All Chapters of Breeder For The Lycan Lord : Chapter 161 - Chapter 167

Anna’s body trembled with the aftershock of the blast. Smoke hung thick in the air. Xandros lay crumpled against a bent hospital bed, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His Lycan form was retreating beneath torn flesh, unconscious and unmoving.And Kalista turned to her.She floated several feet above the floor now, her robes curling like smoke, her fingers crackling with malignant magic.“Now,” Kalista said, her voice like crushed velvet, “it’s just us.”Anna’s feet moved before her mind did. Her body shifted into a battle stance her modern self didn’t recognize, but her soul remembered. Even the ache of her womb dulled in the face of rising, buried power. Her breath calmed.She had never fought Kalista in this life.But Zaekyr had, once. She remembered.Kalista’s smile faded. “You still reek of fear.”Anna raised her chin. “Not fear. Memory.”“You’re not Zaekyr,” Kalista snapped, her voice echoing unnaturally. “She’s dust. A footnote. You’re just a frightened little girl

The lodge nestled deep within the territories was as far from the hospital and Khaos as the moon was from the sea. Built of stone and cedar, it breathed with warmth and quiet, surrounded by thick pines and the steady whisper of a stream just beyond the hill. No one approached without permission. Nobody came unless summoned. No guards posted nearby. Here, there were no enemies, no threats, only silence, and time.Anna leaned against the balcony railing, wrapped in a soft robe that smelled of lavender and mountain mint. The wind was gentle tonight, teasing strands of her dark hair across her cheek. She let it. Her skin still ached where Kalista’s magic had burned through her, but the pain no longer felt like it belonged to her, it was fading, piece by piece, along with the weight of that long, terrible battle.Inside, the lodge flickered with low candlelight. Runes carved into the beams pulsed softly, woven there by the witch council and Anita to protect the child in her womb. The baby

“I don’t like it,” the old wolf muttered.Xandros didn’t even glance his way. “You don’t have to like it. You just have to stand there and keep your mouth shut.”Korin grumbled, folding his arms, his gray beard twitching. “The witches burned my great grand uncle’s territory. Twice.”“And wolves tore my grandmother's sister in half,” Gaelle snapped from the opposite side of the field, where the witches had gathered beneath the oaks. “So if you want to count bodies, we’ll be here all night.”Anna sighed and stepped between them, her shoes crunching on the dry grass. “This isn’t about who bled more.”“It should be,” Korin muttered.“No. That’s why it always falls apart,” Anna said, softer now. “We keep trying to measure suffering instead of ending it.”There was a long, heavy pause.Around them, witches in layered robes murmured to one another. Wolves stood in half-circles, tense and watchful. Most looked uncomfortable—none had put away their distrust yet, even if they’d left their weapo