บททั้งหมดของ Breeder For The Lycan King : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

MIKHAIL’S POVBlair stood her eyes black. Gone was the sweet witch I knew.“She is gone,” Hudson muttered, pointing to the battlefield. More undead were rising.“Blair, you have to stop, we have gotten back control,” I called out.She barely flinched.“Promise me to drive a sword through my black heart,” her words echoed through my head.I couldn’t do that.They had to be another way.“Mikhail we have to get out of here,” Hudson said, pointing to the number of undead that were about to surround us.“Not without her,” I growled, picking up my sword as I moved towards her.They rushed, flanking around her like shields, trying to block me from getting to her.“Blair, can you hear me?” I growled, cutting through the group and trying to get to her.I hissed, feeling as their bones slashed across my skin.Their loud snarls filled the air.Blair stood in the middle, her lips unmoving as she wiggled her fingers, bringing more destruction to the world.I caused this, I had pushed her.“Blair,”

HUDSONAFTER THE WAR.The war had ended. Bodies scattered around an evidence of history made.“So what now?” I asked, turning towards Mikhail as he looked over at the horizon. We may have won this, but they were still elders who were loyal to Kane and his mission.For most of the world, the news of Mikhail’s death had travelled fast, we were ghosts, hiding in daylight.Mikhail smiled, a dark evil smile as he turned towards me, “We let them bask in their victory, while we plan to take down the rest of the Alphas that had joined Kane,” he said.“That would mean…”“We will return to the pack when we have eliminated the threats from outside,” he said, cutting me off.Xavier groaned, holding his chest, still suffering from the pain of the poison, “War heroes but can’t return home,” he rasped.Mikhail always had a plan, but right now, I was stuck in the darkness. Leaving the pack without a leader was only going to create more chaos.“Isn’t it risky to keep the kingdom in the hands of the sa

MIKHAILONE DAY LATERI stared out of the window, my eyes taking in the desolate land. Knox’s once fertile land was in ruins, and it had been by my hands.Knox’s loud wailing could be heard from a distance, Hudson hadn’t stopped torturing him. I had kept the rest of the prisoners; Kane and Damian in the same room. They weren’t tortured yet, but they could watch and enjoy Knox’s pain.“Mikhail,” Xavier called out, pointing his phone in my direction.He tried to act strong, but I could see it beneath his eyes, the battle had scared him. He was still recovering from whatever poison it was that stone had used on him.“Get me, Hudson,” I said to a guard, the few loyal ones that had survived the war.I needed to return to my kingdom to deal with the elders that had turned against me, but seeing Xavier’s weakened state, I couldn’t put us in such danger. They would believe that we are dead, just like I had intended, and when the time was right I would return.Their heads on a spike would be t

ROSANNE I stared at the sky, the bruised purple that looked like it was mirroring my melancholy mood. I had watched him die, taking an arrow to his back.The rings burned in my hands, a reminder that this was all I had of him. All they would use to remember the man they had never met.“Rosanne, you have to come out,” Anita said, staring at me with sadness in her eyes,No one could understand how I hated a man but yet I mourned for him.“In a minute,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “I just have to think,” I said.Anita sighed, closing the door as she walked in, “Mikhail is dead, but that isn’t the end of the world. He…”“Did I do the right thing? Taking his children away? Denying him the chance of knowing them?” I asked.It was a minute of doubt. I hated the tunnel that I was digging.Mikhail was gone, I should be celebrating, but rather, here I was mourning for him.There was no comfort in this kind of pain, not when you can’t look past the fact that you hate him, but your heart

ROSANNEI stared at them as they shrieked, laughing around in the open space. It has been two years, two years of dealing with a pain I had no idea I would get.Anita sat beside me, her hands on her stomach, rubbing it soothingly, “No one talks about this part, the constant ache and tiredness,” she said, her eyes staring at her protruding stomach with admiration in her eyes.It was only a matter of months now, and she and Axel would be happy parents.I chuckled, “Well, if the making is fun, then the birthing should be fun…ish?” I teased.She rolled her eyes, “Aiden, don’t even think about it,” she warned.I smiled, my children were slowly growing into better versions of themselves, Ace; he was truly like his father. Ruthless in his actions, but he loves fiercely, especially his siblings.Aria; she was a calm-headed one, slow to anger, but fast to see through deception.And then there was Aiden; the mysterious one, the baby of the group.I loved them, so much that I just couldn’t spend