All Chapters of Breeder For The Lycan King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MIKHAILRosanne's scent still lingered on my skin. I could taste her on my tongue, feel the heat of her skin pressed against my lips. And yet, I walked away.Not because I wanted to.Because she asked me to.Because her voice trembled when she whispered, "Just go, Mikhail."I clenched my jaw, walking down the dim hallway, trying to focus on the sound of my footsteps instead of the chaos in my mind. I shouldn’t have touched her. I knew I shouldn’t have, but when she looked at me like she was broken, I couldn’t stop myself.I never fucking can.God, what was wrong with me?She hates me. And still, she moans my name like it’s a goddamn prayer.A sick part of me craved that hate. Like if she hated me enough, maybe I could stop wanting her so badly. Maybe I could stop thinking about what it’d feel like to make her mine again. A low growl rumbled from my chest. I dragged a hand through my hair and leaned against the cold wall. I needed air. I needed control. I needed her.And I couldn’t ha

MIKHAIL“I want my wedding to be the most talked about wedding in the whole world.“ Selene's tiny mischievous voice echoed in my ears as I tried to paint the gloomy sky. She kept whispering in my ears, messing up my paint, whining about how large she wanted her wedding to be.And a decade later, today, as I watched her walk down the aisle, I couldn't help the proud smile that bloomed on my lips. She did it, eventually. It wasn't going to the largest wedding, but it'd definitely be the most talked about. Alpha Zayne was sitting next to me. He sniffed, wiping his tears slowly. “isn't my daughter so beautiful?“ He asked, his eyes never trailing away from the bride clad in a white flowing gown. Then I saw her—Rosanne, standing a few meters away from Selene. She wasn't the bridesmaid, I didn't know why she was standing there, but she looked goddamned beautiful, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.Her raven black hair was in a bun, with a few strands framing her heart shaped face. Her

ROSANNEWhatever Irene did, it worked, because the next day after that dinner, the whole pack began to spite me. As I walked across the hallway towards the training field, a particular maid eyed me like I was some piece of shit, irritation tugging at her brows. “She's the breeder trying to take the Luna's space. I can't believe the Alpha lashed out on her for his breeder when their wedding was in a day.“ “She enjoys wrecking marriages, can't you see?“ “Only sluts become breeders, you should know that. She's starting to show us who she truly is, a pathetic bitch desperately clinging to Alpha Mikhail for attention. A whore.“ I sank my nails into my flesh, ignoring their whispers which were clearly loud enough for me to hear. It was intentional, but I was in no mood to interfere. Irene caused this, it'd be her pleasure to get a reaction from me, but I wasn't going to give her that. Mikhail had stopped locking me in. Maybe he was changing, but I couldn't really trust him, not when my

ROSANNE I knew Mikhail cared about me in a way, I just didn't expect him to completely humiliate Irene because of me. He was pushing me into the light, couldn't he see that? Irene would find a way around this, blame me in the end, and the maids would only whisper on how I'd manipulated the Lycan king. I was grateful to him for saving my life, yes, but doing this in a grand way was like putting me at gun point. Right now, Irene couldn't answer Mikhail's last question. She was completely embarrassed, her cheeks red as her hands grazed the sides of her dress. She finally raised her head, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Are you accusing your soon to be Luna for her? You think I'd frame something so worthless?“ “The…the Luna is right.“ An elder pointed out, his voice laced with a hint of fear—perhaps from speaking against Mikhail. “The video might have been tampered with. Your breeder must have edited the footage or something.“ Irene smirked. They weren't ready to listen if I

ROSANNEAnita's death sucked the life out of me. It made me realize a shocking truth: Mikhail just wanted to own me, to make me his property, to have me at his beck and call. He wasn't ready to show love the way I wanted it, wasn't ready to accept my flaws, wasn't ready to protect the people I loved. He was only obsessed with enforcing his laws on everyone, hoping that we would follow his lead since he was the Lycan King. But today, I'd stand up to him. Today was the day I'd make a life threatening decision—the day I'd make my escape. Peeping from the window, my eyes trailed over the expensive and luxurious cars stacked right in front of Mikhail's mansion. The pack house was metres away, but I could see the large building from afar. I could tell people were trooping in and out. No one would want to miss the Lycan King's wedding. They wouldn't want to miss it for everything in the world. I inhaled a deep breath, clutching the small dagger in my hands, but a knock on the door mad