All Chapters of Breeder For The Lycan Lord : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Anna blinked, anger rushing into her system. "Who wrote the book that way?!" Everyone turned towards her, including the person teaching them. "I-I don't know." "Urgh!" She scoffed lightly, her shoulders shaking as she stood up, "Theses stories are not real. People don't die and reincarnate that way. " "It's her punishment-" "Why should anyone be punished for trying to save her people?" Anna asked, spreading her hands. "Kids, have you heard that before?" "Yes." One of the kids shot up. "Before she started the story, she said it, that the head of the witches do not kill themselves. If they do they get a punishment. But Zaekyr did it anyway." "Za-what? Who's that?" "Zaekyr." He repeated. "The main character of the story. You didn't even listen to the story attentively, so why are you getting mad?" He asked pointedly, his eyes narrowing at her. The kids all looked at her that way and she felt attacked by the little minions. "Huh- I'm not mad." She bit her lips, "Just felt like

She had not thought of a reply when he got up from the bed and that was when she realized he was half-naked. She looked away, instantly. He smirked."Really?" A light scoff escaped from his lips. "After oogling at me in the bathroom yesterday. Or are we going to pretend that never happened?" He asked."I-""Meet us downstairs in the next thirty minutes. We shouldn't wait for you." He said and walked out of the room, the light hitting of the door, the thing that signified her that he was gone. Anna blinked, saliva going down her throat as she gulped.He surely didn't come into the room to comfort her when she cried in her sleep. Of course not. No! He did not! She screamed at the little voice in her head trying to convince her otherwise. She...was the one who was rightThe knock on her door startled her and she immediately rushed towards it, pulling it open."Huh!" Anita gasped as she looked around, "I had no idea this was your room." She said with a large smile."Uhmm...yess.." Anna d

"Lord... Xandros!" The pilot's eyes bulged out of their sockets as he caught him going downwards and then suddenly disappeared, underneath a canopy of trees."Did you see that?" Sandra gasped from her helicopter, her face pale in shock. Gaia was beside her as he looked and he immediately told sent a message to all the others. They had to go down and look for them.Tree branches cut through Xandros's skin and flesh with force as he passed through the thicket before hitting the ground hardly, with his leg.He heard the scrunch of bones and a sharp groan ripped out from his lips as he went still for a terrible second. The pain was fast, overwhelming as it hit him round his body, but he was a Lycan and Lycans healed as fast as a rocket.The pain soon stopped like it was never there and he immediately got to his feet, walking into the forest deeper. If the pain had been that much for him, how much more for Anna who was weaker and had no wolf."Anna!" Her name ripped out of his lips, hard,

"She's not seeing anything!" Panic filled his voice suddenly and Anna thought she was hearing things."She is in a lucid condition. She'll be fine few hours from now." The doctor tried to explain, "This is because she...she doesn't have a wolf. If she did, she'll heal twice faster than the normal rate. I..I don't...know why she doesn't have a wolf." "That's not for you to concern yourself with." Xandros said in a final voice, "Get out." "Lord Xandros." Diane tried to speak."You too, Diane. Out. Every. Single. One. Of You." He said. "Let's go." Diane said in a soft voice as she pulled Sandra out of the room and Gaia walked out behind them slowly, closing the door behind them. "What's going on?" Sandra said."Don't worry, Anna would be fine. Lord Xandros is just....confused... right now." Gaia said.She stared at him, their eyes locking for a moment and he sighed lightly. "Don't get agigated." He said. She nodded quietly.Diane's eyes moved upwards as she stared at Maren who was al

"She's....not going to die." He made his point.******The sound of his shoes came first, slow, deliberate footsteps cutting through the thick silence like a sharp blade. Each echo rolled down the narrow stone corridor, growing louder, heavier, more certain. The dungeon held its breath. Shackles clinked. The air went silent. Even the lights seemed to flicker.Xandros didn’t rush. He never did.His shoes struck the ground with a terrifying calm, each step a promise of pain. There was no mercy in his steps, no hesitation, no humanity. Just a cold, patient cruelty that soaked into the stone and bled into the bones of those who heard him coming.The dungeon door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing death.The man tied to the iron chair flinched violently at the sound of boots slamming against stone, measured, heavy with unspoken fury. There was something worse than hatred in those footsteps. Something colder. Something personal.Xandros stepped into the room alone. Hands bare. Sl