Todos os capítulos de Breeder For The Lycan King : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

MIKHAILRebellion had a face.Kane.It was easy to kill a monster who no longer hid in the shadows.“Lycan King,” Damian called out, his heart pounding loudly against his chest, so loud that it felt like my eardrums were being attacked.“These men, I haven’t fought with them,” he muttered, his eyes wide in shock as he stared at the new battle formation.His brother Damon loomed in the corner, his aura dripping with fear.“Each man fights with my seal crested on their chest. You will lead them,” I hissed.The one thing I enjoyed about war; was the secret my father taught me, “Allow the enemy to gloat in their success, crush them with change,”I had extended the meeting, requesting the presence of all my elders. It was war, I needed to give my speech and keep a government in place, while I was out there, fighting for my people.But for me, I needed to stare at Kane in the eyes.Look into the eyes of the man who thinks he take the kingdom from me without his head hanging on a spike.“Kee

LANDONSomething was happening, I could see it in the way they moved. It had been a few days maybe a month since they brought me here. No torture, no investigation, nothing. Just men who walked into the room, glared at me with so much hatred in their eyes before they walked out.Aurora, my wolf hadn’t stopped whining about her betrayal. But I couldn’t find it in my heart to hate her. I needed to see her. I needed her to tell me that he had all been a lie.The silver chain rattled lowly around my wrist. It wasn’t tight, I could break free if I wanted to, but I thought against it.The softest play in a mind game is to let your enemies think that they have the upper hand. Belief was a man’s way to destruction, and I will be here, patiently waiting for them to realise that I am their end— their destruction.The door creaked open, I didn’t have to raise my head, not when her soothing scent filled the air. It was funny how she had betrayed me but I was still here, pining for her attention.

MIKHAILEvery minute was a step closer to death.Theirs and they were just about to find out how.I looked around, my eyes darting through the men who looked like clowns dressed for war.“Aren't you coming?” Stone asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Blair.“War isn’t my thing,” she shrugged, staring at him with a nonchalant look on her face.Stone snickered, “War isn’t a place for a little girl,” he taunted.Blair ignored his comment keeping her eyes on his face, “Do you want me to tell you your end?” she asked, stretching out her hand for him to place his.“Get away from me witch,” Stone spat.She looked calm and collected, but I could still see the fear in her eyes, necromancy was like dragging your soul through a dimension made of knives and thorns.I felt guilt panging at the back of my mind, I hated that I had to put her through the horror again. But this was war and we needed this.“Will you be okay?” I asked.“I have no choice do I?” she sighed.Her words felt like a h

MIKHAILThe hooves had stopped thundering, they had reached the spot, it was only a matter of time before they turned and betrayed their king.Our vantage point was perfect, giving us all the view we needed of the battlefield. It was quiet, too quiet for a ground that would soon be swallowed with blood and screams.I stood by the edge, my eyes taking in the last moment of calmness before the chaos. The last breath before the screams and killing.The sun had refused to rise, almost like it was mourning the massacre that it was about to witness.“They are in position, four battalions all hunting for the Lycan king,” Blair said, announcing her presence.Jade rushed out of Hudson’s arms, hugging the witch who had a soft spot for her.Hudson watched with fondness in his eyes, staring at their exchange. It was cute and beautiful to watch. The fear of war hadn’t destroyed everything.“Took you look enough,” I drawled.She smiled, “Well, unlike you, I had to make sure that I wasn’t followed,”

AUTHOR’S POVThe first emotion before death was fear. Mikhail had mastered the craft of instilling fear in his enemies.The battlefield was tense, no man moved not when they could all see their end.“I made you an elder,” Mikhail hissed glaring at Kane like he was some dirt.The rest of the warriors bowed their heads, their wolves weakening at the extreme power that eluded Mikhail.Kane charged forward, claws drawn aiming for Mikhail’s throat. It was a bold cocky move. But he was an untrained brute, fighting blindly with powers he could not control.Kane was cocky. His mother had promised him victory. She had never been wrong about reading into the future.Mikhail dodged his attacks, matching each strike with a force that had taken centuries to forge.The undead moved, their hollow eyes fixed on the warriors, cutting through them like stacks of sticks.Hudson lunged at Knox, his eyes filled with vengeance. Knox had hurt Jade, but beneath that anger, there was curiosity.What was Jade?