Semua Bab Breeder For The Lycan King : Bab 131 - Bab 140

HUDSONThe pain had stopped. Malcolm had grown tired of his taunting.“Stone, it is only a matter of time before the Lycan King finds him,” he hissed, his hand clenched into a fist as he paced around the room.I have lost count of the days or months that I have been stuck here. Night and day looked and felt the same.The torture, the pain, the hatred. They had all melted into one. I could no longer feel where the pain from the trapped soul stopped and where my pain started.“Keep him alive. He is the final piece to destroying the Lycan King’s legacy,” Stone’s treacherous voice echoed through the phone speakers.My blood boiled in rage. He had betrayed his brothers. Soiled the name of royal warriors just for a seat at the table of power.“You promised me his blood,” Malcolm growled, his face twisting in anger as he spoke.I bit back the chuckle that threatened to escape through my broken lips. The old trick had been used to entice him; the enemy of my enemy is my friend.But Malcolm wa

MIKHAILBlair and I exchanged weary glances. Irene had asked to meet behind the stables, away from ears and eyes.“What do you think she is up to?” Blair asked, leaning against the wooden frame with an unamused look on her face.I heaved a sigh, “It is Irene, and should we be surprised?” I asked in a low tone.A twig cracked, and I turned gently, my eyes fixed on her frame as she walked closer towards us, her eyes filled with untamed rage.“I didn’t think that you would come,” she said, looking between us with a fake smile plastered on her face.I bit my tongue, holding myself back from snapping at her, “Irene, this has got to be important,” I growled.“It is, I promise,” she said, her voice unsteady like she had just finished crying.I frowned, my gaze fixed on her reddened face, this wasn’t the usual Irene, the sultry and confident woman, who knew what she wanted and how to get it.She looked broken, a shadow of her true cunning self.“What do you want?” I snapped, if this was one o

ROSANNE I could hear their movement, the slow beating of their heart as they moved around the room.I kept my breathing even, leaving them in the illusion that I was still knocked out.I had been right. This was far more than we had imagined.Capturing Luka wouldn’t have stopped them. I needed to get to the root of it.Did Axel and Ryan figure out the truth by now?Did Ryan finally understand why I hadn’t told them anything?It wasn’t about trust. It was a game of misdirection, keeping them away from the unknown.“How long do we have to guard her?” a voice spat, his voice thick with disdain.I didn’t know him, no matter how hard I tried to strain my ears, the voice sounded foreign.“Stone should be here soon. Mikhail is yet to declare war,” another replied.Mikhail.My heart clenched.This was about him. Stone was his third in command. What had happened to his kingdom after I left?My mind wandered back to the few people I cared about, Hudson, and Landon, were they okay?“I say we ki

ROSANNEHe tried to hide it. To sound like he was back to his usual self. But I could see it, the haunted look in his eyes.Death did that to a man. No matter how strong you might be, it broke you. The dark walls of Hades knew the right ways to crush a man.“I am okay,” he mumbled, his hand tracing the spot the arrow had lodged.His heart had stopped, frozen in time.Pain stretched across my chest. The war was getting too close to home. Axel had almost died who would be next?Will I be there in time to save the next person?What happens when the powers fail me?“We have to leave,” he said, rising to his feet.The looming sensation of being watched had returned. My eyes scanned around, searching through the darkened forest.“Rosanne?” he called out, a slight frown on his face as he stared at me.“Whatever this is about, we shouldn’t be here,” he said, picking up the sword from the ground.I sighed, taking one look around the surroundings, “Something is here,” I mumbled under my breath.

HUDSONI no longer felt the burning sensation on my wrist. My tender and raw skin had grown numb to the pain.My eyes were fixed on Malcolm, pacing around the room, muttering like a man who had lost his sanity. His words broken but true; indebted blood and revenge.I smirked, he was distracted, torn between madness and sanity.I could feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. It no longer felt foul, but now, it was something that I had grown to love. I was no longer the Hudson who had been captured and punished for sins he couldn’t control.The blades had sliced that man off. I was different, something darker— vile.I leaned my head against the wall, watching, studying them. The other guard, one I had no intention of remembering his name, stood frozen in fear, watching the dark marks form on Malcolm’s skin.He had failed to deliver my soul to the cursed dagger. My blood was no longer enough to quench its taste. It wanted me, my soul, my wolf, my breath.“You have to drop this dagg