Semua Bab Breeder For The Lycan King : Bab 61 - Bab 70

MIKHAIL “Lycan King Mikhail.”Staring at my reflection in the mirror, my Beta’s voice echoed behind me as he stepped into the room. His tone was calm, steady, but my head wasn’t. My chest ached in a way I couldn’t explain. I looked perfect in this black tuxedo, the silky material hugging my body like it was made for me. The handkerchief was neatly folded in the side pocket. My hair was pushed back, not a single strand out of place. But I didn’t feel perfect. I didn’t even feel human.“It's time,” he added softly.I didn’t turn. I didn’t blink. I just stared at my face like it didn’t belong to me. “Where's Rosanne?” I asked, trying to sound unaffected. Trying to sound like she didn’t matter. Like I wasn’t thinking about her more than the woman I was about to marry. Pathetic, right?My Beta walked up beside me, adjusting his own bow tie. “Lycan King Mikhail, you shouldn’t be thinking about your breeder right now.”He called her that again—breeder. I hate the word now. Hated how empty

MIKHAILOver the last few days, my entire pack was a mess. Rosanne, my breeder, was gone—with my child in her womb. Apart from the fact that it was an abomination, it was driving me nuts, driving me insane. Each day, I'd step into her room to bathe in her scent, to inhale it, to pray to the moon goddess she'd return back to me, but each time my guards walk into my study to tell me they didn't find her, I'd crumble again. I wrecked my wedding. Irene became the saddest bride, and worse? I didn't give a damn about her tears, about her sadness. All I could think about was her—Rosanne. I made Irene sign the divorce papers because she made me lose something important—an heir to the throne. And the damn elders that tried to stop me, I made sure their lives were a living hell. I should have done that a long time ago, I should have stood against the elders, fought with them over the goddamned wedding. Now I regret ever taking those vows. My biggest mistakes ever. Heading towards the cou

MIKHAILThe thick, sharp scent of blood hit me even before the large doors were opened. My jaw clenched. Something was wrong, I could feel it in my gut, the feeling that something grave had happened. The doors burst open a second later. Derrick stumbled in, covered in mud and blood. One side of his shirt was torn, soaked in red. He was limping, and his hands were shaking like he’d seen a ghost.“King….king Mikhail..” he breathed, falling to one knee. “I—we—we found her.”My heart skipped a beat. “Rosanne?” I asked, taking a step forward.He nodded. “She was with them, a man—Axel—and two women who…looked looked identical.” He coughed out a mouth full of blood, his hands trembling. “They were well trained, we lost…lost our men, all of them.” I stared at him, trying to understand what the hell he was saying.“They didn’t try to run, Lycan king Mikhail,” Derrick added. “They fought hard, like they had nothing to lose. And Rosanne…”He looked up at me.“She changed. She wasn’t the same g

MIKHAIL“I don't think putting a bounty on her head is the right idea, Lycan King Mikhail.” My Beta, Hudson, walked after me, his heavy footsteps pounding in my ears. As days passed by in a blur, I'd thought of several ways to get Rosanne back, and that seemed like the perfect way to drag her back here. Alive. “It's the right idea.” I said quietly, taking a turn towards the courtroom for the daily meetings. Last night, I spent a few hours in Rosanne's room—just inhaling her scent. With each day that passed by, it was getting harder to live without her. Sometimes, I'd close my eyes and see her staring at me. Other times, her voice would echo like she was here, but she wasn't. It was more like being haunted by a ghost, a really pretty one. Placing a bounty on her head wasn't really the best idea, but it was all I had. Wherever she was, she'd be dragged here just because of the enormous price. Soon enough. “She'll hate you, King Mikhail.” Hudson's voice dropped to a quiet whisper, li

ROSANNEI didn’t move, none of us did. The air was thick with the weight of Leonard’s confession.“You are the reason I’m living like this!” he spat again, his voice shaky but loud, almost like he needed us to hear it—needed to hurt Axel with those words.Axel stood still, eyes fixed on Leonard. I saw his jaw clench, his hand curl into a fist. But he said nothing.It was too much.My heart ached for him, but I couldn't say anything either.Yvonne's hand still held the dagger near Leonard’s face, but now her expression had changed. The anger was still there, but something else slipped in—confusion maybe. “You’re blaming him,” she said slowly, lowering the blade just a little, “for something he had no control over?”Leonard looked away.There was silence again. Then a soft voice broke through the tension. It was weak, barely above a whisper. “…Rosanne?”I turned sharply, my breath caught in my throat. Anita.She was standing at the top of the stairs, one hand gripping the wooden rail