Semua Bab A Breeder For The Alpha King.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Author's POVLogan stood by the arched window of the east wing, watching the soft movement of the trees swaying beneath the silvery moon. It was quiet — unnervingly quiet — the kind of silence that screamed beneath the surface. He clenched his jaw, the memory of Freya's last words haunting him like a curse.“I’m done,” she had said.Those two words, cold and final, struck deeper than any blade ever could.He had tried — in his own Alpha way — to reach her. He had approached her in the training grounds, when her forehead glistened with sweat and her movements were sharp like daggers. She looked powerful. Unyielding. She didn’t tremble when he neared. She didn’t even flinch."Freya," he’d said gently. A softness most never heard from him.She barely looked at him. "Alpha Logan."The title stung."I’m glad you’re alright after that attack," he continued, hoping for a sliver of warmth. “The healer confirmed it again. You’re rare-born… a hybrid. That’s not something I take lightly.”She ga

Chapter 24It had been a month since Rita died, but her presence still lingered in every hallway of the palace. Her laugh, her warmth, the soft hums she used to sing when she rubbed her belly—they haunted me like echoes that never faded. Some days, I swore I could still hear her voice. Other days, it felt like she had only just left the room.I visited the twins almost every day, holding them as if they were mine. They were perfect—two delicate girls with soft brown hair and tiny hands that clung to my fingers like they knew me. I cradled them, rocked them, whispered things into their ears I wished their mother could say.Xavier… he hadn’t been the same since. He wandered the halls like a ghost, sunken eyes and quiet steps. Grief made him a shell, and I felt helpless watching him drown in it. Samantha and I tried to keep the babies cared for, but after some time, they were handed over to the older women in the pack—nurturing hands with years of experience. Still, I visited them like c

The grand hallway was unlike anything Freya had ever seen.Polished black marble stretched beneath her feet, gleaming under the crystal chandeliers that floated like stars above. Every step echoed in the silence, swallowed by the towering columns that lined the corridor. The air was sharp with the scent of metal and power, clean but not welcoming.Two maids escorted her—heads bowed, eyes down, almost afraid to speak. Freya's nerves buzzed like static beneath her skin. She kept her head up, but her thoughts raced.Who is this man? Why does it feel like I’m walking into the den of a lion?They reached an ornate door at the far end, deep mahogany with golden handles shaped like clawed wings. One of the maids knocked lightly, then pushed it open."Sir," the maid said in a hushed voice. "She’s here."The office was wide and dark, more shadows than light. Sunlight poured through a tall, arched window behind the man seated at a sleek black desk, casting him in silhouette. But as her eyes adj

It had been three days.Three days since Freya vanished like smoke beneath the full moon sky.Alpha Logan stood at the balcony of the west wing, his arms folded tight across his chest, and eyes burning holes into the distant tree line. The evening wind howled through the trees, but it brought no answers, no familiar scent of lilac and wild earth—Freya’s scent. He had been patient. At first.But now? Now he was anything but calm.Footsteps echoed behind him. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was.“Alpha,” one of the guards said, panting slightly. “We... we’ve just returned from the northern ridge.”Logan turned slowly, his jaw clenched.“And?”The guard lowered his gaze, hesitating. “Still nothing. No scent. No trace. It’s like she—vanished.”The words lit a fire in Logan’s chest.“No one just vanishes!” he growled. “Not from my territory. Not without help.”His voice cracked like a whip, sharp enough to make the guard flinch.Logan’s hands curled into fists at his sides. His wolf

Mia walked out of Daniel’s office with a dramatic sigh, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. She didn’t say a word at first—just sent Freya a cutting look, her lips curling into a scoff before she disappeared down the hallway.Freya sat still, clutching the edge of her desk, her back straight but her fingers digging into the wood. Her heart beat fast, not because of Mia’s disdain, but because of what she had seen in Daniel’s eyes moments earlier—conflict. Maybe even guilt.She didn’t have time to analyze it. Daniel stepped out a second later, his usual unreadable expression plastered on his face, posture rigid with authority.“Did you arrange the meeting with the event planner?” he asked, his tone clipped.Freya stood slowly. “Yes. She’s busy until this evening, so she can only be here by 8PM. We’ll have to stay late.”Daniel looked at his watch, then nodded curtly. “Fine. But you’re not leaving until everything is sorted.”Her jaw clenched, but she kept her voice even.