I called you. But she is the one who wants to see you.” He nodded and his gaze shifted towards me, a finger pointed in my direction and my eyes widened in surprise. I shook my head fervently, trying to say that this was some kind of mistake. But before I could protest further, George had already exited, leaving me alone with Bryson.I closed my eyes, mentally racing for a plan to rectify this situation and get back at my brother for the unexpected betrayal. How could he do this to me? We were just speaking and suddenly, he invited Bryson over? I hope he doesn’t come close to me for the rest of today or else, I won’t have a choice but give him a payback. Just as I opened my eyes, my mouth opened and my voice cut through the thick tension between us. "Uhm, I didn't call you, actually." My words trailed off, leaving an awkward silence when I finished. I looked away from him as fast as possible and hearing no sound from him, my eyes fully snapped open, locking onto B

KATHERINEI stood by the corner, watching as Bryson exited his building. His tall frame moved with that calm confidence I had always admired, but today it only got me feeling suspicious. He had told me not to contact him until I had delivered the child growing inside me, as if that would somehow simplify everything between us. But I needed to know where he was going, why he hadn't distanced himself so sharply the moment we learned about the baby but is now because he saw me coming out the Hybrid's room. Maybe it was reckless, maybe even foolish, but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped into the a corner as he walked down the street, then i tried keeping my distance as I followed. His long strides carried him effortlessly, while I struggled to maintain enough distance without losing him altogether. My heart raced, with some kind of fear, but my focus remained entirely on Bryson. I had to know what he was hiding, where he was going now that he had chosen to push me away. He finally tu

KATHERINE ~DAYS LATER~I hadn't intended to go on a walk, let alone drag Bryson out of bed for it, but somehow, I had convinced him—or rather, forced him—to accompany me. His mood was less than pleasant, but I couldn’t say I blamed him.Bryson, who had been silent for most of the walk, finally spoke up, his tone half-joking but still laced with frustration. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to hug you or shove you off a bridge.”I glanced over at him, catching the faint scowl on his face.“Can I pick?” I replied, grinning as I gave him a playful nudge. He didn’t respond immediately, but the scowl softened into a smirk. I knew I was getting to him. “Shoving you off a bridge sounds appealing right about now.”I chuckled. “I’ll tell you, though—jail is no fun.”That got his attention. His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to figure out if I was serious or not. “You’ve been to jail?”I winked. “Once. In Monopoly.”Bryson groaned but couldn’t help the laughter that escaped h

KATHERINE The first letter from Seline sat untouched on my dresser for most of the day, I’d found it slipped under my door early that morning, a small white envelope with my name scribbled hastily on the front. The neatness of the writing felt strange, considering the thing between us lately. I had half-expected her to confront me in person, not leave a letter like we were still playing at some civilized interaction.For hours, I had avoided it. I couldn’t imagine what Seline wanted to say, and frankly, I didn’t care. After everything that had happened between us—her glares, her confrontations, the insults—I had no desire to entertain any more of her mind games. So I let the letter sit, ignored, while I busied myself with other things.By evening, I had all but forgotten about it until a second letter appeared, this one slid under the door with more urgency. It caught my attention immediately, mostly because of the hour. It was late—too late for Seline to still be up to whatever it