Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breeder or Mate: The Crimson Threshold: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ten minutes before midnight, the grand hall of the Eclipse Moon packhouse buzzed with energy, filled with whispers and the clinking of champagne flutes.The air was thick with excitement, as the rich scent of expensive colognes swirled around sharply dressed unmated Alphas and Alpha’s sons. They moved through the crowd like predators, their eyes shining with a hunger that clearly had nothing to do with the fancy hors d’oeuvres on the table. An electric tension hung in the air, hinting that the night was about to unfold its mysteries in a clash of power and desire. It was the night before my eighteenth birthday, the moment I was about to find my fated mate.I leaned against the bar, arms crossed, watching the posturing spectacle with a smirk tugging at my lips. Beside me, Andrea and Lilias were in stitches, barely able to contain their laughter as we surveyed the so-called crème de la crème of werewolf society. “Did you see how Victor from Silver Fang Pack adjuste

Throughout the dinner, eyes clung to me like a second skin, whispers trailing in my wake.I kept my chin high, ignoring the suffocating attention that came with being Alpha Gene’s daughter. This was nothing new. But tonight felt different, charged with an energy that sizzled beneath the surface, an unseen storm brewing I couldn’t quite place. While my parents were engaged with the Royal couple, I focused on the extravagant meal in front of me, each delicate dish a masterpiece of culinary art. The Royals had outdone themselves, and they had succeeded in making it count.As the banquet transitioned into the evening reception, I moved through the glittering crowd, feigning ease while my insides churned. The opulence around me, golden chandeliers, cascading silk drapes, an orchestra playing softly in the background, was a backdrop I had experienced countless times before. Yet, now, unease coiled tight in my chest, a cold serpent stirring in the depths. My gaze flicked to the dais, drawn

The air in Andrea’s room bristled with a tension that made my skin prickle, as we awaited Lilias arrival.She didn’t disappoint us, like a shadow she stepped into the room, causing us to exhale in relief. She moved with an urgency that spoke of unseen threats, her eyes, usually bright and knowing, now clouded with a deep concern.In her hand, she held a small, intricately carved vial, its contents shimmer with an otherworldly glow.“This is it,” she stated, holding the bottle up to my face. “The stronger potion. It will mask your scent, but Zela, understand this. It is not a shield against the bond. He has felt you and that bond is a part of you now, woven into the very fabric of your being. Your destiny is already intertwined.”Her warning was on deaf ears, all I could think of is the desired elixir, a viscous liquid the color of twilight, its scent a strange, heady mix of herbs and something ancient, something wild and untamed. It pulsed with a faint, inner light, as

In the Royal Kingdom, Canada…For nearly two months, the days had stretched long and empty, each one marked by failure. Each sunrise mocked my efforts, and each sunset deepened the ache in my chest. The search for Zela had grown as fruitless as it was relentless, and it felt as though the walls of my frustration were closing in, suffocating me. My once pristine study, my sanctuary of thought, had become a battlefield. Maps with torn edges were strewn across the floor, intercepted messages lay crumpled on the desk, and the air was heavy with the weight of unanswered questions. And none of it, again, none of it, brought me any closer to her. My fated mate. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes against the chaos. Yet rest eluded me. In the stillness, her image surfaced, relentless and vivid. I saw the fire in her gaze, the way her laughter once melted the ice in my heart. Most painfully, I remembered the night we’d shared—brief and intoxicating—where the weight of titles and duty

The guest quarters in Silver Bow had become a cage of anticipation, each tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway was a hammer blow against my patience.Days bled into nights, a relentless cycle of waiting, each passing hour a torment. Ivor closely watched Jonas, Erico, and Andrea, but found nothing. They were trapped in a web of their own making, their every move watched, their every whisper recorded. Yet the silence from Zela was a suffocating shroud, wrapping tighter around me with every moment. Then, the silence shattered, the waiting was finally rewarded.A courier, his face ashen, arrived at the pack gates with a sealed envelope. The atmosphere pulsed with suspense as Andrea signed the delivery confirmation. As the man departed, I took the envelope from her hands, my fingers brushing the smudged postmark: Human Town. My hands, usually steady, trembled as I tore it open. My heart thundered in my chest.This was it, a breakthrough I was craving for, that would lead me to my