All Chapters of Breeder For The Lycan King : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ROSANNE‘I can't understand him anymore. Sometimes he's warm, other times he's utterly cold, it hurts my chest.’I knew he wasn't just doing this to keep me safe. He was toxic. And it was starting to suffocate me. He was too afraid I'd leave, get down with Landon instead, but he was only making it worse. The dining hall was eerily quiet, I literally heard my heartbeat in my own ears. The only sounds were the constant clinking of cutlery and the scraping of chairs against the ground. Sitting right in the middle of Mikhail and Landon made my skin prickle with unease, the urge to bury myself in this seat burning against my chest. Landon hadn't said a word since Mikhail invited him for dinner. I didn't say any either. But Mikhail was composed. Infact, his posture was so relaxed, you'd think we were a peaceful couple having a wonderful dinner—it was far from the truth. I hadn't touched my spoon for the past few minutes, but Mikhail kept placing small pieces of meatball on my plate

MIKHAIL“You're going to love it.” I tilted my head slightly, one arm around the steering wheel as I gazed at her, “I promise.” Rosanne exhaled softly, tightening her grip on the seatbelt like I never fulfilled my promises—like she'd rather be in hell than go out with me—like I never gave her the chance to make a choice. “Okay.” She didn't argue, didn't refuse. She just nodded like an obedient cat desperate to survive the harsh weather.The streets bustled with life as usual. Loud horns kept blaring across the streets, the sidewalk was packed with pedestrians, and a few students kept staring at me through the windows with amusement in their eyes. Great. I turned to Rosanne—who looked like she had a rainy cloud hovering above her—and pressed my lips tightly, “You’ve never said a full sentence to me for the past week, Rosanne.” “Taking me out isn't going to change anything. You're keeping me caged—like an animal.” She gestured, placing a palm over her neck. “It's suffocating, I can

MIKHAILI stepped out of the shower with a towel around my waist, eyes trailing over the woman packing up her things. Her hair was in a messy bun, her big tee making me want to pin her against the bed and fuck her hard. It'd been a few days since my encounter with Landon, he was out of my hair, out of the pack house, out of Rosanne's life. Rosanne stopped resisting. She managed to smile at me a few minutes ago, but it still seemed forced—like right now. She puffed out a breath and shoved her underwear into the traveling bag. “We're only spending three days there, right?” Alpha Zayne had invited me for his daughter's wedding week. He was a friend of my father before his death, an Alpha who indulged in women just like me. But strangely, after meeting Rosanne, I didn't want anyone else. I only wanted her. All of her. Alpha Zayne wanted me to show up at the wedding because his daughter and I were childhood friends. He wanted to surprise her, but I was only in on this deal because Ros

ROSANNE Selene walked across the hallway, her heels brutally striking the marble tiles. We'd been walking past paintings for a few minutes, and strangely, she didn't halt to tell me where we were going. Her hips kept swaying, she kept walking down the hallway, and suddenly, she paused before a large door. “Where are you taking me?“ I glanced around,staring at the hallway that was devoid of any warmth. There were only sculptures and paintings, no single maid in sight. I knew she wouldn't hurt me. She couldn't—not when she knew Mikhail would burn the world to ashes if he found out. “You'll see.“ She smiled, pushing the large doors open. She walked in, but I stood outside, glancing around. I didn't know what she was up to, but for the sake of my child, I took in a sharp breath and advanced towards her. Stepping into the room, I realized it was a vast space with a mini garden, a bed, and even locked doors in it. The roof was different from any I'd ever seen. It was made of pure glas

ROSANNESelene eventually convinced me to attend the party. It was safe to say she threatened me into attending the party, but as soon as we walked in, I bumped into someone I never thought I would—Mikhail. He was breathtaking. And I hate the fact I thought about him that way. He was Mikhail, the one who crushed my dreams. I wasn't supposed to crave him to the point of getting wet, but I did. Due to the insane feeling coursing through my veins, I stepped into the shower to get it out of my system. I tried to get the image of him from my mind. I tried to forget his intoxicating scent, tried to forget the warmth of his skin on mine. I didn't know if it was the pregnancy messing with my emotions, but I suddenly wanted him to fuck me. Hard. My body was betraying me and it sucked. It sucked. I trembled under the shower, the water cold against my skin. Then there was a small click, a small sound. For a brief moment, I turned to the right and was stunned by the sight of Mikhail. He